<?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-19601025</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:20:13.017+08:00</updated><category term='transformers'/><category term='camwhores'/><category term='fun'/><category term='bored'/><category term='heroes'/><category term='military'/><category term='lost'/><category term='photos'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>eM-Kay</title><subtitle type='html'>Where souls are lost and found, emotions run wild, and nothing seems to be certain. What's here today may be gone tomorrow. Welcome, I bid you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-6934530118142363559</id><published>2008-11-10T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:46:00.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignments!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woot!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm only down to 1 more assignment and after that, I'm officially done!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeehawww!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The semester has technically ended already with my last class on last Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Now just have to submit assignment HOPEFULLY by this Tuesday/Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Yeay!!&lt;br /&gt;And then Holidays here I come!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;*Goes to sing Holiday by Greenday*&lt;br /&gt;Have lotsa plans!!!&lt;br /&gt;WooOoOOooooo!&lt;br /&gt;I'm hyper right now...probably due to too much green tea!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhahaahahh!&lt;br /&gt;We shall go thani* once we've completed our assignments!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then we shall go to adventure world for all the theme park rides and all!!!&lt;br /&gt;And then we must go to the beach to burn ourselves and soak in the sea!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;AND WE MUST ALSO GO TO SWAN VALLEY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;For wine-trips...chocolate trips&lt;br /&gt;all sorta trips!!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I sound so bimbo'ish right now...damn...&lt;br /&gt;Bah..who cares....I'm gonna be on holiday now!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thani = drinking excessively...means we're gonna have drinking parties....YEEEHAW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/19601025-6934530118142363559?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6934530118142363559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=6934530118142363559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/6934530118142363559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/6934530118142363559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2008/11/assignments.html' title='Assignments!!!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-4684282881519866391</id><published>2008-10-09T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:47:00.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMO post?</title><content type='html'>Hey peepz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been a huge whirlwind for me. Everything that I thought would never happen to me again has just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I would make the same mistake as I did 7 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I could feel this bad again.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I was this sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I was so naive.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I am so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I can be led on like this.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I was so bothered by this.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I was so childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I guess now I know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-4684282881519866391?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4684282881519866391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=4684282881519866391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/4684282881519866391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/4684282881519866391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/emo-post.html' title='EMO post?'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-4035586951824394918</id><published>2008-10-02T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:42:00.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Missing Friends</title><content type='html'>Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;I know I've not posted at all for the past 2/3 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;Been busy with assignments and all...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...It's time to continue blogging...&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, as you can see...I'm now at this period where I'm missing my friends back in Malaysia...Loads of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the mamak sessions...&lt;br /&gt;I miss the late-nite/late-afternoon/post-class/early-morning movies...&lt;br /&gt;I miss the cybercafe sessions where we'll just thrash anyone and everyone(most of the time ourselves getting thrashed...but nice to exaggerate things a lil')...&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly of all...I miss the camaraderie...&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...Forgive me for being all sentimental but it's what I'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;Life over here hasn't exactly been all legendary...&lt;br /&gt;Issues here and there..but I suppose it's normal...It's part of a journey that everyone must go through at some point in their life...I'm going through mine now and hopefully by the end of it..I would have learnt a lot and cherished the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a foreign country isn't exactly easy, even one such as Australia. While it is easy to say that Australia has a lot of Asians, we also fail to realise that at the end of the day, the culture is very much different. No doubt you see similarities here and there as to how people live their lives in different countries, but their mentality is pretty much different from what I can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, it's not what one would think it to be. Being friendly with people is one thing. Getting to know them, is another different thing entirely. It takes some getting used to when you realise they are there as part of your experience in life and nothing more. Not as friends or anything more. As much as one can be friendly to others, there are just some borders that can never be passed or broken. It really opens your eyes to the world and if you pay close attention, you will see that the world hasn't really changed much at all when you take a step back and assess what's really going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology may have moved people to be connected globally, but at what cost? Most, if not all, of the happenings in society from 50 years ago still exist and is going on today. I'm being vague here, no doubt, but if you really do stop to think. Have we really moved on in terms of being modern? Or is modernity just a word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, I'm just blabbing on and on. I don't know half of what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Key point : I miss my friends. And whatever I wrote of the above falls short of that category.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-4035586951824394918?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4035586951824394918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=4035586951824394918&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/4035586951824394918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/4035586951824394918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/missing-friends.html' title='Missing Friends'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-7603734398100413948</id><published>2008-09-05T16:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:07:57.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag..Blah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Got tagged... lama tak kena d. Must give credit to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Yiang&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A. Aren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;1) Do you love this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Hell no! He's a guy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;2) Is this person your enemy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;3) Would you kiss this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Refer to Q1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;B. Bella Rahim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1) What do you really think of this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fantastic person! One of the nicest person I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. Oh! And she was my on-stage wife! Miss her loads! A really fun person to hang out with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2) What’s her favourite colour? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rainbows! (To be honest, no idea la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3) Ever danced with them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I think so? Haha! Can't remember la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;C. Carys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1) Do you have a crush on this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOL! A very close friend of mine...but nope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2) Have you ever had a crush on them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Again...refer to Q1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3) How old is she? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;16 this coming December 15?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;D. Daniela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;1) How long have you known him/her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;3 years and counting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;2) Biggest regret? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Not knowing her well enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;3) Do you hate this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Nope..Most definitely not. Very nice person!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E. Elaine Toon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1) Have you met his/her parents? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2) Worst thing about this person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;None that I'm aware of. She's a very nice and humble and down to earth and bah...you get my point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;3) Best thing about this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Refer to Q2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;F. Foo Van Yenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;1) Have you ever dated this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;NO!! She's just a friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;2) When is the next time you will see him/her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;No idea...Most probably the next time I see her would be next year...IF I ever get to see her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;3) Do you go to school with them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Used to. TARC A-Levels for 1 semester only. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;G. Galvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;1) Is he/she a good listener? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Not too sure..But he sure talks a lot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;2) Have you ever lied to make this person feel better? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Don't think so! HAHA GORI! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;3) Is this person good looking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I never judge my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H. Hannah Tan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;1) What grade are they in? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I've no idea. Lost touch since we finished our diplomas. Prolly somewhere in Australia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;2) Is he/she your friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Yeap. I hope I'm still hers! It's been too long la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;3) Ever done something illegal with this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I. Irene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;1) What is this person’s favourite food? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm not sure... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;2) How did you meet this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Church (EMC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;3) Do you trust him/her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Not close but I suppose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;J.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jillian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1) Do they have any siblings? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No idea! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2) Do you know their favourite song? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Never really asked her before! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3) What would you do if they confessed they liked you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL! Impossible la!!! She's got a bf!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;K. Kerry-Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1) How old were you when you first met? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;20?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2) How did you meet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Rose Rose I Love You production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3) Ever danced with this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Haha! Not danced with. But danced for. She was also nice enough to help us in our dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;L. Li Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1) What would you do if you had a crush on this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I've no idea! Haha! Just sit in one corner and be my usual self of being shy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2) Do you like him/her as a friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We've been friends since we were born! HAH! You say leh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3) Would you go to Disney World with this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't mind! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;M. Melinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1) Is this person older than you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Same age..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2) Is this person single? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Don't know...though even if she's attached, it's most probably to the sea. She loves the sea for some reason! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;3) How many times do you talk to them in a week? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;At least once a week? Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;N. Nicholas Ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;1) Is this person your boyfriend/girlfriend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Nope. But I know he's someone's *ahem* "boyfriend". LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;2) Have you seen this person cry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Yeah. But it was a manly cry. I think? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;3) Do you know this person’s middle name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ah DIN Joe ah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O. Ooi JA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1) Are you related? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nopes...haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2) Could you live with this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wouldn't mind. Then we can cause havoc like the way we used to back when we were in Form 3! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3) What school do they go to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't remember! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;P. Philee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1) Have you ever been to the mall with this person?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOL! Too many times to count. She's my mall-partner in crime. Movie-going partner. Lunch/Dinner partner...Bah..you get the picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2) How about a sleepover with them?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;You mean sleepover at her place? Nope. Stayed up all night chatting instead! LOL!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Does this person have a job? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job as a potato in the house! MUHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Q. Quen Seng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1) Does this person drink alcohol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I think so? He looks like a nice boy but I'm sure he drinks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2) Have you seen this person dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nopes. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3) Who does he/she " like''?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I've no idea. Refer to his facebook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;R. Randy Chew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;1) Have you heard this person sing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably? But can't remember when already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;2) Do you think this person will repost this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Nah....He's too busy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;3) When does this person look best? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;When he is being a poser! LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;S. Sarah Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1) Is this person taller than you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Shorter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2) Do you enjoy spending time with him/her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Come on man! She's Pomelow Anderson! Of course! HAHA! She's a fun character!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;3) Do they live close to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Puchong is considered to be quite acceptable la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;T. Trina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1) Would you do anything for him/her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2) Have you been to his/her house? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;LOL! Countless! It's like my second house there! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3) Where does he/she live? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SS2. Specific address...cannot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;U. U-ncle Keng Lum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;1) Is this person in a relationship? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Married!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;2) When is the last time you saw him/her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;About 2 months ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;3) What colour hair does this person have? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Black greying hair. I think it's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;V. Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1) Does she have a crush on you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nolah.. cannot happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2) Would you hug this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I suppose if there's a reason to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3) Is this person your friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yeap. A friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;W. Wee Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;1) Is this person loud or quiet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Loud la I suppose..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2) Describe this person: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Friend for the last 14 years. Haha! Was a bit of a nutter back in early primary days. Now he's studying hard to get a Dr. in front of his name! And the REAL ONE TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;3) What colour eyes does this person have? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Dark Brown? Like most asians?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;X. Xavier James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;1) Why are you friends with him/her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Cos he's damn good in drums!! LOL! Haha...no la...He's one of my best friends apart from Chun Yuen, Randy, and Aiman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;2) Have you ever gone anywhere with them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Used to back in Malaysia! Genting trip being the most memorable!&lt;br /&gt;GUYS!!! Remember this line "Eh guys, I think you guys go ahead la..." whilst removing his bag from the car! LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;3) What is one thing you would change about them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Dey! Change him into a not-so-good drummer so that girls will not surround him!! *jealous jealous* LOL! HAHA! None man. Love my brother from another mother as he is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y. Yew Joe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Does this person wear make-up?&lt;br /&gt;LOL! If he does, I'll really suspect something!&lt;br /&gt;2) Does this person play any instruments?&lt;br /&gt;Guitar...and I reckon quite a fair player. Only seen him performed in his high school days. Back then he was already good. Now? Could be much better!&lt;br /&gt;3) What is their favourite sport?&lt;br /&gt;Football/Futsal! Others, not too sure! HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Z. Zhi Xuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;1) Does this person have MSN? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Definitely. But don't know the address. Heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;2) Have you ever made out with this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Nope! She's my friend la! OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;3) When will you see this person next? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Most prolly next year or whenever I see her! Safe answer! Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;-The people who would do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-7603734398100413948?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7603734398100413948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=7603734398100413948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/7603734398100413948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/7603734398100413948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagblah.html' title='Tag..Blah!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-4969395092870794730</id><published>2008-09-05T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:41:30.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noises in my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not often I do these kinda posts....But I suppose today's one of them.&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that our "beloved" Murdoch University actually adopts the CGPA system!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like bursting out right now.&lt;br /&gt;It's fantastic to know that all these while we were just so happy to be able to pass our subjects, the CGPA has been slowly ticking away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now officially the happiest man on earth!&lt;br /&gt;No, I will not reveal my CGPA, you think I'm that stupid?&lt;br /&gt;HAH!&lt;br /&gt;If you do not believe me, go to MyInfo &gt; Current Enrolment Details &gt; Course &amp;amp; Unit Details &gt; Course Progress Summary&lt;br /&gt;You'll find your CGPA there.&lt;br /&gt;Now people(if you guys didn't already know about that), SMILE FOR ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel not too merciful today..&lt;br /&gt;Heh...I guess it's also because I'm not too happy about a lot of other stuff as well.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I'm not one to flame people in my blog. So don't have to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I'm just not THAT good of a friend, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then people....See YA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-4969395092870794730?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4969395092870794730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=4969395092870794730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/4969395092870794730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/4969395092870794730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/noises-in-my-head.html' title='Noises in my head'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-5458560522488840638</id><published>2008-08-22T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T02:14:04.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey ya people!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This will be a post about my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;So please...bear with my vanity. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SK2lbi5gEXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TttGnwHMxeE/s1600-h/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SK2lbi5gEXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TttGnwHMxeE/s320/DSC00625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237023834344788338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A cake to really remember the occasion! Thanks to my cousins here!&lt;br /&gt;They took me out for dinner at this amazing Italian restaurant and then for Teh Tarik and to top it off, they bought this cake! And I must also thank my mum for the cake! :D&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, THANKS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SK2lb121uoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wU6TWcMir-4/s1600-h/DSC00627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SK2lb121uoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wU6TWcMir-4/s320/DSC00627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237023839433898626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn sad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SK2lb9kjkcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/a3jVt6EBPg4/s1600-h/DSC00629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SK2lb9kjkcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/a3jVt6EBPg4/s320/DSC00629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237023841504694722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lazy to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SK2lcSllB9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/tv02XTa4AxQ/s1600-h/DSC00631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SK2lcSllB9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/tv02XTa4AxQ/s320/DSC00631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237023847146129362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SK2lckBvJpI/AAAAAAAAAKU/NZaN3wi7794/s1600-h/DSC00632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SK2lckBvJpI/AAAAAAAAAKU/NZaN3wi7794/s320/DSC00632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237023851827635858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cake's wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SK2o1gsGiZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/PUhuhQR4ntE/s1600-h/DSC00634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SK2o1gsGiZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/PUhuhQR4ntE/s320/DSC00634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237027578963200402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the friends who shared the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SK2o18JwR-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/CaB9Y23xKoI/s1600-h/DSC00636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SK2o18JwR-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/CaB9Y23xKoI/s320/DSC00636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237027586335328226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random dude. Don't really know who he is nor do we care. LOL!&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/19601025-5458560522488840638?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5458560522488840638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=5458560522488840638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/5458560522488840638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/5458560522488840638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-ya-people.html' title='Hey ya people!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SK2lbi5gEXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TttGnwHMxeE/s72-c/DSC00625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-1965575402023383507</id><published>2008-08-19T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:22:46.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna sound so random, but HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY to ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...quite sad right?&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday to myself...&lt;br /&gt;If those of you who don't already know, my birthday was on the 14th of August last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Hehhee...&lt;br /&gt;Photos are not in yet but it will be posted up soon.&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on! I've got to get wasted during my birthday! HOW COULD I USE THE COMP WHEN I'M WASTED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoo, ever since I've turned 21 it seems like I've lost my sense of humour that has always been a part of me. (I know, it can be lame...but humour's humour!)&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, what has happened? Has turning into an adult made me into a super-duper boring person?&lt;br /&gt;HELP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I need to fix this ASAP! Someone, anyone! Help me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Without my sense of humour I feel like I'm dying inside!!&lt;br /&gt;It's like....no chocolate in my body will make me feel like I'm dead/dying...&lt;br /&gt;You see, chocolate's like the fuel that drives me. Without chocolate for a day, I might die!&lt;br /&gt;I live on chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my friends have said I'm incomprehensible! And that's a mouthful I know!&lt;br /&gt;I'm now not even able to finish a sentence nor say something where people actually understand me! I feel like a complete fool now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HELP!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEFAHAMAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah....who am I to kid?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just really bored now. Though I was only half-kidding when it came to my sense of humour. It's...changed now...I feel...slower?&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Any tips peeps?&lt;br /&gt;I shall try to absorb everything you will tell me while trying to not leave keyboard prints on my face!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-1965575402023383507?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1965575402023383507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=1965575402023383507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/1965575402023383507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/1965575402023383507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-belated-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-2903741914996160903</id><published>2008-08-17T14:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:49:39.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is!!!</title><content type='html'>Took a bit longer than expected 'cos I've still got many photos not in yet.&lt;br /&gt;Keep forgetting to take in from the mengada people!&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Disclaimer*&lt;br /&gt;This post is a bit photo-heavy. You've been warned. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AQWA TRIP on 020808&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfKcb_4fdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0u-UdSirQIo/s1600-h/DSC00569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfKcb_4fdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0u-UdSirQIo/s320/DSC00569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235375681742339538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello, visitors! Doesn't it just remind you of a smilie?! :D On the other hand, it also did kill Steve Irwin... So be careful of that smile. It's deadly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfKcpyOtFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/S23MpGpx6fU/s1600-h/DSC00573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfKcpyOtFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/S23MpGpx6fU/s320/DSC00573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235375685443171410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Master Oogway learning to swim in the aquarium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfKczlHSMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tTBS9-LxVcw/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfKczlHSMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tTBS9-LxVcw/s320/DSC00574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235375688072513730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A shot of the so-called deadly looking shark. Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfKdeKUbnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BQ8AWE9kZFQ/s1600-h/DSC00576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfKdeKUbnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BQ8AWE9kZFQ/s320/DSC00576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235375699502853746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A close-up shot. Check out its much retarded looking set of teeth! He ain't pretty for shuh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfKdYJQk2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/eM3HPgblaRU/s1600-h/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfKdYJQk2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/eM3HPgblaRU/s320/DSC00578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235375697887794018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See what I'm seeing? Nah...bet you can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's an ugly fish! Looks like a plant! :P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfOfRaohpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zobrRCjXA-U/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfOfRaohpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zobrRCjXA-U/s320/DSC00583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235380128487868050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moon Jellies!!! YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfOfTRCDGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9ONezBU5b44/s1600-h/DSC00581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfOfTRCDGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9ONezBU5b44/s320/DSC00581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235380128984468578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another beautiful picture of the moon jellies! YUM YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfOfw4Ll0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/zuW-WPmTneY/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfOfw4Ll0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/zuW-WPmTneY/s320/DSC00587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235380136933300034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another photo! Not too hungry now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfOgJ9gBwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xEaT92b32OA/s1600-h/DSC00596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfOgJ9gBwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xEaT92b32OA/s320/DSC00596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235380143666497282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't remember what this was called. LOL! But it's definitely cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfOge3iROI/AAAAAAAAAIc/miyMbTKqUqg/s1600-h/DSC00598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfOge3iROI/AAAAAAAAAIc/miyMbTKqUqg/s320/DSC00598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235380149278622946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some random plant-living-thing. Snapped for the fun of it. Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfPmX0xX6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/DT3OkER9-90/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfPmX0xX6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/DT3OkER9-90/s320/DSC00601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235381349978824610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wheee!!!! Eeelssss!!!!! *Bzzt* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfPmqB-k1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/IfSHHvIoCwM/s1600-h/DSC00602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfPmqB-k1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/IfSHHvIoCwM/s320/DSC00602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235381354866053970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They're kinda...creepy and *BZZZZT* ... er... cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfPm7ZwfkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/leT9zIyrTCE/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfPm7ZwfkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/leT9zIyrTCE/s320/DSC00604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235381359529197122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another random plant-thing that happens to live in the sea/aquarium. Strange eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfPnDodGwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hCiWmShz2v8/s1600-h/DSC00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfPnDodGwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hCiWmShz2v8/s320/DSC00605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235381361738324738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close-up! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfPna6XKqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d3VzuOHqGPk/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfPna6XKqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d3VzuOHqGPk/s320/DSC00611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235381367987448482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought it was a puffer fish as well. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfRhwCyvrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/NK6DKtqtcI0/s1600-h/DSC00616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfRhwCyvrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/NK6DKtqtcI0/s320/DSC00616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235383469603995314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Came all the way here to see them sleep. Lazy asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfRiJ1cuvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/V2cJjEVft58/s1600-h/DSC00617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfRiJ1cuvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/V2cJjEVft58/s320/DSC00617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235383476527348466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's just a so-so shot la. But love the view though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfRib9s1pI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oBEwv9aS-L0/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfRib9s1pI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oBEwv9aS-L0/s320/DSC00618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235383481393796754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeaaaaah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfRi6HY-QI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IvamaoCWgnk/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfRi6HY-QI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IvamaoCWgnk/s320/DSC00619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235383489487501570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mei Lin and I! Windy day it was! :D&lt;br /&gt;Loved every moment of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfRjZxezqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/mIoA3ftzo0E/s1600-h/DSC00620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfRjZxezqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/mIoA3ftzo0E/s320/DSC00620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235383497985543842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brenda and Ai Wee...sleeping in the bus on the way home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks!&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon and I just *MIGHT* show ya something!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfOgJ9gBwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xEaT92b32OA/s1600-h/DSC00596.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-it-is.html' title='Here it is!!!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/SKfKcb_4fdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0u-UdSirQIo/s72-c/DSC00569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-8351580137801907312</id><published>2008-08-10T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:50:18.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERTH!</title><content type='html'>Heylo people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog has been dead for too long already!&lt;br /&gt;Time to resurrect the dead blog from its cyber grave!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I WILL be posting up photos so don't you worry.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna come up but not today because I've to go sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Later got church to go to!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;Not many photos yet because I've got photos scattered all around my friends cameras!&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-8351580137801907312?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8351580137801907312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=8351580137801907312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/8351580137801907312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/8351580137801907312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2008/08/perth.html' title='PERTH!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-8371903750735922691</id><published>2007-11-23T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T03:28:19.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEWARE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Taken from Motor Trader Website*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="NUSMainTitle"&gt;WARNING: Robbery Tactic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ArticleDateText"&gt;November 19, 2007 04:47 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="AuthorText"&gt;Author: &lt;a href="mailto:chips@motortrader.com.my"&gt;Chips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Hey, brake awak sudah pecah, minyak keluar&lt;/em&gt; (your brake is broken and oil is coming out)!” Normally, a warning like that from another motorist would alarm you and you would immediately stop and jump out  to look. But these days, that’s not such a wise idea, even if you are worried about the brakes leaking. This is because one of the tactics of robbers now is to use that warning to make you stop and get down – as this writer discovered this afternoon. Fortunately, however, I am not an average motorist who doesn’t know a lot about cars and whose first two thoughts were: “brake leaking… why didn’t the warning light come on?” and “two guys on a motorbike… be careful!”.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Fortunately, the second thought made me hesitate about getting down and in fact, even when they (two Indians on a motorbike) drew alongside me in the jam along Jalan Syed Putra, Kuala Lumpur, I only wound down the window a bit to ask them what they were saying. As I stopped the car, I was still thinking about the absence of a warning light which would normally come on because a leak will drop the brake fluid level and the sensor (which most cars have) will pick it up.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;As I pulled over, the two guys stopped their motorcycle in front of me and the tall pillion rider got down (which also struck me as suspicious because most people usually shout a warning and then go off). It could be that because they were both wearing dark blue shirts with a Shell logo, they expected that unsuspecting motorists would let their guard down thinking they were mechanics. Anyway as the tall guy was getting down, I noticed that in his hand was a small container (like an&lt;em&gt; Eye-mo&lt;/em&gt; bottle) and that immediately stopped me from getting out. I immediately drove off and kept an eye in the mirror but didn’t see them following me. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I drove on looking for a spot with plenty of people so that I could check on the front wheel and turned into the carpark at Muzium Negara. I was still alert for the possibility that they followed me so I quickly ran to the front to check – no oil, nothing visibly wrong – and as I rushed back to the door, around the corner they came! I jumped in and they did a u-turn and went off.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;So be alert for this tactic which may be a new one. They may not want to hijack the car and probably just want to steal things and that container may have soapy water or something that can burn your eyes and as you are blinded, they open the doors and steal whatever they can find. So whatever you do, &lt;u&gt;don’t get down&lt;/u&gt; and don’t stop further along thinking it is safe. If it is a brake problem, just drive carefully till you get to somewhere that has security guards nearby. And it is best not to head straight for home because you never know if they may still be following you, determined to rob you (hopefully, you were an unlucky random choice).&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;While on the subject of modus operandi, as the police have warned, be alert when you are rammed from behind and &lt;u&gt;don’t get down&lt;/u&gt;.  Drive to a police station to make your report – you are not committing an offence if no one has been injured and you can tell the police you were suspicious of the car that rammed you. Also, do not think that if there is just one person in the car that rammed you, it is safe because there have been reported cases where another car comes up and stops ahead and two guys get out with &lt;em&gt;parangs&lt;/em&gt; and do their nasty things. You also need to be alert for the possibility that if you are talking to one of them one one side from inside the car, it is not safe because the others can smash the glass on the other side and grab you.&lt;/p&gt;   Sadly, it’s a dangerous world we live in these days and being alert and staying calm enough to be able to recognise danger signs is critical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Link..&lt;br /&gt;http://www.motortrader.com.my/NUS/articles/article_1165/page_m.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would ask this to be passed on and women especially to be very careful! Some of you may not be very knowledgeable (actually, men included) when it comes to cars so do not panic and stay calm! Anything, if there's anything wrong... just call someone who knows better and check with them before you get down the car or park your car! REMEMBER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*This was a community service message by eM-Kay*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-8371903750735922691?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8371903750735922691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=8371903750735922691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/8371903750735922691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/8371903750735922691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2007/11/beware_23.html' title='BEWARE!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-4913188653995268166</id><published>2007-11-16T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T03:26:17.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Rules: Repeat subject header “I’M TAGGED, THEREFORE…” Copy + paste these rules in your entry. Complete these 15 totally useless statements &amp;amp; questions. Mention who you were tagged by, followed by 8 people whom you’ll be tagging&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm tagged, therefore "smile and wave, kick and shave" - lamely random... :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. If I was the opposite gender, what would my party clothes be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- To be honest, never thought of it before! Hmm....X-Men's Rogue, i suppose?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;2. At 10am this morning, I was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Sleeping&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. At 10pm tonight, I will be…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- do not know what I will be doing yet. Most probably in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;4. Who should be the next Malaysian Prime Minister?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Personally, I think it should be someone who is well-educated with a proper paper from one of the few top universities in the world and not the top local university. It makes a whole lot of difference!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. If my spouse told me to do without sex for a year, I would…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- scream my lungs out and probably go crazy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;6. If I was a piece of a car, I would be the…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Ferrari F430. A bloody nice one I must add.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7. If I was told one day that I would have to give up either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1) anything chocolate OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2) ever seeing the beach again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;for the rest of my life,which one will I give up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- OMG! They're both my favourites!!!! I can't choose! NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;8. Singapore is good for…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- crazy people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9. If I could only say 3 words before I die, what would those last words be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- I need chocolates!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;10. Who would I like to be left on a deserted island with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- A lovely girl whom I can relate to.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11. Die by drowning or by fire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-  Drowning, I suppose. It's not as painful as fire I think. Besides, I don't want my body to be burnt till I'm unrecognizable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;12. What is one single thing would you buy with your last RM9.95?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Food...preferably chocolate.... :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13. If I opened a night club, what would I call it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- The Kheng's Playground.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;14. Don’t cheat: what’s “bulbous”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- I don't know...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;15. I think my ass is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- a perfectly normal formed ass. If it wasn't....I wouldn't be able to sit properly.. :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The 8 sweet and crazy people that I shall bestow this tag upon are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Whoever who thinks it's good! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-4913188653995268166?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4913188653995268166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=4913188653995268166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/4913188653995268166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/4913188653995268166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2007/11/tag.html' title='TAG!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-3959992405351627983</id><published>2007-09-25T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T01:39:41.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May the Force be with You, always...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/Media/Games/The_Ultimate_Star_Wars_Personality_Test/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/content/190407/Card_LukeSkywalker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me is Luke Skywalker! I have a HAWT twin sister! Where is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/Media/Games/Quizzes_Puzzles/Personality_Quizzes/Which_Heroes_Character_Are_You/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/content/extras/resultcard_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out what heroes character are you at LiquidGeneration.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The image won't load up. But it's okay. Basically I'm Sylar. And the description says " You are Sylar, the insecure watchmaker. Looking to be "special", huh? How insecure of yourself do you have to be to kill and steal other people's powers? You've let your inner demons get the best of you, jerk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLz!&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/19601025-3959992405351627983?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3959992405351627983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=3959992405351627983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/3959992405351627983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/3959992405351627983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2007/09/may-force-be-with-you-always.html' title='May the Force be with You, always...'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-2721230433788100535</id><published>2007-08-23T02:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T03:07:27.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back Into Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long absence and now coupled with the fact that I'm feeling a bit mushy today!&lt;br /&gt;So my fellow readers, I'll give you this specially from my playlist!&lt;br /&gt;It's one of my favourite songs after watching Music &amp; Lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="SongTextIntro"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;Way Back into Love &lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div id="LinkAdvert"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.ringtoneitch.com/co/ringtoneitch/02/?sid=MLlyrtop&amp;artist=Various%20Artists" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;    [Cora]&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Alex]&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need them again someday&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cora &amp;amp; Alex]&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cora]&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be something for my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Alex]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;class id="NoSteal"&gt;&lt;/class&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cora &amp; Alex]&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cora]&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cora &amp;amp; Alex]&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19601025-2721230433788100535?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2721230433788100535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=2721230433788100535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/2721230433788100535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/2721230433788100535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2007/08/way-back-into-love.html' title='Way Back Into Love'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-6519938423269542172</id><published>2007-07-23T05:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T06:05:36.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>Blogging in the office at precisely 0517 hours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Full Situation Report on Operation Last Extraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For eyes only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time : 0517 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operation Last Extraction as of this moment is still ongoing. The 814th Spec Ops have successfully infiltrated the enemy base at precisely 1215 hours local time. 814th's status quo is yet unchanged from the time of their last hourly transmission. Security in the enemy's base has proved to be more difficult than intel provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, 2nd Lt. Capt. Michelle "Codename:Weirdo" Cheong's specialty in hacking military systems has proved useful. With her Level 4 Hacking skills, the security system was easily bypassed and its signal was set on a loop to prevent the alarms from being raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 814th have gained access to Mission Priority 1. At the very moment this report is typed, all the VALUABLE DATA stored in our notebooks are being transferred as we speak. Our next objective upon planting the VALUABLE DATA in the enemy's system would be to cripple the system through a worm that will spread to the entire system before it shuts down the base's mainframe. Whereby the base and its inhabitants would fully succumb to its total dependence of technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Operation Last Extraction goes as planned, Mission Priority 2 will commence as soon as the enemy's base loses its power at the mainframe. With its main power down, the mainframe will be running in a reserve diesel-powered generator. Due to its limited fuel, the enemy will block all access to the mainframe from its own computers upon a power failure for fear of high-level hackers.The base's mainframe will run on its own without any connection to the outside world until the base is safely secured and the computers are up and running again. All the VALUABLE DATA uploaded to the enemy's mainframe before the power failure  would then be automatically activated to search and attach itself to encrypted files stored in their database before it is extracted at the end of the search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon completion of Mission Priority 2, 814th will rendezvous at the extraction point approximately 5 clicks north-east of drop-off point. Signal flare will draw too much attention therefore 814th have been outfitted with state-of-the-art homing devices called the H-442 Homing Beacon a.k.a. "Squawk Feather".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Extraction Time : 0800 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraction Craft on Stand-by : Eagle One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;In Service of Maurayshea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commander Meng "Codename:Emkay" Kheng Tan.&lt;br /&gt;Head Division of 814th Spec Ops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/19601025-6519938423269542172?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6519938423269542172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=6519938423269542172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/6519938423269542172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/6519938423269542172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogging-in-office-at-precisely-0517.html' title='Blogging in the office at precisely 0517 hours.'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-5406179258490319517</id><published>2007-07-23T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T03:59:01.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;a) &lt;span&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt; are the statements that are true to you.&lt;br /&gt;b) &lt;span&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; the statements that you WISH are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, tag 5 people to do the same test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I do not watch tv these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I have tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;6) I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I have changed mentally over the last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I’m totally smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I’ve broken someone’s bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I’m paranoid sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)&lt;span&gt; I have long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;19)&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)&lt;span&gt; I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) I couldn’t survive without Caller ID.&lt;br /&gt;22)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I like the way I look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;24) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)&lt;span&gt; I have a hidden talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) &lt;span&gt;I’m always hyper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27)&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) &lt;span&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29)&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;31)&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I love to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span&gt;Enjoy window shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I would rather shop than eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34)&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don’t hate anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35)&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I’m a pretty good dancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) &lt;span&gt;I’m completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38)&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I believe in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) &lt;span&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) &lt;span&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I’ve rejected someone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43)&lt;span&gt; I want to have children in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45)&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I’ve called the cops on a friend before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I’m not allergic to anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I’m shy around members of the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49)&lt;span&gt; I have made a move on a friends significant other or crush in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I own the South Park movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span&gt;I would die for my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) &lt;span&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54)&lt;span&gt; I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;56) Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;57) I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;58)&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am happy at this moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) &lt;span&gt;I’m obsessed with girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I’ve ever met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;64) I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;65) &lt;span&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66)&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;68) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal &amp; dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I’m proficient in an musical instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70)&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I think water rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) I went college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;74)&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I like sausages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span&gt;I love kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76) I fall for the worst people&lt;br /&gt;77) &lt;span&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78) I can’t live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;79)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I don’t know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I can whistle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snake’s slither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85) I still have every journal I’ve written in.&lt;br /&gt;86) I can’t stick to a diet. But who needs diets?&lt;br /&gt;87) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89) I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;90) Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time. Can't even lift myself up.