<?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-5820351974501675629</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:31:15.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SYiYUqu2JLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zHmmx9m_3Ac/s320/IMG_0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Anita Nathasha!!!&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/5820351974501675629-5884371845529781534?l=askedquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/5884371845529781534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-anita-nathasha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/5884371845529781534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/5884371845529781534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-anita-nathasha.html' title=''/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00412003432185370524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUOEaz-wNsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s3aDoefX2Yo/S220/100_0497.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SYiYUqu2JLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zHmmx9m_3Ac/s72-c/IMG_0366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820351974501675629.post-7109997334177773982</id><published>2009-01-26T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:51:51.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Lunar New Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...to all the munjens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;May all you munjens have a prosperous New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And get loads of hong baos and eat a lot of ba gua! I hope the Nian don't come get you today and eat your family. So don't forget to wear red!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay, I know I promise to blog. And I will! Really, soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyways, Left 4 dead. Anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820351974501675629-7109997334177773982?l=askedquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/7109997334177773982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-lunar-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/7109997334177773982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/7109997334177773982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-lunar-new-year.html' title='Happy Lunar New Year...'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00412003432185370524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUOEaz-wNsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s3aDoefX2Yo/S220/100_0497.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820351974501675629.post-2805978373038175324</id><published>2009-01-18T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:39:27.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You can now add me on Facebook because I'm on Facebook! Go go go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820351974501675629-2805978373038175324?l=askedquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/2805978373038175324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2009/01/facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/2805978373038175324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/2805978373038175324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2009/01/facebook.html' title='Facebook!'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00412003432185370524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUOEaz-wNsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s3aDoefX2Yo/S220/100_0497.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820351974501675629.post-8116399534377774932</id><published>2009-01-16T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:45:48.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 19th Birthday Emmilia! (: (: (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820351974501675629-8116399534377774932?l=askedquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/8116399534377774932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-19th-birthday-emmilia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/8116399534377774932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/8116399534377774932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-19th-birthday-emmilia.html' title=''/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00412003432185370524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUOEaz-wNsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s3aDoefX2Yo/S220/100_0497.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820351974501675629.post-3280748975188098702</id><published>2009-01-05T03:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T03:53:20.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is everyone feeling 'Nostalgic' nowadays? I also want! Mood: Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SWENDvKnX2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/3MTMHNxsi3E/s1600-h/ParkwayDrive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287521795361431394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SWENDvKnX2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/3MTMHNxsi3E/s320/ParkwayDrive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, if by now you still don't know that Parkway Drive is coming to Singapore, your a fool. And if you're anticipating their arrival then you can share your joy with me because I still cannot get over the fact that they're coming. They are finally coming! And I'm going!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh and I read somewhere that Taste of Chaos 2009 has a really awesome line up of bands like, Attack Attack, Four Year Strong and a few more which I forgot. You guys should go check it and hope that TOC 09 will come to Singapore again this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Check Soft.com.sg for more &lt;em&gt;info&lt;/em&gt;! I should totally become a spokesperson for their website or an ambassador!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SWELnVXWVHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SfqNDVbLnCY/s1600-h/POPP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287520207887553650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SWELnVXWVHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SfqNDVbLnCY/s320/POPP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My beloved slut, Jon Wan was sweet enough to do this for me one night when he was feeling horny ( As written all over his face ) He wanted to help me advertise my blog by webcam-ing with yours truly and taking a picture of it to show that he was an avid reader and a fan. That's his "&lt;strong&gt;horny-i want to fuck a mice right now-and come inside of a cow's anus-face&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Mind my face though. I was high on 'K' that day. So you know the saying right, if you don't want to look like me or stupid, "Kids, stay away from drugs!", not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SWELm81Pn3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/RR2oubzcMgA/s1600-h/WEE!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287520201302056818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SWELm81Pn3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/RR2oubzcMgA/s320/WEE!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another one with him. Now showing his rather feminie and softer side. Opening of the mouth to show how deep and how much he can take without gagging. Me too. Only thing, I look cooler with Ray Bans and which makes me look less gay. Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Have a good week ahead people! Go to school and do your homework!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh and if you noticed ( unless you didn't or if you're blind ) I took the poll down because it was annoying me. I will put another one up again. So you can vote on it okay people with nostalgic moods?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287524663350394050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SWEPqrQd_MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9yxw49iQYJA/s320/NAH!