&lt;br /&gt;91) I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;92) I can’t stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;93) I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;94) I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;br /&gt;95)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; I have been to over 15 conventions. Maybe 1 or none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96)&lt;span&gt; I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97) &lt;span&gt;I’m an artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99) I like a person of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;100)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love being happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tag: PHILEE, PREDEEP,LISAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-5406179258490319517?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5406179258490319517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=5406179258490319517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/5406179258490319517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/5406179258490319517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2007/07/tags.html' title='TAGS!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-3033922527100084614</id><published>2007-07-11T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T02:09:16.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 3 of an Epic Trilogy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HARLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final part of the epic trilogy is finally here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm quivering with anticipation for my long-deserved Oscar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And the Oscar goes to ...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah...it doesn't matter...for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with the photos anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpPAvB6TocI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kLe7gwnowuY/s1600-h/dinner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpPAvB6TocI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kLe7gwnowuY/s320/dinner.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085620318430798274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cast and crew of Heroes Rejects having dinner on the 3rd day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Needless to say, the seafood was good! Though food was scarce because...as you can see... all those who were on the table were NOT mid-life-crisis-suffering adults! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What you don't see in the photo is that we actually made a very loud announcement to the rest of the tables to come and give us leftovers from their tables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In short...teenagers with raging stomachs...'nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpPAvh6TodI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2M7BynvZwUM/s1600-h/hiding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpPAvh6TodI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2M7BynvZwUM/s320/hiding.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085620327020732882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THIS was after dinner where we went back to our hotel for our Fun Nite. You can basically see me running away to hide because the whole buncha youth sitting behind were shouting for my name to go up and sing a song! Knowing my oh-so-limitless abilities...I declined but at the nudging of the crowd..I relented...with one condition...the whole bunch who dragged me in to come and sing with me! MUAHAhAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to make things worse..they didn't call me by my name. They called me by my pet name...Frankie...and throughout the whole of that night and the day after...I was called Frankie by the adults as well...Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpO__x6ToXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/aRuCxSNuGdY/s1600-h/youthworship.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpO__x6ToXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/aRuCxSNuGdY/s320/youthworship.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085619506681979250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The youth took charge of the final praise and worship session led by Erica "Eden" Cheong. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was good...got all the adults with creaking bones to now have casts wrapped around their limbs for joining us in our hyped-up session! WOOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carys "Candice" Lim and Trina "Claire" Teoh as back-up singers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpPABR6ToYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9XfQ6SRH1gM/s1600-h/youthworship1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpPABR6ToYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9XfQ6SRH1gM/s320/youthworship1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085619532451783042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The worship band who led the P&amp;W session for the last day. Jessica "Jessica Sanders" Lim on the keyboard, Nicholas "Nikki Sanders" Au Yong on the electric guitar, Joshua "Peter Petrelli" Teoh on the bass guitar, Emily "Unnamed Hero" Mok on the lead guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpPACh6ToZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1YQ_S61XWMI/s1600-h/sanguines.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpPACh6ToZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1YQ_S61XWMI/s320/sanguines.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085619553926619538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After P&amp;W Session, we had our own small talk which basically puts us into different categories of personalities. After that, we were told to build a house using decks of cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I was in Sanguine...naturally...LOLz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As a fellow Youth Advisor said..."It looks like a public house/HDB flats in Singapore" although we were clearly trying to go for a posh bungalow with a swimming pool on the rooftop and security guards. Meh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpPADB6ToaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8muck16MYD8/s1600-h/phlegmatic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpPADB6ToaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8muck16MYD8/s320/phlegmatic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085619562516554146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phlegmatic's house! Simple and practical! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpPADh6TobI/AAAAAAAAAG8/iqMENF1TJqk/s1600-h/melancholic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpPADh6TobI/AAAAAAAAAG8/iqMENF1TJqk/s320/melancholic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085619571106488754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melancholic's house! Honestly, we're lost for words at this. It vaguely looks like a house! More of like a pathway of sorts with sweets on the roofs! LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we asked the Melancholics! They just said, "Aiya, dunno la! We just folded something and simply put it together wat!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm still trying to figure out what it is till today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpO7vx6ToNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/A5a5jNYEbaI/s1600-h/choleric.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpO7vx6ToNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/A5a5jNYEbaI/s320/choleric.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085614833757561042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cholerics' house! Or rather...a Stonehenge of sorts! By far definitely the most creative of all! It is really attractive and a sight to behold! From a house's point of view though...I'd have to say it ain't the safest place to live in. HAHA! But a bloody nice design though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpO7wx6ToOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_ha8My-wmtM/s1600-h/resortgroup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpO7wx6ToOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_ha8My-wmtM/s320/resortgroup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085614850937430242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroes Rejects!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpO7zB6ToPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qUpBWuL-rao/s1600-h/resortgroup1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpO7zB6ToPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qUpBWuL-rao/s320/resortgroup1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085614889592135922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MUKA BANGANG! Aiya...always say making stupid face or muka poyo and stuff like that is so old school. So now I come up with a new term! MUKA BANGANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpO7zh6ToQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5fuCvOTFRLA/s1600-h/sanguinesgroup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpO7zh6ToQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5fuCvOTFRLA/s320/sanguinesgroup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085614898182070530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sanguines poses for the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpO70h6ToRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zC_WiHncwro/s1600-h/nicholases%26erica.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpO70h6ToRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zC_WiHncwro/s320/nicholases%26erica.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085614915361939730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nicholas "Sylar" Ting, Erica "Eden" Cheong, Nicholas "Nikki Sanders" Au Yong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE trilogy is finally completed! YEAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's hope the box-office receipts will be good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be eagerly awaiting for my Oscar to be Poslaju'ed to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, y'all!&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/19601025-3033922527100084614?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3033922527100084614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=3033922527100084614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/3033922527100084614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/3033922527100084614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2007/07/part-3-of-epic-trilogy.html' title='Part 3 of an Epic Trilogy!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RpPAvB6TocI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kLe7gwnowuY/s72-c/dinner.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-3988456768441412512</id><published>2007-07-04T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T03:47:44.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2 of an Epic Trilogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hear me people of the Earth!&lt;br /&gt;Behold! The sequel to an Epic Trilogy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la...I'm not on as big a budget as Peter Jackson did for his LOTR trilogy la... I only get what.. RM 100 per week. How can part 2 be ready so fast?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, sometimes ar... parents can be very &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kiam siap&lt;/span&gt; wan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, getting back to the topic... TADA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 2!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait, for I've returned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But what have I returned for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I come to you, at the tide of the turn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh wait, that ain't right...hor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay...so long as it rhymes!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The VERY NICE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The KIND-HEARTED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERASAN-TED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqY1B6ToKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bAkDFK5twqc/s1600-h/pimple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqY1B6ToKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bAkDFK5twqc/s320/pimple.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083043166254506146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hiro Nakamura&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha! Tau la...I'm so vain right? But actually ar..to tell you guys something..&lt;br /&gt;I never snap this photo..SERIOUS! I think it was...Trina "Claire" Teoh? Erica "Eden" Cheong? Jessica "Jessica Sanders" Lim? Carysa "Candice" Lim?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno la...it was one of the 'a's...&lt;br /&gt;Heheh...look good leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh! Eh! No!!! I mean my pimples...looks good leh? Sorry lor..typo ma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqY1h6ToLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/I3nxT1fsn1I/s1600-h/niceart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqY1h6ToLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/I3nxT1fsn1I/s320/niceart.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083043174844440754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, btw... this was towards the end of the 2nd session (early in the morning of the 2nd day)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As you can see, some of us got really bored and started doing things to our papers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just ate sweets all the way (WHAT?! FREE OKAY?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A lil' handiwork from Carys "Candice" Lim herself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd have to say it's really nice...speaking of which...it looks like the whole Lim family( or their children la...Jessica "Jessica Sanders" Lim, Carys "Candice" Lim and Isaac "Isaac Mendez" Lim) can really draw! It was sad that I don't have Jessica's "Jessica Sanders" Lim artwork here at the moment but it was nice!!! Same with Isaac's "Isaac Mendez" Lim as well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No wonder they're Heroes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiya!! Three of you don't need to be in Lost already la...just go for Heroes cukup!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqY1x6ToMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ITkOAqrte9c/s1600-h/erica.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqY1x6ToMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ITkOAqrte9c/s320/erica.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083043179139408066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Erica "Eden" Cheong being her usual self... CAMWHORE!!! Look into her eyes! Her power of persuasion will make you do things you never thought you do!&lt;br /&gt;*Basically it's just Erica giving you the evil eye till you do as you're told*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqX2x6ToFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/24iuehrFbKk/s1600-h/me%26trina%26erica.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqX2x6ToFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/24iuehrFbKk/s320/me%26trina%26erica.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083042096807649362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 main Heroes with the 4th hoggin for attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You see, the three of us (Meng "Hiro" Kheng, Trina "Claire" Teoh, Erica "Eden" Cheong) had better character development whereby we actually travel around in reality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isaac "Isaac Mendez" Lim can only depend on his canvas to travel around...in dreamland... therefore he was not happy at the fact that he always had to be cooped up in his own room with his own filth and paint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, a word of note...Isaac paints with his um...filth. I shall leave it to your imagination...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqX3B6ToGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/68vsX-gMc88/s1600-h/me%26trina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqX3B6ToGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/68vsX-gMc88/s320/me%26trina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083042101102616674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trina "Claire" Teoh and Meng "Hiro" Kheng wants a better shot of them looking cute together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The camera melted upon snapping this photo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*'Twas actually Claire's mom who seem to love to play with fire that melted the camera*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqX3h6ToHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lumIOOp934E/s1600-h/stupidface.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqX3h6ToHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lumIOOp934E/s320/stupidface.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083042109692551282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is how Trina "Claire" Teoh and Meng "Hiro" Kheng were thinking of killing Nicholas "Sylar" Ting. They make c-2-pit faces!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoping against hope that he may somehow eat his own brain because of their c-2-pit-ity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqX3x6ToII/AAAAAAAAAEk/tSzCgutgO0k/s1600-h/me%26carys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqX3x6ToII/AAAAAAAAAEk/tSzCgutgO0k/s320/me%26carys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083042113987518594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, it is Meng "Hiro" Kheng and Carys "Candice" Lim camwhoring... just plain ol' camwhoring. Yes, we're burnt to crisp...that's what happens when you try to kill Nicholas "Sylar" Ting while under the sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It takes forever...because he is so blur that he doesn't know what you're trying to do till it hits him and then he says...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"WHAT!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqX4R6ToJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Sfs8G2L2SEE/s1600-h/fingers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqX4R6ToJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Sfs8G2L2SEE/s320/fingers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083042122577453202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands...Idle hands... disrupting the picture again. Never fear! For the hands are just but an illusion that Carys "Candice" Lim created to fool your eyes! Fret not! For it only lasts...forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqWdR6ToAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Dc19c7Cr-Bo/s1600-h/makan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqWdR6ToAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Dc19c7Cr-Bo/s320/makan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083040559209357314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note that the food was actually already half-eaten. It wasn't eaten by us...these are what we would like to call, leftovers by the rest of the tables who joined us for supper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Such is the condition of production in Heroes that we're forced to eat leftovers to make way for Special FX to conjure up with cool stuff to watch on TV! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Such are the sacrifices the Heroes make!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqWdx6ToBI/AAAAAAAAADs/irhqMqqT7H8/s1600-h/cute.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqWdx6ToBI/AAAAAAAAADs/irhqMqqT7H8/s320/cute.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083040567799291922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We may eat leftovers but Erica "Eden" Cheong seems pretty happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nicholas "Sylar" Ting though...seems...blur...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does he even know that he's eating leftovers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh wait...*correction*...he eats brains...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqWeB6ToCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2cV6u7JYj14/s1600-h/reds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqWeB6ToCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2cV6u7JYj14/s320/reds.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083040572094259234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adam "Nathan Petrelli" Ang and Meng "Hiro" Kheng flexes their muscles for the camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*CHEESE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqWeh6ToDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/J4dkeJhBM_o/s1600-h/carys%26trina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqWeh6ToDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/J4dkeJhBM_o/s320/carys%26trina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083040580684193842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carys "Candice" Lim and Trina "Claire" Teoh decides a little girl-on-girl action wouldn't hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry to disappoint you guys though, it takes place off-camera.&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH YOU DIRTY !%#@&amp;^!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GIRL-ON-GIRL IS GOSSIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqWex6ToEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/T6XD3dpmr5k/s1600-h/jessica%26josh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqWex6ToEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/T6XD3dpmr5k/s320/jessica%26josh.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083040584979161154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jessica "Jessica Sanders" Lim and Joshua "Peter Petrelli" Teoh. Jessica ignores the 30-year-old emo boy and has her own food whilst thinking of Micah...who was left behind in KL because of her desire to keep him from harm a.k.a. forgetfulness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqVah6Tn7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/BdR6xCkJiPI/s1600-h/one.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqVah6Tn7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/BdR6xCkJiPI/s320/one.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083039412453089202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teh Talik KULANG MANIS, BOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LU PIGI BIKIN ITU TEH LU JANGAN PIKIR I TAK TAU LU LUDAH KA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqVbB6Tn8I/AAAAAAAAADE/rrQaOL1inqo/s1600-h/josh%26camera.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqVbB6Tn8I/AAAAAAAAADE/rrQaOL1inqo/s320/josh%26camera.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083039421043023810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cameras are a man's best buddy. They take shots of your friends in their most idiotic state and this is what we call...PRICELESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqVbx6Tn9I/AAAAAAAAADM/-BE3PWSiIF0/s1600-h/nick%26foot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqVbx6Tn9I/AAAAAAAAADM/-BE3PWSiIF0/s320/nick%26foot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083039433927925714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noted...cameras ARE a man's best friend. Look at how he's so willing to pose for the camera whilst trying to scrape whatever that's underneath his skin/foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqVcB6Tn-I/AAAAAAAAADU/zfETgrcxwr4/s1600-h/me%26trina1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqVcB6Tn-I/AAAAAAAAADU/zfETgrcxwr4/s320/me%26trina1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083039438222893026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Meng "Hiro" Kheng and Trina "Claire" Teoh again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CAMWHORING IS OUR BEST WEAPON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqVch6Tn_I/AAAAAAAAADc/wNl6nleQVPc/s1600-h/jessicaposing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqVch6Tn_I/AAAAAAAAADc/wNl6nleQVPc/s320/jessicaposing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083039446812827634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessica "Jessica Sanders" Lim that we all know has turned her back on us! She now focuses on all her powers to change a TV channel.  Such is the demands of the production  that we have to resort to minial work to continue to support our own a**E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To Be Continued*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Part 2 of the Epic Trilogy ends here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now...&lt;br /&gt;&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/19601025-3988456768441412512?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3988456768441412512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=3988456768441412512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/3988456768441412512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/3988456768441412512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2007/07/part-2-of-epic-trilogy.html' title='Part 2 of an Epic Trilogy'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RoqY1B6ToKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bAkDFK5twqc/s72-c/pimple.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-3090123175974026711</id><published>2007-06-17T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T01:27:01.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heroes'/><title type='text'>Part 1 of an Epic Trilogy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wind blows right through me,&lt;br /&gt;Birds fly past me,&lt;br /&gt;I feel at ease, at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I?&lt;br /&gt;It is but your eye,&lt;br /&gt;That you see a tiny sign,&lt;br /&gt;By the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;A sign that says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnT-zaxZzNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-9vb1drRZtc/s1600-h/beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnT-zaxZzNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-9vb1drRZtc/s320/beach.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076962839266708690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; are you staring at?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nah, just KIDDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid you welcome back after a long period of absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is an epic trilogy. But a trilogy of what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall leave it to your eyes to discern what it is that I've posted up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnT-z6xZzOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eK6XqFliqWc/s1600-h/lost.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnT-z6xZzOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eK6XqFliqWc/s320/lost.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076962847856643298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wanderin&lt;/span&gt;' souls,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt; in thought, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt; in their own world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like in the TV Series, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnT-0KxZzPI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZgDb_lzHelI/s1600-h/deadcrab.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnT-0KxZzPI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZgDb_lzHelI/s320/deadcrab.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076962852151610610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh why are you not moving, o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;clawie&lt;/span&gt; one?&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;You came from the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Like an angel from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Oh why are you not moving, o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;clawie&lt;/span&gt; one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnT-0axZzQI/AAAAAAAAABM/yIDJdnY02Go/s1600-h/lostandfound.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnT-0axZzQI/AAAAAAAAABM/yIDJdnY02Go/s320/lostandfound.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076962856446577922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's like destiny!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;, but now we're together.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So where shall we go for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnT-0qxZzRI/AAAAAAAAABU/JgEWa4l2xtk/s1600-h/beached.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnT-0qxZzRI/AAAAAAAAABU/JgEWa4l2xtk/s320/beached.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076962860741545234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jessica "Jessica Sanders" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; (L) : Oh no, I miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kayu&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Carys&lt;/span&gt; "Candice" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; (R) : I miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pelita&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUFwqxZzSI/AAAAAAAAABc/1mbeO3Iku6w/s1600-h/sidewayserica.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUFwqxZzSI/AAAAAAAAABc/1mbeO3Iku6w/s320/sidewayserica.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076970488603462946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Carys&lt;/span&gt; "Candice" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; : Where are you, oh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pelita&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O' weird Erica, how art thou bent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mentioneth&lt;/span&gt; of thy scoliosis problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nicholas...blur as ever. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUFw6xZzTI/AAAAAAAAABk/NQOEWz6FsiA/s1600-h/lookingforsomething.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUFw6xZzTI/AAAAAAAAABk/NQOEWz6FsiA/s320/lookingforsomething.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076970492898430258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lo! Two lonely figures by the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossiping about the next cute boy to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O! How desperate these girls are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Purge their fires of desire, so they may not wander far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUFxKxZzUI/AAAAAAAAABs/nVzSNOpy1us/s1600-h/foundsomething.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUFxKxZzUI/AAAAAAAAABs/nVzSNOpy1us/s320/foundsomething.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076970497193397570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Upon seeing a cute boy!&lt;br /&gt;*Horny*&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUFxaxZzVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0C2k_-GILy0/s1600-h/nikki%26erica.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUFxaxZzVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0C2k_-GILy0/s320/nikki%26erica.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076970501488364882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With the rest "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;", Erica "Eden" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Cheong&lt;/span&gt; and Nicholas "Nikki Sanders" Au Yong takes things into their own hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAM WHORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUFxqxZzWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zknibYQ1qrM/s1600-h/jessica%26erica.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUFxqxZzWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zknibYQ1qrM/s320/jessica%26erica.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076970505783332194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Erica "Eden" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Cheong&lt;/span&gt; starts hogging the camera. Jessica "Jessica Sanders" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; reluctantly obliges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUG9qxZzXI/AAAAAAAAACE/haj2jE9PbV0/s1600-h/nikki%26erica1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUG9qxZzXI/AAAAAAAAACE/haj2jE9PbV0/s320/nikki%26erica1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076971811453390194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And again, Nicholas "Nikki Sanders" Au Yong wants the attention from the camera. And also Erica "Eden" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Cheong&lt;/span&gt;...*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUG9qxZzYI/AAAAAAAAACM/Pm32Z0UN7F4/s1600-h/nickting%26erica.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUG9qxZzYI/AAAAAAAAACM/Pm32Z0UN7F4/s320/nickting%26erica.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076971811453390210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nick "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Sylar&lt;/span&gt;" Ting finally emerges from his standing slumber only to find himself the target of the camera. He sleeps again with eyes open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUG96xZzZI/AAAAAAAAACU/opMhmrNL-Jw/s1600-h/trinaerica.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUG96xZzZI/AAAAAAAAACU/opMhmrNL-Jw/s320/trinaerica.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076971815748357522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Erica "Eden" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Cheong&lt;/span&gt; and Trina "Claire" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Teoh&lt;/span&gt; cam whores to the camera's horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUG-KxZzaI/AAAAAAAAACc/Sjf2jzfPyBQ/s1600-h/ass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUG-KxZzaI/AAAAAAAAACc/Sjf2jzfPyBQ/s320/ass.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076971820043324834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People's asses. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S: The camera &lt;/span&gt;lens&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; broke upon snapping this photo. Again, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;Hint: The log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUG-qxZzbI/AAAAAAAAACk/gI6TDeOuwWI/s1600-h/beachgroup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUG-qxZzbI/AAAAAAAAACk/gI6TDeOuwWI/s320/beachgroup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076971828633259442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;" rejects. Or rather,"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;" rejects who stumbled upon the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;" set. They got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; while finding the place to audition for "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;". They are really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUHjKxZzcI/AAAAAAAAACs/-Fp3vREkpbI/s1600-h/piggyback.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUHjKxZzcI/AAAAAAAAACs/-Fp3vREkpbI/s320/piggyback.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076972455698484674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The journey back to the resort/hotel. Nick "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Sylar&lt;/span&gt;" Ting piggybacks Trina "Claire" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Teoh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUHjaxZzdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tkyYCiUF8So/s1600-h/hiddenmickey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnUHjaxZzdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tkyYCiUF8So/s320/hiddenmickey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076972459993451986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hidden Mickey. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of Part 1 of an Epic Trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;Still wondering what are all these photos about?&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned... :D&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/19601025-3090123175974026711?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3090123175974026711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=3090123175974026711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/3090123175974026711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/3090123175974026711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2007/06/part-1-of-epic-trilogy.html' title='Part 1 of an Epic Trilogy.'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RnT-zaxZzNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-9vb1drRZtc/s72-c/beach.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-5956191265772900130</id><published>2007-05-18T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T02:42:42.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformers'/><title type='text'>Transformers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES!!! It's another Transformers post!!&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd trailer came out precisely 1 hour and 20 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Verdict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;It's FRIGGING AWESOME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It has to be the Summer Blockbuster Movie of 2007!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;IT WILL EVEN BEAT SPIDER-MAN 3!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LIKE HANDS DOWN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people, how can Transformers be not cool!&lt;br /&gt;To those of you who thinks it's nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you, to watch the trailer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/summer-movies/Transformers/1808716430/trailers/31/180"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then tell me about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your jaw doesn't drop, you are not a human!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RkygzkqbOYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KcdCl4MXP_U/s1600-h/MovieOptimusSide1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RkygzkqbOYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KcdCl4MXP_U/s320/MovieOptimusSide1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065600488760359298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFORMERS RULES!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-5956191265772900130?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5956191265772900130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=5956191265772900130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/5956191265772900130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/5956191265772900130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2007/05/transformers.html' title='Transformers'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/RkygzkqbOYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KcdCl4MXP_U/s72-c/MovieOptimusSide1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-3097404655536933352</id><published>2007-05-07T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T03:42:37.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAMPIONS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a short post.&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/Rj4ufERQcZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GyvQBJdllhA/s1600-h/Manchester_United_FC.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/Rj4ufERQcZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GyvQBJdllhA/s320/Manchester_United_FC.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061534142467961234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/Rj4ue0RQcXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MLOQ_-PWWys/s1600-h/08_03_2006_epl_trophy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/Rj4ue0RQcXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MLOQ_-PWWys/s320/08_03_2006_epl_trophy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061534138172993906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/Rj4ufERQcaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zyP-vgSUbU0/s1600-h/sp6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/Rj4ufERQcaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zyP-vgSUbU0/s320/sp6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061534142467961250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Champions of 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/Rj4ue0RQcYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/83YVxqMqNY4/s1600-h/fa-cup_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/Rj4ue0RQcYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/83YVxqMqNY4/s320/fa-cup_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061534138172993922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One down, one more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory, Glory Manchester United.&lt;br /&gt;Down with Chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S : Told you this would be a short post. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19601025-3097404655536933352?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3097404655536933352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=3097404655536933352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/3097404655536933352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/3097404655536933352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2007/05/champions.html' title='CHAMPIONS!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCkKcTnWC3M/Rj4ufERQcZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GyvQBJdllhA/s72-c/Manchester_United_FC.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-375718059862086921</id><published>2007-04-29T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:43:58.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody funny video! A MUST WATCH!</title><content type='html'>Hey people!!&lt;br /&gt;I found this video on YouTube and it's hilarious!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Watch it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ggg0bsUfLBk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ggg0bsUfLBk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-375718059862086921?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/375718059862086921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=375718059862086921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/375718059862086921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/375718059862086921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2007/04/bloody-funny-video-must-watch.html' title='Bloody funny video! A MUST WATCH!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-117575924954913302</id><published>2007-04-05T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T16:48:35.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOI!! LATTE WITH NO SUGAR, LESS CREAM, A LITTLE CARAMEL AND LOTSA COCOA POWDER PLEASE!</title><content type='html'>In reference to the above, I guess you guys must have figured out by now that I'm working.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's far from being a secretary or even a kuli.&lt;br /&gt;LOLz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, at first I thought it would be that when I was first offered the job. But, it seems that Production Assistant ain't that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a Production Assistant (Intern) for Double Vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll continue this soon. My colleague(WAH!!! I can call people I work with that!!) wants to use the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall continue this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*UPDATE* (9/4/07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my work has been limited to photostating work, filing, writing out questionnaires, distributing release forms and collecting back and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more important work that I've to do myself would be playing Solitaire till GAWD knows when, Spider Solitaire when I can't seem to finish a game of Solitaire to feel smug that I've actually completed one game, the odd Pinball game that I can only achieve a high score of 527,580 and no more. Also not forgetting the times when I had to read the novel I brought from home just to keep myself occupied and not trying to fall asleep like Mr. Wei Yung on my left at this very moment(Not like I haven't fallen asleep before...hehe). LOLz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaps!&lt;br /&gt;That basically sums up my work I've done from Monday to Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Monday again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the view from my office is quite nice. We're situated just above the main entrance of the building so we can more or less see who comes in and go out. Also, we can always take note and watch our cars from above as the MBPJ officers make their rounds. Hehe... Oh! And Marion drives a BMW 3-series!!! How cool is that!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, the Channel [V] office and studio are all in the same building. (Okay, at least the office) The studio is actually behind the office building in a, well, studio. So far the VJ's I've seen coming in and out are Marion on Monday where I also spotted her eating in a coffee shop we were having our lunch in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today(9/4), I saw the ever beautiful and gorgeous and Luvalicious and droolicious Sarah Tan and of course she looks more of a white girl in person. But a pretty one at that. Wei Yung and I were coming out from the back of the building using the stairs and got out of the building when we saw Sarah walking out of the studio and towards the office building. She glanced at me!!! WOOT!!!! *I know, I know, I'm freaking out. But she is gorgeous!!! You'd have to give her that!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, not far behind us when we were coming down was none other than Dominic Lau, who hosts I don't know what programme in [V] but I saw him on the Oscar Red Carpet. Yeah, he was behind us when we were walking down the stairs. It took us a while to recognise him though, probably 'cos he looks more well-build in person and taller. Anyhoo, Dominic's just Dominic and he ain't a lady/girl/woman, so there's nothing much to say about him. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I admire beautiful people for them being just beautiful people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! The Crew for the Reality TV Show that I'm working in :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I get on that, it's called Carrefour Duniaku. The show Wei Yung and I will be working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's a list of people whom we're currently working with :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Director : Low Ngai Yuen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She's fantastic to work with or at least so far. Hehe, I'm just entering my second week of internship so it's too early to tell. But the signs are good. She's bloody energetic, very enthusiastic, and a very animated person. Of course, she can be a tad bit sarcastic at times but then again, it's all good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assistant Director : Along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLz! Yes, he's name ain't Along. It's just his nickname that we're all calling him. I don't know how he got that nick though. But it seems like it's a nice fit anyway. Heh, he often makes really ridiculous random lines. Like Wei Yung can somehow be now known as Wong Fei Hung. LOLz! A terrific guy to work with as he's like the class clown of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unit Production Manager : Low Wai Yean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lovely lass here is our supervisor and one who'll be dealing with us in all manner concerning our internship. Oh, and she's the UPM as well. And no, she's not related to Ngai Yuen in anyway. Or at least not to our knowledge as of yet. She's a very sweet and nice boss. And caring. She takes the time to tell us what we need to know. The production know-hows and the like. Basically, she's like very nice la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Production Assistant : Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle's a very nice and hardworking girl. You really got to admire her for the way she approaches her work. Full dedication and commitment. She was working for long periods of time when given the job to do and her workrate is basically damn good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Production Assistant : Rizal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice chap who's a Liverpool supporter. Which is the only downside to me. Eternal rivals. Hehe. But he's very nice and very accomodating to Wei Yung and I for helping us out with our internship. Well, we are learning on the job and he's been really helpful with us. Really hardworking, he was with Michelle the whole time to complete the "rundown" (a.k.a schedule for the shooting period) and at the end of the day, when they presented it to Ngai Yuen, she was happy. LOLz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Production Assistant : Wei Yung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to say la..this fella is the guy I'm doing my internship with. We're from the same college and course and basically. I dare quote from him "Talking crap I'm number one". Like last Wednesday(I think), we were heading to our usual chinese coffee shop for lunch when we passed by a car wash that didn't have a lot of customers that has the name "KSG Car Wash". The next thing he said was, "KSG ar, Ketiak Sangat Gatal! That's why la no one go! Cos KSG what!"&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, my response?&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Production Assistant : Meng Kheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome, cool, macho. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, the list of people who are currently on board the whole production. We're basically the production team who'll see the whole thing through from start to finish. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a word of caution. This blog does not update frequently. Therefore, don't expect another post in less than 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-117575924954913302?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/117575924954913302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=117575924954913302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/117575924954913302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/117575924954913302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2007/04/hoi-latte-with-no-sugar-less-cream.html' title='HOI!! LATTE WITH NO SUGAR, LESS CREAM, A LITTLE CARAMEL AND LOTSA COCOA POWDER PLEASE!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-117501964875731338</id><published>2007-03-28T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T02:21:43.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSFORMERS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7-4-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the Boeing airplane that can seat 400 people?&lt;br /&gt;The only plane with the swollen head?&lt;br /&gt;What does it have to do with Transformers?&lt;br /&gt;What does that number have to do with the title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks for a while*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that number synonymous with Uncle Sam's Birthday?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it is on the 4th of July..&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, right and wrong people!!!&lt;br /&gt;It IS UNCLE SAM'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;It IS the number to the Boeing 747 plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you are right on those 2 accounts...&lt;br /&gt;However, those are nothing when it comes to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;747 is July 4th 2007, the day when Transformers reveal themselves to us!!!&lt;br /&gt;The day the Earth quivers in fear when Megatron is released from his Earthly prison.&lt;br /&gt;And it will be the day when Optimus Prime will ride in with his oh-so-gay flames on his body to save our asses from being handed on a silver platter to Megatron.&lt;br /&gt;(Forget the flames part, oh wait..oh hell with it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people!!! Transformers are finally getting the respect they deserve by being made into a live-action movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Props to ya!!&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Michael Bay who previously helmed Armageddon, Pearl Harbour, The Island.&lt;br /&gt;It is expected to be an explosive(literally) action film and basically just&lt;br /&gt;GIANT F**KING ROBOTS COMING TO DESTROY US!!&lt;br /&gt;Or protect us, whichever way you want to see, it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/1600/471353/OPT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/320/646022/OPT.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Optimus Prime.&lt;br /&gt;The leader of the Autobots.&lt;br /&gt;The Protector of Humanity.&lt;br /&gt;Friend to humans.&lt;br /&gt;Loved and adored by many.&lt;br /&gt;Feared and hated by few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/1943/1600/MEG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/320/817176/MEG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megatron.&lt;br /&gt;Leader of the Decepticons.&lt;br /&gt;Manipulative and Destroyer of All.&lt;br /&gt;Loved and adored by no one.&lt;br /&gt;Hated and feared by many including his own soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle for Earth begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;747&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this will be the date that changes the face of the Hollywood Box Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth will be consumed by the Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T fear it, embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Become one.&lt;br /&gt;&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/19601025-117501964875731338?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/117501964875731338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=117501964875731338&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/117501964875731338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/117501964875731338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2007/03/transformers.html' title='TRANSFORMERS!!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-117265770918968632</id><published>2007-02-28T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T18:15:09.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Condolences</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've the gravest news.&lt;br /&gt;Elle, who's just turned 4.&lt;br /&gt;Was finally laid to rest in her final resting place.&lt;br /&gt;May God bless her for what she's been through this past few months.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a turbulent and uneasy time for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, she caught just a minor viral infection.&lt;br /&gt;The doctors treated her and said she'll recover in no time.&lt;br /&gt;It was nothing serious. We all breathed a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after her recovery, about a month later, she suffered what would be a mortal blow to her body. She had a stroke and went into coma.&lt;br /&gt;One wouldn't have thought that such a thing will occur at one so young of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went into coma for about 5 days before she woke up.&lt;br /&gt;When she did, there was rejoice...but... we knew she wasn't the same again.&lt;br /&gt;She could not respond verbally other than blink very weakly.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much just to see her in this condition.&lt;br /&gt;She tried to smile a lot to ease our pain but we could see the pain in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The stream of dried tears that she shed every time we went to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew, that her time... would soon end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pained us to no end, but it was inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;We knew this was coming, we tried taking this in our stride, but every time we tried, every time we looked at her eyes, the feeling of loss grew and never faded away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a matter of when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be before the New Year, during Chinese New Year, or anytime within those few months.&lt;br /&gt;The doctors diagnosed her and her organs were failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's suffering from multiple organs failure.&lt;br /&gt;One by one, her organs were shutting down.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, she had to be put on life support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all on stand by to prepare for the inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;All her friends came to visit her.&lt;br /&gt;From ones not seen for years to ones whom she just recently met and touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year, the time for celebration was replaced by a time of worry and everyone who knew her couldn't follow through with the customary exchange of ang pows nor tossing of "yee sang". We knew that in the back of our minds, we can never have peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day of Chinese New Year, she passed.&lt;br /&gt;Her life support flat-lined.&lt;br /&gt;The very last moments she spent on Earth was alone.&lt;br /&gt;Her loved one who was with her the whole time, was in the washroom just before she passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears of sorrow and death flowed through the day and lasted through the night.&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to accept...She was so beautiful and to be robbed of her life at the prime of her life.&lt;br /&gt;It was heart-breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many broke free and wept openly. For we all knew, we were all sharing the same pit of misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it was great knowing her.&lt;br /&gt;She was a great companion, friend and partner.&lt;br /&gt;No one had a bad thing to say about her.&lt;br /&gt;She was the only one willing to provide company when working through the night.&lt;br /&gt;She never once complained.&lt;br /&gt;Her mere presence was good enough to calm down and motivation to complete whatever work that was given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shall be remembered on this very day, 22nd of February 2007.&lt;br /&gt;The day, when an angel left us to be one with the Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved computer.&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/19601025-117265770918968632?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/117265770918968632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=117265770918968632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/117265770918968632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/117265770918968632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-condolences.html' title='My Condolences'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-116969480202898996</id><published>2007-01-25T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T11:13:22.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Harlo people! Here's a 'lil something I just learnt in class! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people. I'm still in my college's comp lab but I can't wait to show this to you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My masterpiece!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/1600/741334/Untitled-4%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/400/888964/Untitled-4%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Tada!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it's nothing much! But look at how fired up Manchester United is! It's unbelievable!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is how determined and how passionate Manchester United is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This resembles the spirit of the club! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something you can never get with the likes of the Blues where it's sole purpose is to entertain the lonely Roman "Billionaire" Abramovich!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This embodies the whole history of the club!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where can you get this kind of passion? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not Arsenal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not Liverpool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not Barcelona!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But MANCHESTER UNITED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on everybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND THE REDS GO MARCHING ON ON ON!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciaoz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-116969480202898996?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/116969480202898996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=116969480202898996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116969480202898996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116969480202898996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2007/01/fire.html' title='FIRE!!!!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-116965864736236577</id><published>2007-01-25T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T01:10:47.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I KNOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty lazy recently...Not to mention my REALLY bad time management.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for the long period of absence.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is now in my nature to abandon my blog for long periods of time, but I want to blog! There's so much things for me to tell but sometimes even words alone cannot express it! (and laziness plays a big role too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I shall update you a bit on my life at the moment. Right now I'm in my Semester 6 of my Diploma programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final semester before practical training. As this is a short semester, everything is cramped together so that they can boot us out of college earlier and grind fresh meat a.k.a school leavers. Hehe.. I will surely miss the time spent with my fellow college mates! It was one helluva time! Two years is gonna pass in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, right now we'll have to struggle to get up early for 8 o'clock classes, not that I have any less trouble in that department already.  =P Tell me it's an 8am class and I'll wake up at 7.30 and I'll leave the house just before 8 which means I'll reach college somewhere around 8.30 to 8.40 being the most common timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about being fashionably late, I always have a way of making an entrance for myself, either I stumble on something, or almost hitting the pillar or skidding my shoe on the tile by accident. LOLz! Nothing new in that department though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else eh? Oh! I'm now driving my brother's Waja! Courtesy of him being sent off to Bintulu to work on a project that's only due to finish this May! YEAY! I've got the car for 5 bloody months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... of course I miss my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's da bomb! LOLz!  Er...that didn't come out right. Er.. anywayz! yeay! The only problem with the car is that it drinks petrol like a fish! I mean, damn! RM50 can only squeeze out a max of 270km!&lt;br /&gt;And that's really PUSHING it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say average of about 260km la... I mean when I was driving my sister's Kelisa, it would take in RM60 worth of petrol and you can still drive around up till 420km! See the difference? Well, it's really burning a hole in my pocket now seeing as to how my allowance is still pretty much the same as when I did not have the car. Sigh, guess I won't be able to go all impulsive on my spending. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, I wanna work!!! but part-time la...cos I'm still studying! Any recommendations?!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to apply for the Hitz.fm's Ford Ranger Cruisers! They're in need of some lovely chap like me to increase their crew size(I'm talking about numbers, not physically)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do it just send in my resume and hope they'll call me in for an interview and then attend a 1-week training! Sounds easy eh? LOLz! Now all I have to do is wait in line along with the other people who wants to apply for the job too!!! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, anyone has "Borat : Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's the title!! It's that long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, it's supposedly one of the funniest movies of 2006. And I hope I wasn't conned, cause critics can tend to be a bit off their minds! Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I'm so sorry for not providing any photos at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, mate!&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/19601025-116965864736236577?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/116965864736236577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=116965864736236577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116965864736236577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116965864736236577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-know.html' title='I KNOW!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-116767010722743734</id><published>2007-01-02T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:48:27.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>Technically, I shoulda wished Happy New Year 2 days before(it's now 2nd January 2007) but what the heck! We're just 2 days into the New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, shall I start with the New Year's Resolutions like most people would do? Nah. Don't think I would do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, I am gonna write about what I hope will HAPPEN in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Manchester United&lt;/span&gt; to win the treble again! (This means the Premiership, Champions League and FA Cup. Not that impossible to achieve, yeah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The whole &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MU&lt;/span&gt; squad gets knighted for winning the treble and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Sir Alex Ferguson&lt;/span&gt; to be crowned King for achieving the impossible feat of winning 2 trebles in a manager's lifetime! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To finally get a break into the Malaysian performing arts industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Mr. Geee Double-u Bush&lt;/span&gt; to be officially recognized as part of the ape family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I get to meet the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Manchester United&lt;/span&gt; players when they are in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I will be able to get my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Diploma&lt;/span&gt; should nothing stand in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Malaysia to finally acknowledge the fact that we're screwing ourselves in the arse rather than making any decent progress towards achieving &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Vision&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Jose Mourinho&lt;/span&gt; to be hit by a bus while walking to a grocery store to pick up some more food for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Fat Frank&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. To be able to fly to Australia to complete my whole degree there rather than a twinning programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A world where conflicts would be resolved through diplomatic means rather than pointing a gun at each other and hoping the other would submit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my Top 10 things that I hope will happen and some of them may be a bit far-fetched but then again...it doesn't hurt to wish... Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy year 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is after all, 2-double-oh-7 which can probably mean the year of 2 James Bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the last sentence, it was quite random. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-116767010722743734?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/116767010722743734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=116767010722743734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116767010722743734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116767010722743734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-116516801451049535</id><published>2006-12-04T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T05:45:05.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swensen's Special</title><content type='html'>Okay! After much much delay,  I've finally found the time to actually blog about a night that happened more than &lt;s&gt;2 weeks&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt; a month ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My humbles apologies as I got the photos in quite late and coupled with the fact that I had my finals for the semester! Followed on by parties after parties and parties. Then there were trips that I seriously needed to unwind and reflect the year gone by.&lt;br /&gt;YEAY! I'm finally all-cleared to actually update me blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes! Getting back to the nite, it was a planned nite where a group of friends were gathered in Swensen's SS2 to have a special farewell "earthquake" for our dear Angela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/1600/601369/-%20earthQuake%20speciaL%20-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/320/792823/-%20earthQuake%20speciaL%20-.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 'earthquake' specially for Angela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Needless to say, I was my usual self. I came late. I have to admit I was pretty worn out that day. Rushing from one place to another, managed to come back home to catch a quick nap before dashing out again for the farewell. Heh, anywayz back to the 'earthquake'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/1600/426987/-%20yum%20yum%20cherrY%20-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/320/86549/-%20yum%20yum%20cherrY%20-.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course, whenever you have girls around, the camera becomes their best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/1600/317249/lee%20san...LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/320/416157/lee%20san...LOL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KL beggars : Accepts nothing less than RM50 as you might have noticed. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/1600/735216/da%20cuteY%20MK...LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/320/200834/da%20cuteY%20MK...LOL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Er, I seriously had no idea what got into me to do that. Then again, it was fun! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/1600/266941/da%20invited%20ones....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/320/92261/da%20invited%20ones....jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 'family'(L-R: Choon Yong, Lee San, Alvin, Kimberly, Meng, Sumitha) minus the all-important "mother"(Angela) who's behind the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/1600/915037/meng%20kheng%20acting%20cute...LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/320/330367/meng%20kheng%20acting%20cute...LOL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, even the smartest of people are prone to acts of stupidity. This is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/1600/266550/%7E%20MK_CY_AL%20%7E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/320/205243/%7E%20MK_CY_AL%20%7E.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;men&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; boys in the family. With yours sincerely stoning after the oh-so-pleasurable Earthquake. Note : Almost every photo in this post has a Swensen's logo one way or another. In this case, bottom-right corner... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/1600/954933/acting%20cool...LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/320/903266/acting%20cool...LOL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pictures paint a thousand words, and a thousand lies. This, has no meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/1600/49966/promoting%20SWESENS...LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/320/399439/promoting%20SWESENS...LOL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We really LOVE Swensen's, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/1600/692622/ambassadOrs%20of%20Swatch....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/320/614006/ambassadOrs%20of%20Swatch....jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swatch ambassadors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/1600/476295/a%20lil%20sugar%20n%20pepper%20will%20make%20it%20taste%20better...LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/320/311899/a%20lil%20sugar%20n%20pepper%20will%20make%20it%20taste%20better...LOL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another random photo with the whole group together. Note: We were all sober. Drinks were just water. It may have been spiked though. Heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Swensen's, we headed over to 1U where we decided to go for bowling as well as a few rounds of Daytona(Never fail to amuse us with our horrible driving). The night was about to come to an end when Choon Yong lost his ticket and had to walk all the way back to the old wing to meet the security guard and sort things out. Took about an hour, thanks to the security guard's "hospitality" or lack of it. Sigh, either way, he had to pay up RM20 as a deposit if he manages to find the ticket within 24 hours, failing to do so will result in the loss of the RM20 to the security guard's pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, while we were waiting for them to return, I decided to "test" my parking skills and parked as close as possible to Choon Yong's car. The result : Picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/1600/673435/dat%20was%20a%20real%20close%20wan...%20LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/320/623476/dat%20was%20a%20real%20close%20wan...%20LOL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L : Choon Yong's Kancil. R : Me(Really, it's Mum's) Corrolla. The distance/closeness was about 2cm or less?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehe.. you decide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.... just a taste of what's to come in the following post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/1600/386813/Yohanes%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2125/1943/320/951448/Yohanes%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My "tribe"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-116516801451049535?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/116516801451049535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=116516801451049535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116516801451049535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116516801451049535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/12/swensens-special.html' title='Swensen&apos;s Special'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-116455238368808790</id><published>2006-11-26T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:46:23.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates are ON THE WAY!</title><content type='html'>Hang on tight people!&lt;br /&gt;The next update will be soon, I promise you!&lt;br /&gt;It's been a lil' hard getting the photos from my friend since she's got no more classes and I've got no more classes.&lt;br /&gt;However, since our papers are starting tomorrow...I would hopefully be able to get it off her for just a day and upload it to my computer and then post it up for my blog!&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry people!&lt;br /&gt;I know you're all sick with the three tag post in a row but it's all I can do for now because I'm currently "uninspirasi" therefore I need that post to freshen things up again...hehe&lt;br /&gt;Till next time folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-116455238368808790?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/116455238368808790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=116455238368808790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116455238368808790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116455238368808790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/11/updates-are-on-way.html' title='Updates are ON THE WAY!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-116430110790626112</id><published>2006-11-24T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T00:58:27.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I that uninspirasi? YES I AM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In  your room do u have:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Condoms: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;What am I? 6? Oh wait..condoms? Nah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Lamp: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yeap, lamp from Ikea. Still waiting for the lava lamp though. *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Cell phone:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yeah. It's a Motorola V3. Not the latest model though. It was the first generation that started it all! Speaking of V3. Go back to my old post and read &lt;a href="http://http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-love.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Chair/stool: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I've a chair that I do everything on it! Even *ahem* sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Book shelf: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My book shelf is more of a workstation actually..it's a book shelf, computer table and dresser all in one! LOLz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Dresser: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Refer to above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Computer/laptop: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yes. To not have a computer in my room is like not having skin on my body. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Bean bag: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Don't have one. I barely have enough space for another person to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Pictures: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;They are all stored somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Mirror: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yeah, most definitely. I love staring at myself. I'm beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Skateboard: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Me no extreme person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Bed: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So that's what it's for? I've been sleeping on the floor for months! THANKS.FOR.THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Clothes on the  floor: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I've a laundry basket...therefore no clothes on the floor. Clothes on the floor means one thing...spoilt! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Plastic  flamingo: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I do have a lawn actually. Oh wait! I can't believe I forgot to tell you! I have a garden in my bedroom!&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Surfboard: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My room is seriously small. If I have a surfboard then might as well give the room to it instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Smoke  detector: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Me smoking is like me rejecting a call to play football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Piano/keyboard/guitar/bass/drums: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;have kapuk guitar! bought for RM65 and still functioning! have drumsticks though. Computer is my number one priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Locking door: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Defo. If I don't, I'll get people using MY toilet all the time. You see, my room's got an attached bathroom(all to myself! wippee!) on the ground floor and is located next to the kitchen. damn strategic eh? I know, I am a bloody genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Bottle of  water: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Two 1 litre bottles. and an aerosol can should you wish to know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;A  blacklight:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; I don't leave my *stains* around my room, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Medals/ribbons: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yeaps, a couple of them with the latest(debate gold medal) being proudly displayed right in front of everyone's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Awards: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;around the house. not in my room though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Sports  equipment: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I've footie socks, shin pads, ankle guards, and tiny juggling balls(OH  YOU DIRTY DIRTY PERSON! HOW COULD YOU!) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;CDs: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Not having a CD in the room is like acknowledging that Mr. President is not an ape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Hidden bottles  of liquor:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Liquor? what for? My whole family drinks, though not excessively therefore they're all stored in my mum's room! LOLz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Flag: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I've a ball with MU's logo on it. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Paintball gun: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The only gun I have in my room is my *ahem*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Real Gun: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nah. For what? the world's such a safe place now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Cigarettes: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ciggies, no. Zippo, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Candle: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nada..my room's in such a mess that if there was a candle in it, it'd be running away because of the messiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Books: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Definitely. I larve reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Nintendo: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nah. Ain't a BIG platform fan. that's why the PC's in my room! Oh and PC's in other bedrooms as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Game Cube: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;refer to above question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Xbox: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Bike: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I don't ride bikes. I drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Stereo: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Stereo's are like so yesterday! We have RADIO's in our room now! LOLz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Television: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;PLanning to get one and a DVD player and hang it on the wall and maybe even considering extending the astro cable to my room so i can watch MU from the comfort of my room! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Lighter: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Zippo, yes. Got it from renault pit party! WOO-HOO! TIESTO ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Your mom:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Why on earth is she in my room anywayz? I wouldn't mind Hannah Tan and Jessica Alba being in my room though. *big big HUGE grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Gum:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wrigley's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;How many  windows do you have in ur room? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Three, plus a small  one in my toilet, four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;What is the  color of your walls? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Plain white.. Boring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Hardwood  floor, tile, or carpet? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Black Tiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you get  ready for the day in your room or thebathroom? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Both, me got attached bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;What color is  your bed sheets? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;What's on your  walls? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I've the air-cond remote control, posters, calendar,mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you have  any animals in your room? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Am I not an animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Has the  opposite sex been in your room before? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I think so. But less than 10 I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;You tag? 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YES I AM!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-116291868331442763</id><published>2006-11-08T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T01:08:11.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT AGAIN! YES AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;1  What bothers you right now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;If I'm given an opportunity, would I know&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that it's an opportunity and take it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;2 Do  you find guys with long chins sexy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm straight, thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;3  What was your dream last night ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Went to a party, was having fun then birthday girl receives a letter from a friend,  who will not be attending the party because i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will be/ was already&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;4  What is your greatest fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Opportunity. I fear I may never be able to realise my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;5  What was the best thing that happened to you this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Waking up early for 2 consecutive days. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;6  What are you planning to do this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Futsal, then watching football, then sleep, then church, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt; futsal again! then watching football again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;7  What can you promise to the one you love the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I can promise that I cannot be in a relationship nor return the love because I do not want to carry any baggage while pursuing my dream. Only when I've fulfilled my dream will I then ponder on the possibility of a relationship. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;8  What will you wish for if you had a genie ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;To give me an opportunity to pursue what I really want to pursue. Rather than wishing for the dream, I would rather just have that one chance to pursue it rather than achieving it without the journey. Life's about the journey, not the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;9 Who  is the one you're thinking of right now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Honestly, it's God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;10  Who do you run to when you're down ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;God, football, futsal, and my ever wonderful computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;11.You want ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;12  who was the last person you went out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ally, Predeep, Maggie, Run, Saras, Shaun, Aarun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;13  who will you call/text later ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;14  what completes your day ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Waking up early to actually have breakfast, getting to class early, paying attention in class and understanding what the lecturer has said, being able to play futsal or football everyday would just complete my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;15  who do you want to talk to right now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;No one. I like it the way it is for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- WHEN  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;16  when will you take a shower/bath?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Every morning when I wake up, and after I come back from college and especially after sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;17  when will you watch a movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Anytime of the day. But I would prefer Thursdays 'cos that's when all the latest movies open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;18.  When was the last time you fell in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Don't think I ever did if you mean in a physical relationship. If God, then it's 2001- current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;19  when was the last time you went out with your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Tuesday afternoon for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;20  When was the last time you said "i love you" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Never?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;21  When was the last time you read a book ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Currently reading a magazine. PC Gamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;22  When was the last time you asked for help ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Last week for Mass Media Law presentation. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;23  When was the last time you kissed your bf/gf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Never been kissed by TAN MENG KHENG! (Drew Barrymore had to withdraw 'cos I am the REAL DEAL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;24  When did you last receive a gift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I think it was on my birthday. Philee gave me the card and teddy bear. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;25 Do  you easily get attracted to the opposite sex ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yeah, I suppose. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;26 Do  you get jealous easily ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- MISC  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;27  Anybody in love with you right now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I've no idea. Will someone who's in love with me right now please stand up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;28  Want to get married ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;29  Are you serious when it comes to relationships ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yeah, but not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;30  Are you afraid of commitments ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Definitely. Especially things that have to do with L-O-V-E. I'd rather commit myself to a last-ditch tackle  that could potentially injure me to prevent a goal instead. Or anything else but LOVE. I'm commitment-phobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;31 Do  actions speak louder than words ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Definitely. Body language will always betray you when your words say otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;32  How can you tell if a person loves you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Not a clue. Sorry, can't help you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;33  Are you good in handling relationships?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Dunno. Never been in one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;34  Are you willing to give everything ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Give everything to make sure my team wins? DEFINITELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;35 Do  you demand your loved one to change into something that pleases  you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;No. Love someone for who they are. Not for who they could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;36  Would you let go of someone you love ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Definitely. If it ain't happening, don't force it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;37 Is  sex important in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yeah. But marriage comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;38  What is the major reason of a break up ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Anything. Even the simplest thing like not being able to spot the new hairdo can spell the end of a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;39  Most important ingredients in a relationship ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;God, Trust, Time, Sacrifice. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;40  One thing you like about love ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;It can make or break you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;42 is  your heart broken , beating , or taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Damn sure it's beating! Otherwise you would be attending my funeral service rather than reading this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;43  you tag :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Edmund (you gotta update man!)&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Teoh (random)&lt;br /&gt;Run (dunno! 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YES AGAIN!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-116291521735607753</id><published>2006-11-07T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T00:15:27.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guten TAG! Yousa IT!</title><content type='html'>Name 11 people you can think of right off the top of your head. Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 11 people. This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first. NO CHEATING!! At the end of this, chose 5 people to do this. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Krys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Chun Yuen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Randy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Sin Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Triona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Kayrun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Philee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Caryn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Jenhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Well. You did ask for random.&lt;br /&gt;So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did you meet 10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Met Caryn one day in college through a friend and went for lunch together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you do if you had never met 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I would never know what shy and quiet really mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you do if 6 and 2 dated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Chun Yuen and Maggie? er..i'm guessing it would be quite a one-sided thing. CY doing most of the talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever seen 4 cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;If i recall correctly it would be when the UPSR results were announced and he cried! Can't remember if it was sad or happy tears though..:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think 1 is cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Cute? She's MY Miss Sexy you know! LOLz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell me something about number 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;He's Beckham. He's kaypo. He's jenhan. He's everyone. He's no one. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you know 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;College! The real nutter in class! LOLz! and one of the most random person i've met! Fun to be with especially after a couple of drinks! even MORE random!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you ever go on a date with number 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;And risk being decapitated by number 4? I don't think so. LOLz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's 7's favourite colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Red? or Black! TRI! What's yer fav. color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you do if 6 confessed they liked you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Maggie? hmm...wouldn't know! oh well...there's always a first time for everything! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact about number 9:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Philee....Pink is her middle name. There'll always be a hint of pink on her all the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is 4 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;no. 4 is going out with no. 5. SERIOUS! which is why when i thought of randy instantly it shifts to sin ying right after that! they're like inseparable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is number 5 to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Mrs. Chew Beng Han, Randy! LOLz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you ever live with 11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Jenhan? I would be terrified of him snapping photos of me in the toilet and posting it on his blog with the caption : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; emkay mandi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is 2 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where does 7 live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Somewhere in Taman Sea? I know it's around that area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think about 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;One of my best friends, funny, never one to shy away from a challenge, someone you would have next to you during a war!