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820351974501675629-3280748975188098702?l=askedquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/3280748975188098702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-is-everyone-feeling-nostalgic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/3280748975188098702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/3280748975188098702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-is-everyone-feeling-nostalgic.html' title='Why is everyone feeling &apos;Nostalgic&apos; nowadays? I also want! Mood: Nostalgic'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00412003432185370524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUOEaz-wNsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s3aDoefX2Yo/S220/100_0497.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SWENDvKnX2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/3MTMHNxsi3E/s72-c/ParkwayDrive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820351974501675629.post-7677540242368545572</id><published>2009-01-04T03:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T04:02:31.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I found out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before you read on. Please vote. It would mean a lot. And I mean, a-fucking-load.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay so I see most of you have made it to 2009. Well done! Pat your back, if your alone. And if your not, high 5 the people around you. If you don't feel like it then suck your thumb and listen to Miley Cyrus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's going to be a great and awesome year guys! I can feel it in my bones. I know it's going to be an awesome year because I want it too! You must want something real bad to get it, right? So feel it, feel that 2009 is going to be better, embrace it and breathe in the new air of 2009...okay, cut the fucking crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2009 is going to be great, period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am going to take my private O's if you must know. At some Orchard school thingy at &lt;em&gt;Telok Kurau. &lt;/em&gt;I don't know where the fuck it is so don't ask me. My mummy claims it to be near &lt;em&gt;Aljunied&lt;/em&gt;? Not sure. Can't trust woman with condoms and directions anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I want to go to BMC! Because I think it's reliable and better and trust worthy and because my friends are going there! So many of them! I don't want to go to some &lt;em&gt;Telok Kurau kuching kurap&lt;/em&gt; school which I don't even know of! I don't even know if it's good but my mummy wants me to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And I'm supposed to see the principal of the school on Monday! This coming Monday! TOMORROW! How? I really dont want too! Like I want BMC! I am so going to put on a show to fake how stupid I am so that the Orchard school principal won't accept me in! I'll put on my most stupidest and weirdest outfit on and make sure he doesn't accept me. Promise! We'll see how it works out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And if it does. I'm going to BMC. And if that doesn't work out. I already have a plan! I am going to Australia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Some of you may object and say no. And tell me not to waste time. And say that I really should take my O's because it's better and safer and whatever not. BUT! If I have no other choice. I am going to ITE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am going to take some Nitec in Marine course because I have &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;kind of interest in that line. Note the &lt;em&gt;italics &lt;/em&gt;for some. This is because it's very little. And plus you may ask, "You can't take Higher Nitec Courses is it Zach?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And I'll say NO! This is so, because I didn't make the cut for 20 points and below for 5 subjects. I got 21. Fucking unlucky. Please stab me...now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I hate Singapore's education. It's so tough. I hate it. I want to run away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Stay strong. Stay positive. 2009 is going to be a better year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;With that settled I have left to blog with work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Work is great, period. I love it. Frisk 'n' Romp is the ultimate slack job and the sexiest job! Nothing else can beat it. Not even Mcdonald's!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not that I've work there before and never will. It's just that I hear and read from &lt;em&gt;lians&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;minahs&lt;/em&gt; that it &lt;em&gt;issh veh slacks lor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Rihanna the sex too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Something I found on the net. For your entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rules Guys Wish Women Knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. If you think you are fat, you probably are. Do not ask us. We refuse to answer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ouch. Sorry the truth got to hurt like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Blog soon. Sorry if this post is shitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;P.s: Remember to vote! Then maybe I would be able to blog more often!&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/5820351974501675629-7677540242368545572?l=askedquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/7677540242368545572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-i-found-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/7677540242368545572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/7677540242368545572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-i-found-out.html' title='Something I found out'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00412003432185370524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUOEaz-wNsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s3aDoefX2Yo/S220/100_0497.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820351974501675629.post-673106320992175009</id><published>2009-01-04T02:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:55:57.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Three things are certain: Death, taxes and lost data. Guess which has occurred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820351974501675629-673106320992175009?l=askedquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/673106320992175009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2009/01/test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/673106320992175009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/673106320992175009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2009/01/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00412003432185370524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUOEaz-wNsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s3aDoefX2Yo/S220/100_0497.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820351974501675629.post-4991255553079986591</id><published>2009-01-01T02:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:51:05.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This entry shall be short and sharp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Year to everyone out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope everyone has a blessed New Year. I hope life has good things installed out there for everyone. This is a fresh start so make the best out of it! Fuck the past move forward. This is it, this is the year we're going to prove to ourselves that we are worth much more than we think we are. Don't let people be pushing you around this year. Because this year is the Ox year. So stand strong, stand your ground. Don't falter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Loads to blog about but first I need to settle my life. Fo shizzle yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820351974501675629-4991255553079986591?l=askedquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/4991255553079986591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/4991255553079986591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/4991255553079986591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009!'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00412003432185370524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUOEaz-wNsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s3aDoefX2Yo/S220/100_0497.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820351974501675629.post-4614462076447946294</id><published>2008-12-24T20:21:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T03:07:51.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas yo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay let me start out with this post by saying that this post marks the 10th post of the month and of the year. Yay! Feel my joy through my penis, bitch! Yessah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay, next I want to wish Joel Ryan Chua a very big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 16th Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Next, I want to wish a very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt; to every single one out there in this World, no matter your race, language or religion! And colour. And size of your penis or boobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At this time of the year we're all family really. It doesn't matter the colour of your skin or language you speak. We're all one. So get into the festive mood, put on your Christmas hat, play some Boney M songs, drink some spiked egg nog and lets put on our carolling voices and go Christmas carolling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh ya, only we're living in Singapore so minus the Christmas carolling. Then let's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;go clubbing or partying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm feeling better already so that's why you see, I'm blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday was Joel's birthday. And we had planned a suprised birthday party for him. It got screwed because he found out. I forgot how he found out but anyway he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was suppose to be like the whole bunch of us meeting at 10 PM at Gardens and slowly make our way to Tavistock Park ( is that how you spell it? ) and wait for Joel and some of the rest to get back from town. They were doing some last minute Christmas shopping you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I met the bunch at like 9 or so PM and most of them weren't there yet so we waited. Thana, looked sad so I asked him what happened. He told me his brother just met an accident. Like 30 minutes ago. And I was like OMG! It was pretty bad because he was sent to the hospital and he sustained like really major injuries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He was hit by a taxi if you must know. And he wasn't on any vehicle, he was crossing the road. And the fucking taxi driver was speeding and he beat the red light. What a fucking &lt;em&gt;mofo &lt;/em&gt;that taxi driver is. Thana wanted to go to the hospital to see his brother but his mum made him stay out because she didn't want him to see his brother in a such a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I can't remember exactly what kind of injuries he sustained but just keep him in your prayers alright? It's such a pity it happened during Christmas and the year is ending too. He won't be able to celebrate it with his family but atleast if he recovers faster it would be so much better for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So pretty much the day or rather night, started out kinda shitty for one of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We headed to Tavistock afterwards. With Joel knowing the suprise already of course. So we waited for his sister and her boyfriend to get the cake. It was already 11.30 PM so we hanged out and took some pictures while waiting for the cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It started out with a little of us taking photo's but as soon as they saw the camera was out everyone started jumping in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283349454509646946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVI6ViRNJGI/AAAAAAAAABc/ItJGfn2ElLY/s320/IMG_2030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283349464659108674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVI6WIFBo0I/AAAAAAAAABs/bYO8tx3eJHc/s320/IMG_2037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283349471942755234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVI6WjNlQ6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/uLt0wIGiGcY/s320/IMG_2054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283349468032779458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVI6WUpXxMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/G5MUBYBy6-o/s320/IMG_2045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are more than just this few on top mind you. It's just that blogger's being a pain so I'm not about to put all up cause there's loads to upload!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway the next few were like picture's of Na'im and I teaching a few of them how to do a spin kick. And Gen teaching us how to dance. And some random shots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All in bulb mode. I thought it would be cool like that. And it is cool like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283353350496791010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVI94T87KeI/AAAAAAAAACE/z4qmDGu-Ij0/s320/IMG_2060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283353358136978530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVI94wafLGI/AAAAAAAAACU/ww_pXTrDlqo/s320/IMG_2065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283353353878229458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVI94gjH0dI/AAAAAAAAACM/TSk1L_EZH9E/s320/IMG_2064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283353363470242946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVI95ESCVII/AAAAAAAAACc/5PNQBVZHWtI/s320/IMG_2067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh and I forgot to add it was in black and white! Tee hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeap. And the next few are of me trying to get the whole bunch of guys to take a group photo. Asking the girl's were easier. Only thing was, we only took one group picture of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283356737592000658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVJA9d3WgJI/AAAAAAAAACs/7wUNUBQ9jFQ/s320/IMG_2080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283356743912557650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVJA91aSjFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kIj2nPBLHVM/s320/IMG_2082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283356752841641906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVJA-WrJj7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ARNGSISoVPg/s320/IMG_2083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283356763995084402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVJA_AOVlnI/AAAAAAAAADM/Mj3AtBrNRyM/s320/IMG_2085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283356755575246082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVJA-g25DQI/AAAAAAAAADE/As_QaHyGD-E/s320/IMG_2084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283365787249109922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVJJMOdva6I/AAAAAAAAADU/Fm_2wPHuS_0/s320/IMG_2086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283365788485987906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVJJMTEorkI/AAAAAAAAADc/7G1l3WRWG_U/s320/IMG_2087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283365795414664866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVJJMs4j5qI/AAAAAAAAADk/YVbwATp_T4E/s320/IMG_2088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283365798497808770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVJJM4Xo8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/iK_77J_RyXU/s320/IMG_2089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283365811575216738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVJJNpFiWmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Afb9LTXKdgc/s320/IMG_2090.