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the best thing about number 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;It'll never be boring because her bouts of randomness will definitely cheer things up. No matter how awkward it may be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you like about number 10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;She's uber-friendly. Or at least when she was still in college la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favourite memory with 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads. Would probably say our trip to pick &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Randy&lt;/span&gt; up, then mamak near our place, then to Ampang to pick &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aiman&lt;/span&gt; up, then mamak at a nearby place in Ampang, then head to Kajang, then TURNED back cos &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Randy&lt;/span&gt; had to go back, then mamak again, then got spotted by the police when we were parked at a hill near our place, then to Ampang to drop &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aiman&lt;/span&gt; back home and then only going back and reaching home at 6.30am when he has yet to get his driver's license in CNY eve 2005. I would say it's one of the best memories with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Randy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Chun Yuen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aiman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 5 random persons TAGGED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Krys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Jenhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Triona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Cnigel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Wai Yip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-116291521735607753?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/116291521735607753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=116291521735607753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116291521735607753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116291521735607753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/11/guten-tag-yousa-it.html' title='Guten TAG! Yousa IT!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-116231310193032743</id><published>2006-11-01T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T00:45:40.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aluminium FALCON! BEWARE! LOLz!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, whilst going through some videos on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;youtube.com&lt;/a&gt;, I stumbled onto this video. DAMN FUNNY WEI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans of Star Wars, it's a must watch!&lt;br /&gt;Fans of LOTR, er.. watch if you're really bored!&lt;br /&gt;Trekkies, go back and watch reruns of Captain Kirk and Spock or whateva their names!&lt;br /&gt;To the rest of you, just enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3y91RRfDlG4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3y91RRfDlG4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-116231310193032743?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/116231310193032743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=116231310193032743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116231310193032743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116231310193032743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/11/aluminium-falcon-beware-lolz.html' title='Aluminium FALCON! BEWARE! LOLz!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-116178166170527561</id><published>2006-10-25T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T21:07:41.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was walking and you were there.</title><content type='html'>I was walking and you were there&lt;br /&gt;I stood on my tracks staring&lt;br /&gt;Emotions ran afoul for all to see&lt;br /&gt;I was Pretend while you were there&lt;br /&gt;"You were never there" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking and you were there&lt;br /&gt;Alas, it was not to be&lt;br /&gt;You saw me and greeted me&lt;br /&gt;Left me with nothing but to answer&lt;br /&gt;"Hi" while emotions boiled inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking and you were there&lt;br /&gt;Mouthing those three words&lt;br /&gt;Changed my world so fast&lt;br /&gt;Melting the heart&lt;br /&gt;That has gone cold for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking and you were there&lt;br /&gt;We were there, standing&lt;br /&gt;Together as one for all around to stare&lt;br /&gt;Let them stare while we enjoy&lt;br /&gt;The warm embrace of two into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking and you were there&lt;br /&gt;Indeed a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;Mouthing the words&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry" made me more than I am&lt;br /&gt;Held long in the prison of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking and you were there&lt;br /&gt;Lo! A dream it only was&lt;br /&gt;Those three words lost&lt;br /&gt;As real as that could be&lt;br /&gt;It was only in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eM-Kay&lt;br /&gt;25/10/06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-116178166170527561?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/116178166170527561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=116178166170527561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116178166170527561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116178166170527561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-walking-and-you-were-there.html' title='I was walking and you were there.'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-116172465918546321</id><published>2006-10-25T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T05:23:40.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Deeparaya!</title><content type='html'>Howdy people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with great pleasure for me to wish my fellow readers who celebrate Deepavali and Hari Raya Aidilfitri a great er..well..Happy Deepavali and Happy Hari Raya! (the latter was intended, I knew it's gonna sound funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now, it is so nice to actually realise that I actually get a proper week off for the festive week(technically it's supposed to be from Friday to Wednesday, but whatever). You see, before this, I actually had another 1 week off at the end of September BUT that was for my mid-semester exams. Hehe, and to make things better, I only had one paper and had the rest of the week off though at that time I thought I was already having my mid-semester break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came this! I initially thought it would be just 5 days of holiday BUT upon checking the semester handout, this is my mid-semester break! HURRRAY!!!!! *pops cheapest champagne available*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Awkward silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Realises no one is around 'cept the computer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT, getting back to where I stopped, Happy Deeparaya to all! I love the fact that I can EAT such tasty and yummy food! You see, for Deepavali(it was 5 days ago, but still worth mentioning), my father received an invitation from a friend of his to come for her open house and yours sincerely definitely would not want to miss such a generous invitation especially when it comes to food, and Indian food at that! Of course, her mother actually prepared the food, she's(my father's friend) just in-charge of the invitations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She served delicious, tender mutton curry that was not too spicy but had a lot of flavor! The mutton was lean and not like your usual mamak or indian restaurant where the mutton cubes are usually lined with fat and best of all. It was well-prepared and the meat was well-cooked. It wasn't tough and it wasn't too chewy until it makes you think it was only half-cooked. It was perfect! When you have your first taste, the burst of flavor was so incredible along with the tender mutton that you can't help thinking "this is the best mutton curry I've tried." Truly, a very very talented cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rendang ayam &lt;/span&gt;(for Deepavali?) where it was different from any I've tried. Upon asking, it was actually her own recipe! Of course, being a cook, she would never reveal her secret ingredient but I can tell you for sure that it's WAY better than your average &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rendang ayam&lt;/span&gt;. You could actually taste the incredible mix of all the spices blended together that is so rich in flavor. You know most of the time when you go for mamaks or your nearest Malay restaurants, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rendang ayam&lt;/span&gt; they serve would usually taste very boring and while the salt may just be right, the taste of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rendang&lt;/span&gt; spices are almost non-existent, leaving nothing to savor but the chicken which will more often than not be a bit over-cooked which makes the chicken a bit dry and the flesh a bit hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her third dish, well, not really a third dish but rather chutney(an Indian form of condiments that you eat with your main dish). She prepared fresh raisin chutney which was something new to me. I mean, I have tasted lotsa chutneys but never raisin chutney before. Heh, so when I first had it, it was GOOD! I mean, I love it! It was sweet, but natural sweetness and although the main ingredient was raisin(duh!), it was good and really went well with the briyani rice(of which she prepared herself also)  and idli(Indian dumpling, or Indian "pau" for breakfast). It was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also prepared vegetables but they were the usual dish with one being the Indian mix salad(pineapple, cherry, cucumber, onions and the like) and the other the usual Chinese stir-fry vegetables(cauliflower, carrots, shredded shitake mushrooms). It was good though. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight was definitely the mutton curry, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rendang ayam&lt;/span&gt; and the raisin chutney. There may not be many dishes(about 5, excluding the briyani rice and idli), but the quality is definitely there. I wouldn't mind not having so many types of dishes so long as it's quality. Truth to tell, you can't find this anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True. Authentic. Indian. Food. (TAIF, not TGIF)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-116172465918546321?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/116172465918546321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=116172465918546321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116172465918546321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116172465918546321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-deeparaya.html' title='Happy Deeparaya!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-116110723456385744</id><published>2006-10-18T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:47:14.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SKIN!</title><content type='html'>GUYS! It's mah new skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! Not literally new skin! I didn't get a skin transplant, mind you(though I'm wondering if that's possible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, Welcome to my world! It will have everything from the funnies, to the emos, to the downright nonsense(more of this than the previous two).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just to give a new taste of how the new skin shall change the blog, we'll start with this. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://kaypopotamus.blogspot.com"&gt;kaypopotamus&lt;/a&gt; for helping me with this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/1943/1600/exiledbrother.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/1943/320/exiledbrother.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, before you get the wrong idea. This speech bubble was actually meant for kaypo. Hehe.. I just added the words for him. AND, I don't look like that, do I? I mean I do look more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; different than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till next time people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/19601025-116110723456385744?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/116110723456385744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=116110723456385744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116110723456385744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116110723456385744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-skin.html' title='NEW SKIN!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-116050892064449116</id><published>2006-10-11T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T03:53:20.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag! You're it! HAH!</title><content type='html'>Hello, after a long period of absence *again* I am now back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, due to certain pictures I've yet to come to my hands, I shall entertain you with one of the surveys that &lt;a href="http://princessofrandomness.blogspot.com"&gt;Krys a.k.a Ms. Sexy&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me with. Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Put your music player on shuffle. [ Err...Winamp boleh ka?!! ]&lt;br /&gt;2.) Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;o3.) Use the song title as the answer to the question.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Absolutely no cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI to people : I only have 942 whacked up songs in my iPod okay.&lt;br /&gt;1.) How am I feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Minnie Ripperton - Lovin' You. [ I love God. Period. ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Where will I get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Safri Duo - Played Alive [ Err...Yeay! I ain't getting married! I guess marriage will be played while I'm still alive! Or whatever that means...:P ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) What is my best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avril Lavigne - I'm with You [ Heh. That's cool man. I with you too. *strictly not &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;gay vibe&lt;/span&gt; you're getting now, best friends man!* ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) What is/was highschool like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celine Dion - Because You Love Me [ I guess MBSSKL loved me? LOL! I lap you too!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) What is the best thing about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eric Clapton - Tears In Heaven [ Err.... I guess I wouldn't recognize you? And I'm in Heaven? LOLz ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) How is today going to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chantal Kreviazuk - Leaving On A Jet Plane [ I'm leaving today! To dreamland, soon lar. Already gave my ticket to the counter already. :P ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bryan Adams - Please Forgive Me [ Erh. Who do I say it to? I don't think I offended anyone. Heh. ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) What song describes my parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mary Hopkins - Those Were The Days [ LOL. Damn appropriate wei! They really reminisce the good old days! ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) How is my life going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;John Denver - I'm Leaving On A Jet Plane [ LOL. I'm gonna miss everybody? Dunno! LOLz! Such luck to have two songs(though different singers) technically describing my life in this survey. :D ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mariah Carey - We Belong Together [ Yes!!!!! We belong together for eternity!  So die with me people! ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Benny Benassi - California Dreaming 2004(Remix) [ Err...*lost for words* ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) What do my friends really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben E. King - Stand By Me. [ Aww, I'm touched! Hehe! I hope I did stand by you one way or another at one point in time or another!! ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Safri Duo &amp;amp; Dido - You Take My Breath Away(DJ Tiesto Vocal Remix) [ LOL. I DO?!?!?! I mean, OF COURSE I DO! HAHA! *beams with pride* ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Safri Duo vs. Barthezz - Bass Beat [ Hehe...kinda true. 'Cos I feel really happy when I'm playing the bass and it's kinda addictive! I don't wanna stop! ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) What should I do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bryan Adams - When You Love Someone [ LOL! Kinda impossible! I'm not that kinda person! No room nor time for that 'cept God! ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Safri Duo - Magdalena [ I've no idea what it means. The song's some kinda African tribe singing in their own language and Safri Duo's percussions... LOLz! ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) What is some good advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Richard Marx - I Will Be Right Here Waiting For You [ Patience is the key to everything! LOLz! So WAIT! HAHA! ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) What do I think my current theme song is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shania Twain - You're Still The One [ No comment. ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) What does everyone else think my current life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow Patrol - Make This Go On Forever [ I hope that you guys mean it in a positive way! Heh! I can't be fat forever you know! :D ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) What type of men/women do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seal - Kiss From A Rose [ I've no idea what this means! LOLz!  Preferably one who gets a kiss from a rose? LOLz! Help me out here people! Decipher it for me please! ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow Patrol - In My Arms [ Huh? I suppose it'd be more logical if it actually says In My A**! LOLz! Again, help me people! ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) What should I do with my love life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Benny Benassi - Satisfaction [ Be satisfied with being single!? YEAY! Rejoice! Hehe, ain't healthy to get a love life! Just burns the hell outta ya and it takes commitment! Not for a commitment-phobia person like me! LOLz! ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) Where will you live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Safri Duo - Jungle Safari [ I can't live in a jungle! Technology is my oxygen! I ain't no Tarzan! NO!!!!!! ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) What will your dying words be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Safri Duo - Bongo Song [ LOLz! I suppose I'd love to hear my favourite song one last time! Hehe! ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) When I'm having sex I say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Righteous Brothers - Unchain Melody [ LOLz! YEAH! Unchain Melody! We ain't up for kinky sex! We up for threesome, baby! LOLz ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.) When I meet a guy/lady for the first time I say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Safri Duo Feat. Clark Anderson - All The People In The World [ All the people in the world and yet I've found you. *sly grin* ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.) When my parents are angry I say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bon Jovi - Thank You For Loving Me. [ Awww...Hehe! I think that would melt their hearts, wouldn't it? But I suppose that can only be done by ME! ^_^ ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tag :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Grace. Since you're under a bout of uninspiration! LOLz&lt;br /&gt;* Edmund! Just post it, otherwise you're a dead man!&lt;br /&gt;* cnigel. er...you lah!&lt;br /&gt;* Nekro. 'Cos you love to play with dead people! LOLz! Ain't healthy!&lt;br /&gt;* En. Period.Dot.Blank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-116050892064449116?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/116050892064449116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=116050892064449116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116050892064449116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/116050892064449116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/10/tag-youre-it-hah.html' title='Tag! You&apos;re it! HAH!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-115808027770220157</id><published>2006-09-12T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T00:57:57.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A small opening to the pink stuff I call brain.</title><content type='html'>You know, the past couple of days have been a real whirlwind for me. I don't know why but I think it's due to the fact that I may never be the same again. Of course, I mean it's nothing unusual that people change everyday and this may sound like your incessant self-pity ramblings of a hormonally-charged teenager but hear me out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realised a long time ago that the world is merciless. It came up to the point that any mistake made is scrutinized to its very core, analyzed, discussed, you name it. Mistakes that a world leader may make and the whole world would turn their eyes upon that one person and the next thing you know, the world media would then react by quoting their own leaders' opinions and sometimes even adding their own. Which at the end of the day, will continue on until someone else just as prominent if not more to make a mistake and the whole tide would shift there instead and the process repeats itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how about a scandal in Hollywood? Everyone loves a scandal to start the ball rolling. What do I mean by that? Well, what better way to meet up with your friends over a cup of coffee then to start gossipping about who's divorcing who in Tinseltown? This, I can assure you, would definitely get most people to get themselves reacquainted with their friends by starting a conversation over the latest scandal. This is especially hot among people who dreams and worship celebrities. Of course, given the oh-so-glamourous lives of the celebrities, people would definitely take more interest in them than your Prime Minister having his teh tarik in the mamak stall with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting a secret that your friend has probably shared with you and has made sure that you would take a cyanide tablet should someone forces that information out of you. BUT, the cyanide tablet would prove to be ineffective as it's just another vitamin C tablet and the next thing you know, you've shared it with another friend who happens to know the person you were just talking about. And soon, the circle gets bigger and everyone would know what happened. The process then begins albeit at a smaller scale and repeats itself until another scandal turns the corner and knocks everyone back with juicier stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking by now, "Ceh, just a post about people gossipping about each other only mah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this post is not just merely about people gossipping about each other. It's what's the meaning beneath this "gossipping" that I'm talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, funny right? But take a look around yourself. Don't we all at some point in time "discuss" about "current issues"? It's a bloody good debate I must admit, saying as to why would the government approve of this decision and such. But why is it that we discuss about such matters? Rhetorical eh? Let me answer it for you, it's our own opinions that we're throwing over at each other. But it still doesn't answer your initial question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does gossipping mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're actually discussing our insecurities. We're afraid of change. Don't you ever ask yourself after talking/discussing with someone that you wish you did not have said what you've just said for fear of making yourself look stupid? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK STUPID. Emphasis on those two words. That's change. Whenever you say something, people's opinions change about you. Sometimes they end up respecting you more, sometimes you lose their respect. It's never the same for long. It changes all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you must be saying now, if that's the case, I may as well employ a full-time PR officer to speak for me. That way, no one can think lowly of me and I'll always be looking good! True, but what's the point? Even the world's most powerful leaders are capable of screwing up with the best PR officers/agency behind their backs. You'll forever be spoilt and you'll never learn anything. You'll be incapable of living your life independently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is perfect, my friend. Everyone will always make mistakes. Everyone will always say something wrong. But through these, we learn and we grow to be a better person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to answer the question I've posted up earlier, what's gossipping about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is change. And it is also a time for the person to learn from their mistakes. Strange? But true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I've no idea what I'm writing about. Hopefully it makes sense! :P&lt;br /&gt;Just random scribbles that shows I'm capable of writing something extremely stupid or something extremely good. It depends. On.your.point.of.view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-115808027770220157?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/115808027770220157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=115808027770220157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/115808027770220157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/115808027770220157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/09/small-opening-to-pink-stuff-i-call.html' title='A small opening to the pink stuff I call brain.'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-115652945705145150</id><published>2006-08-26T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T02:15:47.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How un-Malaysian Are You?</title><content type='html'>With the upcoming Merdeka Celebrations just a couple of days away, I was going around doing my usual stuff(i.e, surfing,sleeping,etc.) until I stumbled on to this whilst reading Mayz's blog. Curious and always definitely want to find out about myself more, I decided to check out and answer the MCQ myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;Congratulations Tan Meng Kheng, you are 50% not Malaysian. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That means you're as Malaysian as...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kennysia.com/images/photos/20060824-3.jpg" width="307" height="400" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;Michelle Yeoh!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2006/08/how_unmalaysian.php"&gt;How Un-Malaysian Are You? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This effectively means I'm like Michelle Yeoh! OMG! Am I that feminine? Or effiminate? I mean I know I am like called Mr. Sexy for various reasons but me comparing myself to Michelle Yeoh? It's an insult! I can't believe that I'm being compared to a woman!!! I mean, compare me with Jimmy Choo or something! OR better yet, Brad Pitt(though I know he clearly has no ties nor connections whatsoever with Malaysia, but still!)!! At least put me on par with him! I know I deserve to be of equal status as him! What more! Michelle Yeoh is so old-school! She's not MY type! I would so want Christina Aguilera instead! What is this world coming into?!?! Has the world changed so much that 19-year-old heterosexuals are now being compared to a 40+ woman who is perhaps old enough to be my MOTHER! (Heck, I love me mum and wouldn't want to trade her for anyone!) This is utterly ridiculous! I demand an explanation for this!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scrolls up and reads the html coding again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies, after reading it again, I just found out that I'm 50% as Malaysian as Michelle Yeoh. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-115652945705145150?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/115652945705145150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=115652945705145150&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/115652945705145150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/115652945705145150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-un-malaysian-are-you.html' title='How un-Malaysian Are You?'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-115522863432177450</id><published>2006-08-11T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T03:13:11.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anagrams!</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure all of you who are reading my blog would have definitely watched The daVinci Code already by now! Heck! Even I have watched it twice(First time, bought tickets, second time I won tickets) Hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know that Dan Brown actually came up with another book with Robert Langdon as the main character before The daVinci Code came out? It was called Angels &amp; Demons! Yeaps! And to those of you not in the know, Angels and Demons was about...what?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAP! You guessed it! Anagrams! Now before the existence of Angels and Demons, I didn't freaking knew a damn thing let alone knew that the word Anagram existed. BUT after reading the book, I finally know and gained some new knowledge as to what on earth Anagrams are. So you see, Anagrams are words that can be rearranged to form another word! YES! I mean different W-O-R-D! Don't get me? Read this! I got this off from a friend! Thanks Sherrie for sharing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DORMITORY:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;DIRTY ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESBYTERIAN:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;BEST IN PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASTRONOMER:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;MOON STARER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPERATION:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;A ROPE ENDS IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EYES:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;THEY SEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE BUSH:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;HE BUGS GORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MORSE CODE :&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;HERE COME DOTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOT MACHINES:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;CASH LOST IN ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIMOSITY:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;IS NO AMITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELECTION RESULTS:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;LIES - LET'S RECOUNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOOZE ALARMS:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DECIMAL POINT:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;IM A DOT IN PLACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EARTHQUAKES:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;THAT QUEER SHAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN PLUS TWO:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE PLUS ONE&lt;br /&gt;AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER-IN-LAW:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN HITLER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool huh!? And the best part of it is that it makes sense!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Update*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anagrams are actually words that can be rearranged to form new words! That was used in The daVinci Code! However, in Angels &amp; Demons, they were using ambigrams instead!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for the cock-up! But nevertheless, thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.ofwhimsandfancies.blogspot.com/"&gt;grace&lt;/a&gt; who "indirectly" spotted the mistake for me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-115522863432177450?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/115522863432177450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=115522863432177450&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/115522863432177450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/115522863432177450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/08/anagrams.html' title='Anagrams!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-115367634423230944</id><published>2006-07-24T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T01:50:36.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPING!</title><content type='html'>WOo-HOO!&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping!&lt;br /&gt;I satisfied my craving for shopping!!! Even though I had not enough money!! WOO-HOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOLz!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I mean...okay. Here's how it all started. After church service, we(Erica, Shaun, Krystal, Me, Joshua) decided to go shopping in 1U! HAHA! But before that could happen, Erica and I had to send Erica's parents back home first so I had to be her co-driver(her dad still has doubts on her driving) and even got permission to scold her without her scolding me back! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, after dropping them back, we headed over to Shaun's place to pick him up before going BACK to church, or somewhere near church, to pick Joshua and Krystal who had both walked over to a mamak. And get this, apparently while walking there, Joshua walked so far ahead without even looking back nor waited for Krystal. Sigh, what a real gentleman he is. Krystal had to like struggle(she was wearing heels, HAHA!) to walk fast just to catch up with Josh. THen, the smart fella go order nasi lemak mata kerbau and makan first while we were all driving around picking people up and have to wait till we reached 1 Utama BEFORE even eating! and we had to find parking some more which took a bloody freaking..... 15 mins...hehe... caught you there, eh? LOLz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, went to TGI Fridays and had a three-course set meal(yes, i' know i'm poor!) which cost like 40 bucks without govt. tax and service charge(which means good bye to tips!). Anywayz, caught sight of a cute waitress, or so i thought...When I asked the rest to check her out, they were saying like..."where got! aiyo! meng kheng! you no taste lar!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I suppose I forgot to mention she was wearing a mini skirt at the same time. :P&lt;br /&gt;But apart from that, I think this made me sit up and take notice...I also kinda find girls with those open-top caps(dunno what you actually call them) cute!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but every girl whom I've seen wearing that...I actually kinda like it on them.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have this weird cap fetish... I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, after that. We split up with teh girls going their own way and us guys going our own way to shop also. First stop, Topman. Love the stuff there...Unfortunately, with only 60 bucks left in the wallet, there was nothing much I could get my hands on. So, Shaun went crazy looking for a pair of jeans and finally found his..for RM209. But thanks to my F3 card, he got a 10% discount. But I've got extra points! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Then went over to another shop next to the shop that sells Star Wars and other big boys' toys and paraphernelias. Bought a shirt there that says "Smoking Ganja Area" COOL! shirt!&lt;br /&gt;Shaun went ahead and bought a "penis" shirt! LOLz! Josh bought a  "Jesus rose from the dead shirt" which was equally cool, and a GRC shirt. Ask him why. Lazy to type now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANywayz, after that, went around looking at some mroe shirts in EXTREME for Shaun. But finally at around 5 something...we all had to leave and had to call Erica to head home! She sent Krys home, then small kid(Josh), Shaun and finally me. However, I forgot to pass something to Erica after she dropped me home and had to call her back! But while waiting for her, had a stomach ache and had to rush to the loo and told my sis's bf to pass it to her instead. Erica called me handphone, but due to obvious reasons was not able to pick it up. She ended up outside, not daring to honk at all and waited inside the car for I think at least 10 mins before she came out and said, "Hello! Is anybody home?" Erica style. LOLz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! A bit of something for you guys to enjoy! Here's something I found! You know how the now infamous head-butt of Zidane on Materazzi? Feast your eyes! For this is something hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.gamespot.com/v/JHM3kzar5bMPvzM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="432" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-115367634423230944?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/115367634423230944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=115367634423230944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/115367634423230944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/115367634423230944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/07/shopping.html' title='SHOPPING!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-115255702091017845</id><published>2006-07-11T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T03:00:39.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Wave?...NO!!!</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder what gets girls attention the most these days? IF you're thinking David Beckham or any football players for that matter. You could be very well wrong. Or how about Brandon Routh? True, he is a handsome fellow(Gosh, I sound gay) but NO, it ain't him. Or how about that new bag that they just walked past in MNG? Another big N-O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, for us gentlemen, we've been awashed with something called the Korean Wave.&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT THE F**K IS THAT?" would definitely come next. However, Korean Wave isn't something new. It's been going on since 2001 at the very earliest. It has slowly seeped into our country and slowly but surely brainwashed the ladies of our country to being swept away by the Korean Wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still wondering what is the Korean Wave? Ever heard of Winter Sonata? Or what about Jewel in the Palace? Still no? Apparently while the majority of us male population of the Earth were busy glue'ing ourselves to something other than HOT WOMEN wearing bikinis and running on TV(think Baywatch), i.e World Cup. The ladies have been watching these Korean Soaps. To make things simpler for you readers out there, it has come to my attention that I should save my fellow male counterparts from going through all the trouble of figuring out what's been drawing the female species away from us(males).  Yes, the Korean Wave I mentioned as my title is this. The Korean soaps that is on teevee almost every other day and it is still coming in by the droves and shows no sign of slowing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, here is a bit to get you going in case you don't know what your female counterparts are talking about, in this case, the Korean soaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winter Sonata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/1943/1600/WSN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/1943/200/WSN.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ah Beng and Ah Lian with their "sticker-photo-background". Veli de Nise, hor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;The story begins when Jun-sang, yew the son of an eminent musician, moves to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chuncheon" title="Chuncheon"&gt;Chuncheon&lt;/a&gt;, a rural city in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Korea" title="South Korea"&gt;South Korea&lt;/a&gt;. As an extraordinarily talented student, Jun-sang is welcomed by his fellow students as well as teachers, but remains a quiet, introverted young man. As a result of his belief that his father is dead and serious conflicts with his mother, Junsang believes that no one truly loves him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On one fortuitous day on the ride to school, Jun-sang's classmate Yu-jin interrupts him on the bus. Jun-sang soon falls in love with Yu-jin, who opens herself to him with an innocent heart. Their love, however, is cut short after Jun-sang is involved in a serious auto-accident and, due to brain damage, is unable to recall his past life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jun-sang's mother, desiring Jun-sang's love and respect, has Jun-sang brainwashed by a Psychologist, so that Jun-sang will not remember his painful memories of growing up as an illegitimate child. As a result, Jun-sang's memories prior to the accident are erased. Jun-sang's mother decides to move to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States" title="United States"&gt;United States&lt;/a&gt; with Jun-sang, where he can start a new life under the identity of Yi Min-hyung. As such, both his friends and teachers are told that Junsang is dead.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ten years later, Jun-sang is an award-winning architect in the United States. He does not remember anything about his life in Korea. He is completely different, an open-minded person who cares about other people, including his mother. He returns to Korea and Yu-jin sees him on the street, prompting her to put off her engagement to childhood friend Sang-hyuk. Little does she know that Min-hyung is dating her friend and sometime rival Chelin. The story's plot intensifies when Yu-jin begins work at the firm where Min-hyung is employed, and tries to find out if he is her lost lover Jun-sang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Source : Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winter_Sonata)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jewel in the Palace (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dae Jang Geum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/1943/1600/Dae_Janggeum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/1943/200/Dae_Janggeum.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Korean's hairdressing techniques took a turn for the worst with massive green clip-ons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in the Joseon Dynasty, it's about a lady who eventually becomes the first royal physician of the patriarchal Korean dynasty. However, before she achieves that, she goes through many trials and tribulations(it's a soap after all) that tests her perseverance with A LOT of backstabbing and nefarious schemes thought out by some very evil ladies in the dynasty. As usual, when the good prevails, the heroine falls in love and is thought to live happily after all but this comes with a twist, they were separated after a while and only manage to reunite after the King dies. The rest, as you can say, finally, "And they lived happily ever after".&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Source : Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jewel_in_the_Palace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on this synopsis, I hope that I have helped my fellow gentleman in dealing with women when they start talking about these Korean soaps. Just don't go on and on and start showing them your Winter Sonata keychain, posters and what not lest they think you're gay. Have a good day folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="firstHeading"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-115255702091017845?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/115255702091017845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=115255702091017845&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/115255702091017845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/115255702091017845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/07/korean-waveno.html' title='Korean Wave?...NO!!!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-115237877263285019</id><published>2006-07-09T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T01:12:52.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa! So expensive wei!</title><content type='html'>A really good joke that I laughed my arse off after reading the end! ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few guys were gathering around a well-known gym located in the centre of the town.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a mobile phone rang and one of them answered the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Dear~ it’s me~”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eemmmmm….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dear, you’re still in the gym is it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“yah…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I’m still shopping by the shopping complex close to the gym you’re in now. I saw Louis Vuitton’s latest bag. Quite cheap you know! Only for $3000… can I buy it, dear?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O.K, go ahead since you like it so much.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ahhhhhh…. Thanks dear! Oh and before I came over, I saw a latest Mercedes for sale in a car exhibition, I negotiated with the car agent and he told me he will offer us ‘Good Price’, it would be great if we use the BMW we bought last year to trade in for new one,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How much he offered you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh only for $2million something, dear”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O.K, make sure the price is ‘on the road’ will do”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Magnificient, oh ya, 1 more thing, dear”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This morning I went to real estate agent for a look and the house we’re interested is now on sale! Remember dear? The house 1000 metre in size, with a heart shaped swimming pool, and a Orchid garden as backyard, a tennis court in front of the&lt;br /&gt;house along with the garage which able to fit 4 cars… very beautiful right, dear?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How much they aftering?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Only for $10million dear! The price is pretty worthwhile right? I’ll check whether your bank account to see whether we can afford it,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine then. If you able to negotiate until $8million, go ahead…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OK dear! Thank you dear. I’ll see you tonight for dinner ya? I love you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“bye, love you too”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the guy ended the call. He lifted up the phone and asked the others,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anyone knows whose phone is this?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-115237877263285019?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/115237877263285019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=115237877263285019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/115237877263285019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/115237877263285019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/07/whoa-so-expensive-wei.html' title='Whoa! So expensive wei!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-115158064842646922</id><published>2006-06-29T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T19:32:15.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What? England? Nah, hate them!</title><content type='html'>Due to popular demand, or lack thereof, I've decided to finally come back from the dead and do something about this blog. Yeaps, you heard me, do something about this blog! After it's last official post which should be about 2  months ago, I've decided to post something up due to my fellow bloggers/readers commenting on my blog's state of zen(kinda cool,innit?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my blog has been meditating and looking on at the current state of the world, it has now finally the wisdom to preach to the world. This blog shall and will be preaching about everything bloggerable and hopefully not be shot by any offended ones(i.e. Bush). Anywayz, I've decided to tinker something about my blog, rather than talking about the current state of the world. I decided to let people in a little on in my life. Yes, the private me has now decided to let everyone have a little peek as to what goes on in this tiny world of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters I am a closet England fan. There, I've said it. It's now in the open. As much as I try to support the opposing team I fail because my heart truly and undoubtedly belongs to the England team. I know every single player in that bloody team and damn right proud of having seen Beckham scored one of his trademark free-kicks that we do not see often these days. I don't know why, but the England team evokes more passion within me than all other countries combined. Sure, I do watch other matches but when it comes to England is when I actually sit up and not fall asleep mid-way through the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/1943/1600/england.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 147px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/1943/320/england.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All hail St. George!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course this is not the official England flag but what the hell, they use this in the World Cup so I'll bloody use it anywayz. Which team do I think would go to the Finals? I would have to say Germany vs. England. Yeap, I'm biased and I'd love to see the repeat of the 1966 World Cup final! Except this time, with Germany on home soil! HAHA! That's gonna be the real game then! Will Germany be out to exorcise the old ghost of the past? Will they be out for revenge? Who knows! Tune in to July 9 and hope(and definitely cross your fingers) that it would be the Germany vs. England final!&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&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/19601025-115158064842646922?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/115158064842646922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=115158064842646922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/115158064842646922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/115158064842646922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-england-nah-hate-them.html' title='What? England? Nah, hate them!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-114564537230032864</id><published>2006-04-22T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T02:57:10.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex for a 7-year-old</title><content type='html'>I decided to post this as it's hilarious! And sometimes, to save the trouble from not posting anything at all. I'll post something from my own opinion soon though. That I promise you, I just need to sort out my assignments and stuff like that. At the mean time, please, do enjoy what I've to offer. It's not much, but at least I only select the very best for my fellow readers! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny was 7 years old and like other boys his age rather curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been hearing quite a bit about 'making out' from the older boys, and he wondered what it was&lt;br /&gt;and how it was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he took his question to his mother, who became rather flustered. Instead of explaining&lt;br /&gt;things to Johnny, she told him to hide behind the curtains one night and watch his older sister and&lt;br /&gt;her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This he did. The following morning, Johnny described EVERYTHING to his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sis and her boyfriend sat and talked for a while, then he turned off most of the lights. Then he&lt;br /&gt;started kissing and hugging her. I figured 'Sis must be getting sick, because her face started looking&lt;br /&gt;funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have thought so too, because he put his hand inside her blouse to feel her heart, just the&lt;br /&gt;way the doctor would. Except he's not as smart as the doctor because he seemed to have trouble&lt;br /&gt;finding her heart. I guess he was getting sick too, because pretty soon both of them started panting&lt;br /&gt;and getting all out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His other hand must have been cold because he put it under her skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this time 'Sis got worse and began to moan and sigh and squirm around and slide down toward&lt;br /&gt;the end of the couch. This was when her fever started. I knew it was a fever, because Sis told him&lt;br /&gt;she felt really hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I found out what was making them so sick......-a big eel ;had gotten inside his pants&lt;br /&gt;somehow. It just jumped out of his pants and stood there, about 10 inches long, honest, anyway&lt;br /&gt;he grabbed it in one hand to keep it from getting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sis saw it, she got really scared-her eyes got big, and her mouth fell open, and she started&lt;br /&gt;calling out to God and stuff like that. She said it was the biggest one she's ever seen; I should tell&lt;br /&gt;her about the ones down at the lake by our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sis got brave and tried to kill the eel by biting its head off. All of a sudden she grabbed it&lt;br /&gt;with both hands and held it tight while he took a muzzle out of his pocket and slipped it over the&lt;br /&gt;eel's head to keep it from biting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis lay back and spread her legs so she could get a scissor-lock on it and he helped by lying on top&lt;br /&gt;of the eel. The eel put up a hell of a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis started groaning and squealing and her boyfriend almost upset the couch. I guess they wanted to kill the eel by squashing it between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while they both quit moving and gave a great sigh. Her boyfriend got up, and sure enough,&lt;br /&gt;they killed the eel. I knew because it just hung there, limp, and some of its insides were hanging&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis and her boyfriend were a little tired from the battle, but they went back to courting anyway. He&lt;br /&gt;started hugging and kissing her again. By golly, the eel wasn't dead! It jumped straight up and&lt;br /&gt;started to fight again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess eels are like cats- they have nine lives or something. This time, Sis jumped up and tried to&lt;br /&gt;kill it by sitting on it. After about a 35 minute struggle, they finally killed the eel. I knew it was&lt;br /&gt;dead, because I saw Sis's boyfriend peel its skin off and flush it down the toilet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-114564537230032864?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/114564537230032864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=114564537230032864&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/114564537230032864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/114564537230032864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/04/sex-for-7-year-old.html' title='Sex for a 7-year-old'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-114529866998327651</id><published>2006-04-18T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:31:09.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your Porn Star Name!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Hey guys! I got this from &lt;a href="http://afdlinshauki.blogspot.com/"&gt;Afdlin Shauki's blog&lt;/a&gt;! It's quite cool!&lt;br /&gt;You guys should check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CDDEFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Porn Star Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/pornstarnamegenerator/boy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rodney Rammer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pornstarnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Porn Star Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-114529866998327651?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/114529866998327651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=114529866998327651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/114529866998327651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/114529866998327651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/04/whats-your-porn-star-name.html' title='What&apos;s your Porn Star Name!!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-114477372671275469</id><published>2006-04-12T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T00:04:53.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOCK!</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda having a block at the moment. I can't seem to write anything good nor worth reading these days. I suppose I'm running low on fuel at the moment. What with all the sudden influx of mid-term assignments coming up at the beginning of the semester. Sigh, anywayz, for those of you who do understand me, I dislike blogging about myself nor treating this blog as a diary. Therefore, please forgive me for this post because I've seriously got nothing to write about at this very moment. Suffice to say that WAYNE ROONEY ROCKS!!! LOLz! Sorry for the sudden change in topic, but I couldn't help it. WAYNE ROONEY ROCKS!!! Screw the gambling debts! He's the wonderboy! CHELSEA! WATCH YOUR TAILS FOR WE'RE SURE TO POUNCE ON YOU! HAHA! I think Jose "Special One" Mourinho is actually shivering at the sight of the league table. 7 points ahead and they have 5 more games to go. PLUS, they are not really on form at the moment. What with Man United bullying Arsenal even after they(Arsenal) bullied Juventus and Real Madrid. It just serves to say that Man United are much more superior compared to Juve, and Real! LOLz! YEAPS! You readers are right! I am BOASTING ABOUT MY MUCH LOVED DEVILS! Don't take the Man United more superior than Juve and Real too seriously though. We all know, as die-hard football fans things never work out that way. LOLz! BUT still I just have to spread and tell the world of the results of the recent Man United vs. Arsenal. In case most of you were just born yesterday or just got out of a timewarp or a cave with no access to the world whatsoever, MAN UNITED 2 - 0 ARSENAL. With Wayne Rooney scoring the first and setting up the second for Park Ji-Sung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's your daddy!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaps, I suppose that's sufficient for now. Sorry for the Arse fans though. They musta thought they stood a chance in beating the Red Devils. :P&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, my fellow readers/bloggers/&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;K-R-Y-S-T-A-L S-A-N-T-A M-A-R-I-A(your perasanness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;friends/enemies/uncles/aunties/grandma/grandpa and whoever who's reading this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll update it more often and hopefully with more interesting read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-114477372671275469?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/114477372671275469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=114477372671275469&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/114477372671275469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/114477372671275469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/04/block.html' title='BLOCK!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-114253302182097472</id><published>2006-03-17T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T02:17:01.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HUSBAND STORE! *LADIES ONLY*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is hilarious! I got this from a friend! DAMN BLOODY GOOD! SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a&lt;br /&gt;husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates. You may&lt;br /&gt;visit the store ONLY ONCE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights. There&lt;br /&gt;is, however, a catch . . .. you may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building! So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first floor the sign on the door reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 1 - These men have jobs and love the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 2 - These men have jobs and love kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love kids, and are extremely good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love kids, are drop-dead good looking and help with the housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, mercy me!"she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love kids, are drop-dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and&lt;br /&gt;have a strong romantic streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth&lt;br /&gt;floor and the sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 6 - You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists&lt;br /&gt;solely as proof that women are impossible to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&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/19601025-114253302182097472?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/114253302182097472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=114253302182097472&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/114253302182097472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/114253302182097472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/03/husband-store-ladies-only.html' title='THE HUSBAND STORE! *LADIES ONLY*'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-114212926543643367</id><published>2006-03-12T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:34:26.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zaman 80-an. The 80s.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was taken from Kuah Jenhan(&lt;a href="http://kaypopotamus.blogspot.com"&gt;Kaypopotamus&lt;/a&gt;), my ex-classmate, for posting this up and allowing me to share it to my fellow readers! Thanks Jenhan! ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you born in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;…you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;won’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; want to miss this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;    &lt;/o:p&gt;A friend of mine sent me a forwarded message about childhood and it was written in Malay. After reading it, I thought it was kind of meaningful and nice…so I decided to translate the gist of it and also I wrote my own into it. Read it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;How I miss the times when we were young. Happy happy only. Play with our friends 24 hours. Heehehe. Read during our free time, enjoying. Surely you will remember back to the time when you were in school, signs of you being an 80s baby. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;We grew up watching G-Force, He-man, Transformers (wished your dad’s car could transform someday), Thundercats (holding your grandma’s broomstick shouting THUNDER THUNDER THUNDER CATS), SilverHawk, Woody Woodpecker, Chipmunks, Mickey Mouse, NINJA TURTLE (I can still name all the turtles…can you? :p), Mask, Smurfs, Voltron, Baja Hitam, Ultraman, and many more. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;In primary school, remember the times we had “check gigi” (dental checkup)? Must bring cup to school, colourful colourful cup and mummy ask you keep inside plastic bag. Then, class by class, form a single file by the longkang (drain), then all squat down follow the nurse with the humongous toothbrush for the humongous ‘gigi’. Then see some of your friends don’t know how to brush teeth, some brush until feel like vomiting, some so ‘semangat’ (enthusiastic) brush until toothpaste become red because gums all got hole, bleeding. Then the nurse will call you into the office one by one to check your teeth. Then you can hear the dentist drilling holes in your friend’s teeth in the next classroom. What to do? Their teeth got hole must patch lah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Surely you’ll remember this, Program Minum Susu (drink milk) to encourage primary school kids to drink milk. RM 0.30 for one box only ok! Then the milk will come in big big boxes then all the kids will line up to get their box of milk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;When it comes to punishment, you’ve only heard of two things. ‘Pembaris panjang’ (long ruler) and rotan. The pembaris panjang is the long long yellow colour one. Sometimes teachers may even break it. When going to ‘kena’ (get it) already, must show your palm. For rotan, teacher will ask you to take out your wallet; teacher knows all your tricks like stuffing your buku rampaian down your pants or wearing extra underwear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;In the canteen, food is cheap. Mihun only 30 cents. Drinks also 20 cents. Then guarantee got one mak cik selling junk food to make you fat there. The choice of shoe is simple. Bata, Sparx, Pallas Jazz and some prefer the high cut shoes from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Some like to wear the super thick socks and super high socks that pulls up to the knee. The smart ones will fight for who has the cleanest shoe. Who step on their shoe only, got black spot, muka masamlah satu hari (be gloomy for a day). The ‘gangster’, naughty boys, the blacker the more terror! But when teacher check, all rush to classroom take chalk and ‘polish’ kasut. Then pass the inspection already, the shoe can become kung-fu shoes. Here kick there kick sure got dust and chalk fly out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Internet? E-mail? CD? Nah…don’t know what is that…yet. Cassette tape I know la. Those who know music will think they’re the smarter ones…but actually all they know is BACKSTREET BOYS and WESTLIFE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/666/1384/1600/bsb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/666/1384/320/bsb3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“…you are, my fire…the one…desire……….Backstreet’s back, ALLRIGHT!