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVJ6aCokFYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4GA71IkvEgc/s1600-h/IMG_2118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283419878272835090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVJ6YvOwnhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DaFWoa0mi6Y/s320/IMG_2091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283419882724889778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVJ6Y_0NlLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1LLNDlqhynY/s320/IMG_2093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283419889029649010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVJ6ZXTYknI/AAAAAAAAAEM/p5wHIJ6sKik/s320/IMG_2096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283427038450402466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVKA5g-HxKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/pGe44aGWtfQ/s320/IMG_2131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That's the group photo's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We didn't take the whole big bunch of us because it was getting hectic. And everyone wasn't listening so that was no point, really. I think Joel's sister took a picture of the whole bunch of us. If I can find it I'll put it up here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, soon after the cake came! With Joel's sister and her boyfriend and Joel's mum! Here are the picture's of it and of Joel with the cake!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283419894820237826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVJ6Zs398gI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EdNjRJXddpg/s320/IMG_2117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283419900661208450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVJ6aCokFYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4GA71IkvEgc/s320/IMG_2118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283427025801363090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVKA4x2WvpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vOPv4MaNtQY/s320/IMG_2119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283427031312992674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVKA5GYbiaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VE1PMnMyo48/s320/IMG_2120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283427034313393570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVKA5RjyBaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vEUnZD_stxc/s320/IMG_2121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well that's it! And that's the birthday boy Joel Ryan Chua! Happy 16th birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I can't believe it. It freaking took me 6 hours to blog! It's alr 2.51 AM in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And 2 AM conversation results in -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nat says:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i see cute babies i feel like killing them&lt;br /&gt;Zachary says:&lt;br /&gt;pretty much&lt;br /&gt;nat says:&lt;br /&gt;I DUNNO WHYYY&lt;br /&gt;Zachary says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAAH!&lt;br /&gt;Zachary says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf!&lt;br /&gt;nat says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Zachary says:&lt;br /&gt;why?!&lt;br /&gt;nat says:&lt;br /&gt;coz they too cute&lt;br /&gt;nat says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Zachary says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;nat says:&lt;br /&gt;i am kuku to da core&lt;br /&gt;Zachary says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And best picture goes too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283427042515943282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVKA5wHa_3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/rxnWasBq0lQ/s320/IMG_2110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please don't ask me what their intentions were I have no fucking idea. I have work today in the afternoon! I really need to sleep. See you when I see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Toodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820351974501675629-4614462076447946294?l=askedquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/4614462076447946294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/4614462076447946294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/4614462076447946294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-yo.html' title='Merry Christmas yo!'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00412003432185370524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUOEaz-wNsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s3aDoefX2Yo/S220/100_0497.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SVI6ViRNJGI/AAAAAAAAABc/ItJGfn2ElLY/s72-c/IMG_2030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820351974501675629.post-7579905648422735192</id><published>2008-12-21T00:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:52:37.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I use to know you so well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have Decode by Paramore on repeat. That's what I'm listening to right now, it's depressing me more than I already feel. But it's nice. Twilight is nice. So is Paramore. I love Paramore. Hayley. Ahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I apologise for the messy post right before this one here. There were a lot of things going through my head when I was doing that post, I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There were some things I wanted to say but I couldn't get it out because I kept thinking about the next paragraph and what were the events that followed. This shows that I can't manage heavy news. Intense news. I should try to master it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, from now on I shall slowly list things out and get things out of head, heart, nose ( not funny ) calmly and slowly. So it would be accurate and funnier and worth your time reading. This concludes that I really need my own laptop! Anyone nice enough to get one for me? Maybe I should do a donation drive on getting a laptop! What an idea. I shall work something out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My nose is still hurting. My eyes are actually dry. I'm not too sure why. Something's honestly bugging me but I really don't know what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;HELP ME! I think I'm going crazy! I need help. I need to get away from things, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Like the results is still a big blow to me, my nose hurts like crazy mad today and something else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just can't seem to find it. This "something". It is making me lose my head. I can't quite fit anything that could possibly be it. Damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll blog when I know what's bugging me and don't worry I haven't forgotten about our promise on Christmas lightings. I won't forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh well. Get well soon for me and have a nice weekend people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281916829458950690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SU0jXyEO6iI/AAAAAAAAABU/nognwQW_xjw/s320/IMG_1692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820351974501675629-7579905648422735192?l=askedquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/7579905648422735192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-use-to-know-you-so-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/7579905648422735192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/7579905648422735192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-use-to-know-you-so-well.html' title='I use to know you so well'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00412003432185370524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUOEaz-wNsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s3aDoefX2Yo/S220/100_0497.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SU0jXyEO6iI/AAAAAAAAABU/nognwQW_xjw/s72-c/IMG_1692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820351974501675629.post-3203850784939268485</id><published>2008-12-20T14:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:38:06.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweatfest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***This blog entry is messy, I know. And I'm too lazy to check if there's any spelling error or broken sentence structure. So bare with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sweatfest was awesome! Yes it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, technically it's Metalfest but I'd like to call it Sweatfest because of the amount of sweat discharged yesterday. I swear it could have been used for Newater. We do recycle our water right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll like to tell you something. Something that I never thought could happen to me. Something that only seem to happen in movies. And it all happened yesterday, on the 19th of December 2008 at Swe...Metalfest. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Let me go back in time to about 6 in the morning and try to figure out what wrong did I do, for such a very, very misfortune. You can help me as I go through yesterday's event. Are you ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://forums.biorust.com/attachments/adobe-photoshop/1420d1196462116-concentric-circles-circles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I woke up at 6 AM. Due to my alarm going off. I had set my alarm at 6 the night before because Emmi was coming over early in the morning. I thought it was still too early so I changed the time to 7.30 AM. So I toss and turn about in bed. Thinking about the long and tiring day ahead. All it took was 5 minutes of thinking and I was back into my deep sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not long afterwards with what seem like only 10 minutes, my alarm rang. This time I knew I had to get out of bed if I wanted some action with Emmi. You know, what couples do behind close doors and all that jingle. Minus the sex of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( See anything that I did that could cause a misfortune yet? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So I got up. Did the usual routine of 30 sit-ups, 30 push-ups and 30 diamond push-ups. Scratch my balls a bit. It was itching. Took my towel off from the chair. I took quite long to bathe because I needed to shave my facial hair that was growing like I was cast away on some island and Emmi hates it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Though I find myself quite, hot with it. I'll take a picture of myself with facial hair one day and show it to you readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well I finished bathing in 30 minutes. So it was already 8 AM by the time I got out. First thing I did after I got out was I called Emmi. I asked her where she was and she said she was walking under my block. So I didn't have anytime to wear my boxers. I waited by the door with my towel for my sexy girlfriend to come knocking on the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So she knocked on the door. And I opened it. I let her in and lead her to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;room. I asked her to wait inside while I changed. Than...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 537px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lekowicz.com/library/images/censored_stance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay we didn't do what you ugly people think we did OKAY! I think the picture is disturbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We left at 10.30 AM because I had to be Andrew's place to jam one last time before we go to the studio to officially jam, jam. To Andrew's it was. Nothing really happened there besides the fact that I kept irritating Ashley and Wilfred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was quite anxious about 4.30 PM because that's the time we were going to play. We were suppose to jam at Paradiz ( I heard it's not called that anymore, is it true? Can someone get back to me with this, Thanks! ) because we can get a discount because Ashley knows the Auntie over there. Unfortunately, it doesn't open until 1 PM. And we had to jam because we haven't jam, jam in the studio yet. First misfortune of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Na'im found us a studio. Beat Merchants anyone? Luckily it was near where we were gonna play our show at, or we thought so. Yeah. We went there to jam anyways. We reached Bugis at 1.30 PM and that was bad. Real bad because we had to be at Odio Crib before 3 PM to collect the tickets and sound check and all that jingle. Second misfortune of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It said so on the Map that Odio Crib was near Bugis village and Beat Merchants was at Bugis. So me being me thought that we could actually walk all the way there. Nope. Wrong. It was far. Third misfortune of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We finished jamming at 3.10 PM and Andrew received a message from the organisers saying that if we're not there before 3 PM our presale tickets for everyone that we booked for were going to be sold to another band or something like that. I can't really remember what it was but it was along those lines. Fourth misfortune of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So after we paid for our jamming we rushed all the way down and separated ourselves. Andrew, Ashley and Na'im took a cab down to Odio Crib because they didn't want to waste time. And to get the tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I on the other hand with the others, Jaysee, Wilfred and dearest Emmi told them that we could walk. Opps. Fifth misfortune of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyways, we didn't manage to walk because we were lazy and it was fucking hot. So we too cabbed down to Odio Crib. We met up the rest outside Nafa Campus 3, I think it was? Because the damn taxi driver didn't know where 261 Bencoolen Street was. Sixth misfortune of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We were still lost because we didn't know where the fuck Odio Crib was. Luckily Guyrence, one of the organisers was nice enough to pick us up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My God. You wouldn't believe where Odio Crib was if I told you! It was fucking high! Yes high! And so &lt;em&gt;ulu-ated&lt;/em&gt;. Like no one would think it would be there but it fucking was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To add on to that I thought Odio Crib was big. But it was small! It was a freaking jamming studio! We were going to perform in a fucking jamming studio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.superpouvoir.com/Team/JayWicky/WTF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That was my exact reaction and so was everyone else's! I lost count of how many misfortune's I had already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We waited outside and talked about how much of a shithole the place was and all that jingle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Not long after that it was our turn to play and I was excited. A bit scared I won't lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So everything when according to plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Job for a cowboy's Day in black headlining our show. Andrew did that song alone because I couldn't memorize the lyrics. So up next was Parkway Drive's Boneyards and I went up! I was excited. Yay! Everything was smooth. 3rd song was Emmure's 10 signs you should leave and that cool too. Because everyone was moving. 