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Outside school surely there is some aunty or uncle on motorcycles selling loads of junk food, Ding Dang (the box of chocolate balls like medicines in Chinese dramas and also a toy inside), Mamee, Kum Kum, UFO, O-ya, Chickerdis and many more. Then we always go play ‘tikam’, mini gambling, and get the round round plastic balls.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt; After exams is the best of times la…before the results are out that is. We’ll be playing Uno cards, Uno Stack-o, Donkey, Happy Family, Old Maid…damn Old Maid, always also I sure become Old Maid. Those hardcore ones will bring Monopoly, Snake and Ladders, Checkers, CHESS and all the other board games. The best game of all for me however is…playing erasers. Fuah! It was so popular we even had tournaments to find the “Raja Pemadam” (King of Eraser). Each one of us will develop our own skills and flipping techniques, measure distance with our fingers to get the eraser on top on the opponent’s eraser. Winner takes the loser’s eraser sometimes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt; During PJK (Pendidikan Jasmani &amp; Kesihatan), Physical Education, all must ‘stretching’ first…then some play badminton, some football some bola chop, and also captain’s ball. Another famous game was the Guli (marbles). This is also another superb game. We even had values for each marbles and their colors. Some of the guli we have to put them in front of our eyes facing the sun to see the colour of the glass. The purple and brown blend used to worth most. Then there was the metal gulis. During recess, we’ll draw circles around any sandy area of the school compound and start tossing our marbles out (erm…not those marbles). Sometimes our marbles get stolen too. And that sucks.During that time, it was like losing a car or a house.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Other times we’d play Pepsi Cola. Does anyone still remember the Pepsi Cola rhyme? If you do please let me know. Other than Pepsi Cola, there’s also Police and Sentry or Police and Thief and also kejar-kejar (tag). When the game is over, and you’re thirsty…we’ll take out 10 cents to buy the tube ice cream. The one we have to break in half to lick. It tasted so good…got chocolate flavour (which actually was just &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Milo&lt;/st1:place&gt;), lychee, strawberry, sirap and many more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;In class, we’d take papers and fold them as tight and compact as possible to make ‘lastik’ (catapult bullets), shoot our friends and sometimes they cry. Then lastik was banned. So we would take the box of chalk and steal some chalk. Some break it into smaller pieces to throw…which eventually became illegal too. If teacher walk around and find bits of chalks on the floor…then ‘kena’ lah. Pembaris panjang or rotan. Some of us will make our friends look like old man. Take the chalk; mash it up by sawing it with our rulers and keeping them in nicely folded paper envelopes. When your friend is paying attention to the blackboard (not projector) in front, then you’ll blow it all on his hair…and the whole class laughs behind him. Muahaahahahaha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Majority of those born during these eras are already in colleges/ universities. Like me, born 1987 (still young now), I’m in college now. It was during this time that….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;CD came along.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You would have heard of the song like We Are the World, Heal the World, Uptown Girl (by Westlife, not Billy Joel), I Want It That Way, I’ll Never Break Your Heart, and not songs like Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Believe Me, and many more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Michael Jackson was already whitening.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;AIDS came along.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You cannot imagine black and white computer monitors.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You don’t know how to switch the TV on without a remote. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;You cannot for the life of you understand what use is a black and white television.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;BSB is gay (still a minority who worships them though).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Such wonderful and powderful memories. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="blackcopy"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Let's check if &lt;s&gt;we're&lt;/s&gt; you're getting old... &lt;/b&gt;(Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.velverse.com/"&gt;Velverse&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="bluecopy"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. You understand what was written above and you smile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="bluecopy"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Most of your secondary school friends are getting married.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="bluecopy"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. You are always surprised to see small children playing comfortably with computer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="bluecopy"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. When you see teenagers with mobile phones, you shake your head.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="bluecopy"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. You spend less and less time talking on phone with your friends daily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="bluecopy"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. When you meet your old friends from time to time, talking about the good old days, repeating again and again all funny stories you experienced together.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="bluecopy"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Lastly, having read this mail, you are thinking of forwarding it to some other old friends. You think they will like it too.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-114212926543643367?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/114212926543643367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=114212926543643367&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/114212926543643367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/114212926543643367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/03/zaman-80-the-80s.html' title='Zaman 80-an. The 80s.'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-114138080521675330</id><published>2006-03-03T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T18:21:12.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we living in a "civilized" society or ...</title><content type='html'>Just yesterday(Thursday) morning, I was on my way to college around 7 something and got caught in the usual jam over at Old Klang Road. However, this was no ordinary day. While I was using that road, a taxi(Taxi 1) was right in front of me and we were moving very slowly until... *KRASH* he did not slow down and made a permanent mould of his vehicle's head on the taxi(Taxi 2) just right in front of him. Instead of going down and settle it mano-a-mano like the usual drama-filled "negotiations" by the side of the road, Taxi 2 just continued on without so much a wink. I presume that he must be renting that taxi and couldn't care less about it or maybe he's just shock resistant, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, Taxi 1's driver waved his hand out of the window, apologising profusely to Taxi 2 who was no more than a dot now. As I waited for his vehicle to start moving again, I was greeted by not the exhaust fumes coming out of his vehicle,  but rather, a horrendous sight that I thought no longer existed in this civilized society. The man put on his hazard lights and just remained rooted on that spot and grabbed a handful of his(I assume to be) wife's hair (who was sitting next to him in the front passenger seat) and proceeded to BANG her head against the front passenger window a couple of times as I moved to the next lane. The taxi's sideview mirror said it all to me, I saw the lady's face remained emotionless, or as if this is just another of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure you would be asking by now, did I do anything to put a stop to it? I WISH I DID. You see, as I moved on to the next lane, that shocking sight did not register to me until a few seconds later as I was driving away from that scene. When I regained my composure, I thought of taking down the  taxi's number plate by looking at the rear-view mirror, but alas, it was not to be, I was too far. That incident really shook me up and left me rather shocked for most of the journey. Now, I live with guilt because if I am given a second chance to relive that moment, I would have done something to stop it or at the very least tried to call the police or something. I feel for that woman. I really do. I just hope that someone else on that road saw that incident and put a stop to it and she would, I hope, be safe and away from that beast that should not be called a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you have done should you be in the same situation as me in the near future?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-114138080521675330?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/114138080521675330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=114138080521675330&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/114138080521675330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/114138080521675330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/03/are-we-living-in-civilized-society-or.html' title='Are we living in a &quot;civilized&quot; society or ...'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-114037650450080222</id><published>2006-02-20T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T03:18:50.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last battle..</title><content type='html'>Just last Friday the 5 Kensettians and 5 Morians of 2004 gathered on the battlefield to have a farewell skirmish for one of the Kensettians most hated enemy, the Morian that goes by the name and title of Sir Ong Chin Ming. It was a cloudy afternoon. Peasants gave way for the veterans of the war that ravaged the once sacred lands of MBSSKL. The never-ending bitter feud between 5 Kensett and 5 Mori that knows no beginning, also knows the end will never happen so long as either side lives. The King sits on his throne attending to his daily matters, pretending not to notice the war that was about to erupt. As more and more warriors gather, the tension grew between both parties. Words that were not honourable nor the brightest were exchanged, much to the chagrin of the current prefects that were at the sidelines watching the encounter that was about to take place. As the day reaches the mid-afternoon, the heat gets intense. Until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle begins, both forward lines met in the middle battling to gain an advantage. Then, the Morians gained the upper hand with their warriors using a flanking maneuver on the right. Bypassing the heart of the Kensett warriors and putting the Kensett defensive warriors under tremendous pressure. But the dangers were averted as every lunge was countered with a parry and every riposte was met with equal audacity and the Morians were counter-attacked by the sudden rush of Kensett warriors into their field. The battle didn't last long as the heavens finally gave way and tears streamed down from heaven like the gods were crying. The battle ground to a halt and everyone ran to find some form of shelter as the warriors' visions were compromised when the heavenly tears continues falling heavier than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football... the most beautiful game in the world that even God himself cried as we battled our hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a farewell match for one of our dear friend, Ong Chin Ming who is now in Australia as he left this morning(Sunday).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-114037650450080222?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/114037650450080222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=114037650450080222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/114037650450080222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/114037650450080222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-battle.html' title='The last battle..'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-113946978263760482</id><published>2006-02-09T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:24:56.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love...</title><content type='html'>It was a morning to remember. Waking up in the morning, with my loved one beside me. I could wish for no more than what I have now. A life full of happiness! I can hardly take my eyes off her! Oh how she fulfills my life now, each time I breathe, I remember her scent. How I met her? It was unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was introduced to her by my friend through MSN one day. So of course, I went about asking my friend loads of questions about her. As true a friend he can be, he duly complied and told me everything I needed to know about her! How to talk to her, how good she was, where she lived and how well she was taken care off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;I knew from that moment, I had to have her! I mean, what else can I expect from someone that can come right outta my dreams?? Of course, it wasn't easy for me to talk to her, therefore it was mostly through my friend that I kept asking about her and her well-being. Then finally about almost a month later, my friend finally managed to arrange a meeting for the both of us to meet together! I was thrilled to my bones! My heart beat incessantly and I couldn't wait to finally meet her in-person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The get-together was at my friend's house at around 11, it was a bit late I have to admit but just to have one look at her in-person is enough to bring shivers down to my knees. I quickly changed from my house-clothing to something more presentable and my driving could easily made Michael Schumacher look like he was on a bullock cart racing instead! I reached his house at around 10.55pm. Just nice for me to get myself ready and to calm my nerves down, I said. I called my friend and he let me in, not realising that she was already there! Waiting for me! I stood by the entrance, enchanted by her beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so elegant! My gawd, what am I to compare myself to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood transfixed there for a few seconds before my friend shoved me in. I was lost for words. My friend whispered, "Go on, don't be shy. She's been waiting for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued to smile at me. I blushed and looked down, away from her beautiful crystal clear eyes. I slowly walked towards her, all the way trying to think of what to say. For the first time, I was actually lost for words. Words that came out smoothly from my tongue were stuck like a huge lump in my throat. I could barely say "Hi" to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I turned to my friend and said, "She's perfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn right you are! And a great deal too I must add!"&lt;br /&gt;"So it's 550 then?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeaps, oh by the way, she is seriously a beaut especially when you spread her though it must be done rather delicately."&lt;br /&gt;"Will do, my friend. Will do. I shall take pleasure on having her beside me tonight."&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe... *Grin*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove back with her still stealing glances at me occasionally. Oh, how I've waited so long for this night! We reached home, I held her and slowly walked towards my room. I carefully undressed her, so as to not hurt nor scratch her smooth skin. As the clock struck 12, it was time. We went to bed, with her by my side. And I sleep with a smile on my face. "Finally, she's here at last".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Motorola V3..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-113946978263760482?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/113946978263760482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=113946978263760482&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/113946978263760482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/113946978263760482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-love.html' title='My love...'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-113674687133727718</id><published>2006-01-09T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T03:01:11.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#F0FFF0;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 19 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...it's quite accurate actually! LOLz! I'm 18 now...gonna be 19 in August 14...&lt;br /&gt;Not long more I suppose!&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who would like to try this out...&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-113674687133727718?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/113674687133727718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=113674687133727718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/113674687133727718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/113674687133727718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/01/age-quiz.html' title='Age Quiz'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-113623736133770828</id><published>2006-01-03T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T05:29:21.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep-deprived Idiot. Or issit?</title><content type='html'>Yes, the time now is exactly 5.06AM on the 3rd of January 2006. First up, a very HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL! Woo-HOO!&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, it's just 2006. Nothing special!&lt;br /&gt;LOLz!&lt;br /&gt;Hheehhe...&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, it's hard to say much now. Or should I say there's loads to say. But I don't know how to put it in words at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as the title fully stated, I'm sleep-deprived at this very moment. College registration is starting at 9.30 and I've got to be up by 8 to wash up and send my sis to work before getting to college. And it's 5.09AM now. Hell, I've tried sleeping for the past 2 hours, couldn't get into dreamland. The doors are locked shut! CRAP! Somehow somewhere there must be a key to unlock it in my brain! BUT I CAN'T FREAKING FIND IT!&lt;br /&gt;Damn me, Heh....Yeaps...college is starting again. Not that I'm dreading it, but it seems that I've got mixed feelings at this very moment.LOLz! I had a very nice 3-week break though! Maybe it's just the fact that I've been staying up way too late till about 6 AM where I'll only start nodding off around that time? When the sun starts to wake up and that's when I scream my head off and start running away from the sunlight because it kills me? Heck, I'm gonna become a vampire. Hmmm, doesn't sound like such a bad prospect after all. Immortality never sounded better =P. Live forever, never age. Forever trapped in a time warp where you only get wiser but not older. Physical appearance forever remains and never never need to age. Say goodbye to that anti-wrinkle cream or moisturiser for all you'll only have to worry about is having the next meal. With a cool look, and I do mean literally, will make you a mysterious figure and one that will leave others wondering about your past. Then, it all doesn't seem so worth it anymore. Not being able to age, forever trapped in a life where everyone around you slowly dies and your heart seeps away slowly with your dead loved ones, until one day, you no longer feel anything. You look upon another human being just as your next meal without the faintest of guilt as you drive your knife-like fangs deep into the very veins that pump warm LIVING blood of the human you are about to kill. Then slowly, as the years pass, you will have just a faint recollection as to how you lived your normal human life before you became one with the undead. The memories slowly slip away and then you'll come to a point in time where you think, I've been an undead all my life. The very nature of civilization no longer appeals to you and your mind slips into a primitive state of mind. You will forget who you are. You'll lose all sense of thought and language and you'll turn into a savage animal until someone,something will finally rip you limb from limb or maybe even drive a stake to your heart. Yes, you will forget that you were once human and as your cold dead blood is drained out of your body, you realise that you will have found peace that was long forgotten and you embrace it with a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, want to be a vampire? Hmmm, maybe not!  Maybe next time!LOLz!&lt;br /&gt;Heheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eM-Kay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-113623736133770828?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/113623736133770828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=113623736133770828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/113623736133770828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/113623736133770828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2006/01/sleep-deprived-idiot-or-issit.html' title='Sleep-deprived Idiot. Or issit?'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-113527708008302632</id><published>2005-12-23T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T02:44:40.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty! Kong speaking Mandarin? WTF?</title><content type='html'>I know I know! I've not been updating my blog!&lt;br /&gt;And therefore I'm GUILTY! Hehe...Anywayz..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much except that I've been pretty relaxed lately!&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I've been working my ass off for the past 4 months in college!&lt;br /&gt;College life is HELL especially when you've got like neverending piles of assignments to be done in the last minute! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, just a quick update on my life, I've watched King Kong a.k.a The Eighth Wonder of the World! It was fantastic! Though it was spoiled by people who were talking to the screen the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;First, I've got a couple sitting right behind me, and when King Kong showed up after (WARNING : *SPOILER AHEAD*)  an hour into the movie, the guy just kept whispering to his girlfriend, "King Kong...King Kong...King Kong...King Kong" like some kinda machine that keeps replaying! It was so bloody annoying! Look! If you want to whisper AND talk to your girlfriend, might as well go buy the DVD and watch it at home! We know you're obsessed with Kong's ding dongs but you don't have to keep repeating it! Next up, a happy chinese family (a rather big one, in fact with 4 children) was saying rather weird stuff which I couldn't quite make out since they were speaking in Mandarin but heLLO? We're in the cinema! I know you want to talk to your lovely wife that bore you with 4 children from hell and spend a lil' time with her! BUT puh-leeeze talk OUTSIDE! Gosh! I was wondering why could Kong suddenly be speaking in Mandarin! Let alone speak at all! It seems that their comments and such were made when Kong opens his badly-in-need-of-clorets mouth and growls. Great timing eh? Oh yeah! Not forgetting to mention! Their oh-so-cute-you-wish-they-were-dead children! I don't mind them bringing their children for a movie, but can you at least tell them to sit still and not talk during the movie? Hell! I coulda sworn I saw a couple of shadows blocking my view from ogling at Naomi Watts beautiful eyes or Jack Black's huge gut or Adrian Brody's sulk! It's like a big reminder to the old "Buy pirated VCDs lar! The shadows ar? Aiya! Those people cannot sit still! Dunno how to watch movie wan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEW! Got that out finally! Enough b*tching about people though. I recently attended an audition for a Student Film that will be filmed by our very own local director! Chor Ai Lene! Never heard of her? Well, maybe not yet. This film is her final piece/thesis for her Masters in Filming! Not bad eh? Woo-hoo! I just seriously hope I will get the role! Oh by the way, I didn't tell you what was the film about. The title of the movie is "Tiffin" where an indian girl reaches a point in life where she has to make a decision between her one and only chance in sitting for the college entrance exams/SPM(not sure yet) or continuing a life of being a helper to a chinese family to care for their grandmother as started by her mother. Of course, here comes the plot twist, the daughter-in-law of the pohpoh thinks that having an indian helper who comes daily is an embarassment to their(her) social status and is thinking of employing an Indonesian maid instead where it is more highly looked upon. However, the Pohpoh really enjoys the company of Shanti and is reluctant to let her go. Pohpoh's grandson will provide the conflict as Shanti suspects that he stole pohpoh's money but she has no evidence to prove her innocence when she was blamed for the EVIL deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, as most of you can see...I auditioned for the grandson's role and hopefully *fingers crossed* i will get it! So pray for me people and hope I can get the role! Hehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eM-Kay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-113527708008302632?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/113527708008302632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=113527708008302632&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/113527708008302632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/113527708008302632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2005/12/guilty-kong-speaking-mandarin-wtf.html' title='Guilty! Kong speaking Mandarin? WTF?'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-113423892570185460</id><published>2005-12-11T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T02:22:05.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOCAL Footballers and Nasi Lemak!</title><content type='html'>Well, to be honest, there was a reason for the nick exiledbrother. It's because among all my school friends(primary and secondary school), it seems that I'm the only one in kdu while the rest were in Taylors, Inti,HELP, etc. etc. So, I suppose the nick fits me quite nicely not perfectly...but nicely..with the exception of &lt;a href="http://yingks.blogspot.com/"&gt;yingKs&lt;/a&gt; of course!  He's from the same school too 'cept he's one year my senior.&lt;br /&gt;LOLz! There you go! The mystery is solved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. Thinking about our recent success in SEA Games and our new World Squash Champion, Ms. Nicol David! It has come to my attention(and to others as well) that why is it we still put more priority on football when we all damn well know that our country isn't doing well and will probably not do well TILL we can change our player's mentality? Is it because of the "we were once feared by the whole of ASIA" thinking? That was SO long ago in the 60's to the 70's! But ever since then, why have we fallen and not been able to pick ourselves up anymore? Is it because of the match-fixing scandal that took place - if I recall correctly - not too long ago in our shores? I suppose what Dr. M said was true. "Malaysia has first-class facilities but third-world mentality". Why can we be beaten by the little teams like Myanmar or Vietnam or for the record, SINGAPORE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall a match that took place in our own Bukit Jalil Stadium in the Tigers' Cup I think. It was Malaysia vs. Indonesia. We were 1-0 up until half-time. When the game restarted, it seems Malaysia was taking the back seat and literally just slept there! For not TOO long later, the Indons levelled! And from that moment on, our oh-so-loved players were shaking and you can see that their passes were rubbish and they were panicking! The defence were virtually non-existent! They even allowed the Indon strikers to run around them a couple of times before scoring the winner! That's what I was talking about! They don't have the mental strength to cope with the pressure! It seems as though once they let in a goal, their confidence goes in with that goal and they lose the game automatically! I suppose it's quite evident as I don't recall Malaysia winning a footie match when the opposition equalize or score against them! They no longer have what it takes to cope up with the pressure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I even recall a friend or a teacher of mine telling me that after a gruelling day of training, the players will go to a mamak stall and have their favourite... guess what... NASI LEMAK! Oh not only that, even having cold drinks! To the ordinary you and me, of course, Teh Ais is nothing, but to an athlete, it matters a lot! It affects their stamina! Why oh why don't our players take care of their own health. Personally, it would be an honour to represent the country, but it seems to them, it's a trivial matter and couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely saddened at the state of our players. If it continues like this,  I suppose we'll only be looked upon as fodder or warm-up training to stronger teams. Stronger teams who need to raise their confidence before going to a tournament i.e World Cup and the only way to do it is by putting in a minimun of 4 goals past our fellow footballers. It really is a smack in the face, to tell you the truth. Sure, it is fun having MU coming and Brazil coming to play against our national team but the whole world is laughing at us. How can we be respected if we are a successful country but can't stop the big names of football from thrashing our national team? That is why I've said at the beginning, it's about time the spotlight is shone to where it should be shone. We only excel in 2 sports currently and that is badminton and squash I suppose? It is only right that our national athletes from these sports be given the right recognition rather than pouring all our energy on our footballers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, and that is a very big but, I pray that one day, our footballers shall rise from the ashes like a phoenix and take over the reins as one of Asia's most feared football teams again. THEN, we can give the Brazilians a run for their money and maybe even challenge for the World Cup. :P&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll not be too old to watch Malaysia lift the World Cup should the current situation improve somewhere in the near future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-113423892570185460?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/113423892570185460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=113423892570185460&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/113423892570185460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/113423892570185460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2005/12/local-footballers-and-nasi-lemak.html' title='LOCAL Footballers and Nasi Lemak!'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601025.post-113380884108327046</id><published>2005-12-06T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T02:55:43.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Exiled Brother?</title><content type='html'>To my fellow bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big hello I bid you as this is my first ever blog in bloggers.com. Nothing much to say apart from the fact that I had a blog before but was unable to continue writing in it because of the poor response. But after having a few words with &lt;a href="http://julyfishtail.blogspot.com/"&gt;fishtail&lt;/a&gt; in college a couple of days back, I suppose one of the reasons for my blog being so poorly-received was probably because of my inconsistency in blogging and not creative enough I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I shall try my level best to entertain my fellow readers, so as to attract new readers! So, to answer your first question as to why I chose the nick exiled brother as my display name. It's quite simple actually, I saw the title of a book that was on my table, it was Exile's Return by Raymond E. Feist and a pirated(shh!) DVD copy of Brothers Grimm. So, if you put the two first words of both of the titles, there you have it, Exiled Brother! There's a hidden meaning to it as well but I suppose I shall keep things interesting by blogging it in the next post. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exiledbrother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601025-113380884108327046?l=oh8forteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/feeds/113380884108327046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601025&amp;postID=113380884108327046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/113380884108327046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601025/posts/default/113380884108327046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh8forteen.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-exiled-brother.html' title='Why Exiled Brother?'/><author><name>exiledbrother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08512969412855649180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m276/ffviii_maniac/883429116459l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