4th song was I killed the prom queen's Your shirt would look better with a colombian necktie. Yeah and that's where it all begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was in the middle of the song where Na'im was doing the solo and I felt strange. I felt the need to jump at the end of the song into the pit and just throw a little 1 2. So I waited patiently for the breakdown to start. And then it began. So I moved closer to the pit. I saw Na'im put down his guitar because we made a plan to go down for this breakdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So it started. Everyone moving, kicking, punching. I was moving, kicking, punching. I felt blows. Soft ones. And then this hard one hit my face. It was fucking hard I will not lie. I stumbled backwards and I lost control of my body. My vision got blur and all I wanted to do was hit back, harder. So I did. Then the noise stop. I moved back infront to grab the microphone for the final song but my face seemed very wet. Unusually wet. I heard noises again. Not from the amplifiers but from everyone. Wilfred was standing beside me and he was pointed at my face. I looked at my hands and they were covered in blood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;( Sounds so movie-like! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was shocked. Wilfred shouted something, I coundn't hear after I saw the blood. I was too stunned. The next thing I knew ( I didn't faint ) Na'im was pulling me out. My brother was pulling me out too. Jon Wan was infront of me. The organiser, Guyrence was tagging along. I heard a fucking hell lot of noises and I wanted it to stop damn bad. I saw my friends Charles at the door. He said something like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Charles: Eh Zach ( with a smile on his face and then he looked closer ) EH ZACH! Your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Me: I know, hardcore hardcore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yeah. I said something like that I think. I can't remember! Everything was a blur. Than I heard Emmi's voice shouting am I alright. It was so chaotic! Everything was climaxing and blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Next thing I know someone was handing me a can of ice lemon tea. It was fucking refreshing I tell you. I felt better after drinking it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And when I came to my senses and looked around me. Everyone, I mean literally everyone was surrouding me and shouting, Zach are you okay? Zach are you okay? Your nose? How? Can or not? Want anything else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I never felt so loved before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I bled. Through my nose. I never thought I would, ever. I thought it only happened in movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So that's that. It was a pretty intense set, show and day. It ended off on a right note. So I'm grateful for that. And nothing broke. So that's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;See you, around. I'm feeling a bit annoyed right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820351974501675629-3203850784939268485?l=askedquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/3203850784939268485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweatfest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/3203850784939268485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/3203850784939268485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweatfest.html' title='Sweatfest'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00412003432185370524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUOEaz-wNsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s3aDoefX2Yo/S220/100_0497.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820351974501675629.post-9207060345778531092</id><published>2008-12-18T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:31:24.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUpzqI-9XZI/AAAAAAAAABM/Y9BGOmJJeOY/s1600-h/IMG_2029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281160680848579986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUpzqI-9XZI/AAAAAAAAABM/Y9BGOmJJeOY/s320/IMG_2029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't want to talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820351974501675629-9207060345778531092?l=askedquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/9207060345778531092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-want-to-talk-about-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/9207060345778531092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/9207060345778531092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-want-to-talk-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00412003432185370524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUOEaz-wNsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s3aDoefX2Yo/S220/100_0497.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUpzqI-9XZI/AAAAAAAAABM/Y9BGOmJJeOY/s72-c/IMG_2029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820351974501675629.post-3296731931826301025</id><published>2008-12-16T10:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:31:24.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time is now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I come up with the most stupid things known to men. I can swear to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the previous header before this was of New York city? ( Atleast I think it was ) With the caption of "How many sides does a circle have?" I mean seriously, a circle is a circle is a circle is a circle. How much dumber can I get? And I not only come up with the most stupid things known to men, I make myself look stupid! OMG! What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now the header is "OMG! It's asked!" Don't ask me how I came up with that. However, I really think my header "creation" is pretty, rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. You read it right, I made it by myself! What? You don't think I did it by myself?! Well, I did it all by myself! I'm the man, no, I'm THE man of my own hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's that. You dig? Then comment. The tagboard is for chatting with other users. Comments are for me to reply to you. You comment, I reply. We build a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;repo&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry if I sound harsh. I just think getting comments are so much cooler. Please stab me and tell me I'm dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results out soon. I'm scared yet excited. I can't wait to go back to school actually, to see all my friends that I have not seen for so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OMG! I just realised!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; There's so many of them I have not seen for so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like ever since the holidays started I haven't been able to keep in contact with so many people! Okay, I'm not about to list the names down because I don't want to be a bad friend and leave out some that I may have already forgotten. I hope you don't get mad! I love you guys! In a non-gay way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is around the corner! I can't wait! I love the decorations around town! Have you seen them yet? Of course you have. The people who put them up are more &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt; than I am. Obviously they couldn't wait for Christmas more than I could because they put them up way before December. Like in the early weeks of November if I can remember correctly. Talk about &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;kiasu-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I promise pictures of the decorated Orchard road, soon! When I get back my camera from Na'im and when Emmi is free! Or whoever is interested in following me to town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the most frequent asked question people ask during Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, correct. That question in your head. Keep it there. I'm going to tell YOU what I want for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes. It's not a lot. Just a hand few, you know. Like 3 or 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://tech2.in.com/media/images/2008/Aug/img_79911_lenovo-s10.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://mediamentalism.com/imageSnag/120-4869debb5ef1a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't seem to find this next item anywhere on the web. So here's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nike.com.sg/windrunner/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://www.highsnobiety.com/uploads/RTEmagicC_vans_chukkalo.jpg.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, that sums up most of the things I want for Christmas, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wonder who's gonna get them for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go. I gotta be at Andrew's house at 12 for jamming because Metalfest is in 3 days! And I haven't bathe and it's already 11.32 AM! How the fuck am I suppose to reach there by 12! I'm screwed, ten times over. In a non-gay way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lzHwRcOsDNw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lzHwRcOsDNw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&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/5820351974501675629-3296731931826301025?l=askedquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/3296731931826301025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-is-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/3296731931826301025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/3296731931826301025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-is-now.html' title='The time is now'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00412003432185370524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUOEaz-wNsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s3aDoefX2Yo/S220/100_0497.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820351974501675629.post-5590773364630540155</id><published>2008-12-14T19:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:31:24.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1. I want...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am really, really bored. I'm hungry to be exact and very, very bored. I know I said I won't blog but I have no choice. I really don't. Because if I don't, I am going to die. Die of boredom. And of starvation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There's Superman on the television right now, but it's boring! It is only, because I find Superman utterly, weak. He's not exactly "made of steel" or so to speak. I mean he can run real fast, fly, x-ray vision blah blah blah but he falls to his knees at the sight of kryptonite. No, seriously dude. It's like a piece of rock that is non-existent and it's not even listed on the fucking periodic table! Jesus! Superman is weak, period. Oh, the irony!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I hate the idea of Clark Kent too. His identity is so stupid. He fucking puts on his fake, imitation Ray Ban glasses during the day and at night he is fucking around in a red cape saving people. And the best part it's only always Louis Lane. And I don't fucking get it why has she got to be the only one with problems and evil people after her! Is she the only one with major problems here? We're in this together people! If the villain happens to attack the World he so had to take Louis Lane together with him to fucking spike Superman. Like we don't need any saving too?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;HELLO! Falling building between 44th and 45th Street dude. Help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So anyways, it's December if you haven't quite noticed. I didn't noticed because the holidays seemed to zoom past so fucking fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay before I go on, look at her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i153/thisisjunk/Aishwarya_Rai26.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aishwarya Rai is the fucking sex. I think she is so damn fucking pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, I'm going to eat now. See you when I see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820351974501675629-5590773364630540155?l=askedquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/5590773364630540155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/1-i-want.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/5590773364630540155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/5590773364630540155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/1-i-want.html' title='1. I want...'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00412003432185370524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUOEaz-wNsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s3aDoefX2Yo/S220/100_0497.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820351974501675629.post-3865072787036191567</id><published>2008-12-14T18:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:31:24.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be there or be squared</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUTnrkDKuBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6P48kbxzuoc/s1600-h/MetalFest+Pt+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279599398782416914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUTnrkDKuBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6P48kbxzuoc/s320/MetalFest+Pt+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820351974501675629-3865072787036191567?l=askedquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/3865072787036191567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/metalfest-part-1-odio-crib-studio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/3865072787036191567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/3865072787036191567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/metalfest-part-1-odio-crib-studio.html' title='Be there or be squared'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00412003432185370524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUOEaz-wNsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s3aDoefX2Yo/S220/100_0497.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUTnrkDKuBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6P48kbxzuoc/s72-c/MetalFest+Pt+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820351974501675629.post-1820530497507420977</id><published>2008-12-14T16:04:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:31:24.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How would I know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm officially, boring. I have nothing to do. I've been up since 10 AM and I have nothing to do! Nothing at all. Nada. This cannot be happening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So anyways, I'm searching the net for hot, spicy gossips on celebrity's. Anything of that sort that I can get my hands on actually. We all know Perez Hilton all too well already and he is the most updated person when it comes to juicy gossips on celebrity's. I'm trying to get myself on some too. And I think it's actually working you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was on my Internet browser home page. ( I prefer using Mozilla but my mummy didn't download that browser as she is not so up to date with the Internet and she doesn't trust me with downloading stuff because the last time I did that I got her laptop up in a jingle with viruses, random, sorry, it's my blog actually I don't have to apologise, just read on ) Which so happens to be MSN's home page, or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was pretty sure there were news on celebs on MSN's home page because it is, afterall my home page and I should rather know, more or less whether it contains such 'entertainment'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well guess what? It did have such entertainment. It even said so on the header.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Entertainment News &amp;amp; Gossip'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I kid you not my dear readers. Go seach your brower for MSN news. Or if your home page is already set on MSN then you should see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm amaze, because now I know I can trust MSN with good, juicy celebrity gossips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So then, I clicked on it. I clicked on the news on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Macaulay Culkin's sister dies'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's tragic, I will not lie. I pity her because for one, she died at a very young age and secondly MSN news makes her death sound pathetic. I mean when you're a celebrity you would want to die in the most awesome-est way possible right? I mean take Heath for example. I adore him. I love him when he was acting in the Dark Knight. And I love the way he died. Over dose on drugs. How cool is that? I want to get last minutes spasms while high on, lets say, ecstacy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No, of course I'm kidding. I don't do drugs. I want to die in my sleep with a wet dream. Now, that's something to talk about when I die. And it will be all over the news. Even Perez Hilton would want to cover my story for the next month. Like what was the dream I had before I died and all that jingle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But of course I need to be a celebrity first. Dang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So here's the article on the part of how she died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Dakota, 29, was walking along the side of the street in Los Angeles on Tuesday (09.12.08) when she stepped off the curb and was struck by a moving vehicle.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I let out a tiny laughter. No? You don't see the humour in it? Read it again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay. Let us not get too carried away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The other thing I want to talk about is her brother who is still living. I think he is gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://upload.moldova.org/movie/actors/m/macaulay_culkin/thumbnails/tn2_macaulay_culkin_1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take a good look at him and take a good look at who he is dating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I let you on the jingle. You must first know that Mila Kunis has been my childhood crush since That 70's Show! I cannot believe, I cannot fucking believe she is going out with Macaulay Culkin. No! I cannot and I refuse to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://www.nemesismatrix.com/cybertron/transformers/mila_kunis_l7.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I refuse to blog any longer. I'm upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2006/startracks/060911/mila_kunis.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820351974501675629-1820530497507420977?l=askedquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/1820530497507420977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-would-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/1820530497507420977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/1820530497507420977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-would-i-know.html' title='How would I know?'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00412003432185370524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUOEaz-wNsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s3aDoefX2Yo/S220/100_0497.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820351974501675629.post-6144321935036565317</id><published>2008-12-14T04:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:31:24.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just finished bathing. Like at 4 AM in the freaking morning! I couldn't sleep! I was up watching stuff guys watch in the wee hours of the morning and I got bored. I actually got bored of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, first of all I really don't know how many men out there actually watch porn at this hour. I do know of some friends who actually wank as early as 7 AM in the morning. Like OMG! I'm asleep at that hour. Secondly, I got bored because I was video-hopping and I landed on this one particular video. It was a very old, retro video. I could tell by the way it was made. Very old school, budget recording kind of video thingy. Audio sucked, couldn't hear anything except for the wind. And I was amazed at myself that I was actually watching it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing registered into my clever mind until after 37 seconds into the video. There was this old gentleman getting it on with this young lady. That was fine with me. Because the old gentleman didn't actually look quite old from a distance and with the quality of the video. It was fine. I couldn't hear any moaning and that was just a turn off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The camera got nearer to the 2 hot, wet and steamy people. I wasn't ready for it but the camera zoomed right into the face of the man and I was shocked. Because he was really old. His man boobs were sagging, he was hairy, he had really, really white hair! He was so fat and the poor girl was like stick skinny! And he was sweating like some kind of disease not known to men, I fucking swear. And the best part of it, was him on top of the poor girl. I really wondered how she endured him. I was shocked beyond shocked. Then I got frightened and lastly I got disgusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The old gentleman, was really fucking old! Old enough to be your grandfather and the poor young lady was like 12 I could swear to you! She was freaking underage and she was getting it on with a man that could possibly be her great-grandfather who has been dead for like a century! OMG! I closed the video. I got sick. I still feel sick. I am traumatised. I'm never going to watch porn again. Yeah, right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay let's skip to the other parts of life and it's goodness that it can bring. Like, relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well to my dear girlfriend if your reading this right now! Cheers to you, cheers to me and cheers to us! I hope I've made you happy for this past 2 years we've been together. I really wish we will continue this blessed relationship that we're in right now. I can't stand not being with you for a day, fuck that, I can't stand not hearing your voice for a day. I need you by my side. I hope the days installed ahead for us will be blessed with many love stories and happy times for us to tell each other when we're lying beneath a night sky just star gazing and counting our blessings. I love you. I love you. I love you. And I will see you tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CVzH92QEdIQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CVzH92QEdIQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820351974501675629-6144321935036565317?l=askedquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/6144321935036565317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/cheers-to-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/6144321935036565317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/6144321935036565317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/cheers-to-us.html' title='Cheers to us'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00412003432185370524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUOEaz-wNsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s3aDoefX2Yo/S220/100_0497.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820351974501675629.post-7403296552092040722</id><published>2008-12-13T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:31:24.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I made this myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just testing this cool new blog of mine I made. I will post a lot of cool and interesting things. Don't you worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820351974501675629-7403296552092040722?l=askedquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/7403296552092040722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-made-this-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/7403296552092040722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5820351974501675629/posts/default/7403296552092040722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askedquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-made-this-myself.html' title='I made this myself'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00412003432185370524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9p5bqaXar0/SUOEaz-wNsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s3aDoefX2Yo/S220/100_0497.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
