<?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-4410988288339036672</id><updated>2011-12-27T11:08:46.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Fuckable~~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-746669339834814257</id><published>2011-06-13T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:38:35.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiocy in Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;These are the current trends in facebook:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. There are just too many fucking Fashion Sales going on tagging every single human being they can get, thus all I see on my wall is people being tagged by which fashion house (and most of them does not even scream close to fashionable!) and stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honey, I know it is hell lot cheaper, but how trustable it can be? I can go to China, take back some cancer-causing GORGEOUS dresses, and sell them to you for RM20 per dress. And you will be happily clicking the dress one by one and you will be buying 20 cancer-causing dresses from me and I will happily say "Post-free" to you. Besides, I really don't understand how people can buy things WITHOUT checking your product, literally. Well, we can put aside those with RM 10, 20 pricing, but what about those &amp;gt;RM80, 100? You spend that lot to buy something you only see on the monitor screen? Jesus, thick-brains...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. There are way too many fucking stupid posts about "If this guy treats you like this, you should marry him" or "How to get your ex-bf/gf to love you back" or "Why girls can tahan guys" or "Why guys need girls" or "Love is better than Sex" or........ Conclusion, "Love Advice".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, you wasted your time reading them, wait, do you apply them all? If you do, congratulations! You have the man/woman of your life, happily together, sorting out problems and fights using the knowledges you got from those posts, understand each other, cherish each other, and you probably have a very fucking good life/lover aledi. Because, if you don't, YOU ARE A FUCKING MISERABLE HUMAN BEING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get a FUCKING LIFE! If you have a bf/gf, quit reading those rubbish written by pea-brains who probably watched too much Taiwan/Korean dramas of portraying unrealistic life which the percentage of happening is merely near to zero! AND START KNOWING THE PERSON BESIDE YOU! If any of those posts help, there will be no more miserable human! DUH, use your fucking brains!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. And what's with the "please help me like this page, and like this pic" thing? How am I suppose to like sumthing I'm not even remotely aroused to??? And when I see someone who doesn't talk to me for ages (or strangers whom I just simply added) talks to me, I thought hey he/she wants to be my fren, and next two lines from them are "help me like this and this" =.=... Fuck, get a life! Create accounts and go like yourself dumbasss!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I'm told to like this page (for example a female fashion page), and like this picture of a girl/guy with a very I-WAN-TO-PUNCH-YOUR-FUCK-FACE face. This is gonna win a competition? An Ipad? A grand prize? Wait, come to think of it, people aledi trade his liver for iPad, why not these all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This whole "like my page" thing is stupid, is a symbolization of how generations nowadays have degraded! Take a real competition for instead. Those people win because they have more people to "like" them. You can sing like a toad, but if you have a very very very very perfect figure, you might win. Your friends will demand people they know to like you, and the people will demand other people to like you. Ok, so what's the point of the competition? Why not we have a "WHO LIKE YOU THE MOST" competition?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fucking lifeless people! Ok, fine, you won. You got the prize. Then? Nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. There are also alot of those fucking arseholes "How to become rich" and "Sexy baby" tags. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if you aledi had become rich by following the "How to become rich" method, or you are promoting a speech or sumthg, please, send me RM 100,000 and I will believe you! And I will go to your whatsoever speech and schemes and stuffs! It should be renamed "How to make YOU rich by teaching us how to become rich".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And those "Sexy baby" tags. Ello, there are thousands of porn sites around, please post your pic there, or do you need my help? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHORES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. And sometimes what amaze me is, there are people who have billions of friends in their profile friend list, and they are not afraid to share everything in their wall. One day when I turn bad, I'm gonna target these peabrains~  XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-746669339834814257?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/746669339834814257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=746669339834814257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/746669339834814257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/746669339834814257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2011/06/idiocy-in-facebook.html' title='Idiocy in Facebook'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-3291092399348415735</id><published>2011-04-28T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:30:19.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please go die you fucking asshole~</title><content type='html'>S**n L*h, please go die, your death will be sooo fucking appreciated by me~ &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCKING GO DIE~! Fuck you, fuck your whole clan, fuck you from the tip of your hair to your toe, fuck please get killed soon, fuck please get murdered now, fuck please go to heaven now... If you dun wan to die, FUCKING GO AWAY AND STAY OUT FROM MY LIFE~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-3291092399348415735?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/3291092399348415735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/3291092399348415735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2011/04/please-go-die-you-fucking-asshole.html' title='Please go die you fucking asshole~'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-7765217648592609019</id><published>2011-03-27T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T16:06:02.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration, so don't read</title><content type='html'>I'm in a super fucked up mood now. I dunno the exact word for it, but I just feel so frustrated and angry and sad and so fucking fucking annoyed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mood is so bad I can't even get myself to sleep. It is burning outside. LITERALLY burning. Sun fucking high and fucking hot up the sky. And the pigs all fucking come out from their fucking house to do I-dunno-what-the-fuck-they-are-doing. It is hot, and the female pigs literally wear tudungs, why aren't they die because of heat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I got too emotional, I attacked a certain race, which should not happen, I'm sorry, I apologize. It is just too fucking annoying now, that I don't even know what the fuck I am doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck, why the fuck it is so hard for me to take a good picture? I can have all the creativity creating a nice image, nice illustration, but I simply couldn't take a nice composed picture. Not at least in other people's vision. If I take my own pictures, I can take them good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say I'm not a camera person. I do not like walking around searching for a nice scenery to click the shutter button. If it is a trip, everyone walking around, having fun, and take pictures at the same time, it is ok. I JUST DON'T LIKE WALKING BLINDLY FOR A PICTURE I DON'T EVEN KNOW EXISTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially under hot sun. And you have to arrange those fucking fucked up bags to look nice. Which take time, and energy, and concentration. Fuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna fuck more, and those fucks will be in my private blog. FUCK. Fuck everyone! FUCK. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-7765217648592609019?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/7765217648592609019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=7765217648592609019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/7765217648592609019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/7765217648592609019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2011/03/frustration-so-dont-read.html' title='Frustration, so don&apos;t read'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-6221251249116717166</id><published>2011-03-15T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T13:39:20.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck You</title><content type='html'>I'm in a super fucked up mood today... If cough/flu disease is soooo fucking easily spread, then my whole family and my whole bunch of friends would have all blasted by the disease dy~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blame ur USELESS body, dun blame me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-6221251249116717166?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/6221251249116717166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=6221251249116717166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/6221251249116717166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/6221251249116717166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2011/03/fuck-you.html' title='Fuck You'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-3347063951986636334</id><published>2011-01-12T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T16:55:44.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbalanced Again~</title><content type='html'>有时候听这些人说话，真的会死～&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-3347063951986636334?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/3347063951986636334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=3347063951986636334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/3347063951986636334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/3347063951986636334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2011/01/unbalanced-again.html' title='Unbalanced Again~'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-7159344978726167763</id><published>2011-01-10T16:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T16:59:23.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Places for Photography</title><content type='html'>I found this list of places for photography in someone's blog, I find it SUPER useful.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 25px; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: georgia; " &gt;Putrajaya - landscape, night, portraits&lt;br /&gt;Bukit gasing - landscape, Bug hunting&lt;br /&gt;Pusat Sains Negara at Bukit Kiara -Architecture shots&lt;br /&gt;Guthrie Pavillion at Bukit Jelutong, Shah Alam - Architecture shots&lt;br /&gt;KLCC - Architecture shots&lt;br /&gt;KLIA - landscape, nigh shots&lt;br /&gt;French village, colmar tropicale, Bukit tinggi there - portraits, landscape&lt;br /&gt;KL ktm station - portrait, old skool shots&lt;br /&gt;Pudu jail area - portrait, street&lt;br /&gt;Central market - street photography,photojournalism&lt;br /&gt;Melaka 1 hour drive away - too many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 25px; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium; " &gt;Batu caves - people, abstract, photojournalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 25px; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium; " &gt;Lake gardens - Many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 25px; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium; " &gt;KL lookout point - Landscape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 25px; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium; " &gt;Broga Hill - HDR landscape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 25px; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium; " &gt;Desa Park City, Kepong - people, portraits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 25px; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium; " &gt;The curve - many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 25px; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium; " &gt;Bukit Jalil Stadium - architecture shots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 25px; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium; " &gt;KL back alley - Portraits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 25px; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;This is the link : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://tetleonphotography.blogspot.com/search/label/Places%20to%20Take%20Pictures"&gt;http://tetleonphotography.blogspot.com/search/label/Places%20to%20Take%20Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-7159344978726167763?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/7159344978726167763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=7159344978726167763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/7159344978726167763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/7159344978726167763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2011/01/places-for-photography.html' title='Places for Photography'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-8673979781245097257</id><published>2010-09-29T13:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T13:55:01.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>I'm so tire I dunno how to handle these anymore... I don't even know where is my limit... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never in a hundred I'd thought that I'll be in the situation I'm in now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;please go die.&lt;/span&gt; I don't care how you die, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;just die&lt;/span&gt;. I preferably kill you myself, but that would cost me my whole life. So I will pray that thunder hit you, car accident on you, rob and stab, fall down from balcony, have a fatal disease, brake out of control in highway, shoot by a mob, kill by a wild pig, tree trunk on you, house collapse, whatever! Anything,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; just die. Die die die! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dunno what the fuck I can do now. It is a whole lot of mess now. And it is not entirely my fault. Yea I know what people think, it is my fault. Every time something happens, it is Jason's fault. Since fucking many years ago. I'm cheap, I throw away those who appreciated me, and accepted those who thinks I'm a loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A, I don't even know wtf I'm talking now. I hate my job, I hate my colleagues, I hate that I hate them, I hate my fucking ex, I hate my stupidity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM NOT HAPPY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; And worse, every single unhappy things that happened, &lt;b&gt;ALL BECAUSE OF ME! &lt;/b&gt;And the only thing I did to make these all happened, was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'I hate my ex'.&lt;/span&gt; From that phrase everything elaborates into a mind map and eventually came to all these dramas, just because of I hate my ex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that wrong? Don't give me bullshits like "let it go la" or "drop it la, forget that person" sort of stuffs. If I can do it I already did, wtf do I need to wait so long? And some people, well maybe just one,  is just too stupid to grab that fact that&lt;b&gt; I HATE MY EX&lt;/b&gt;, and came closer to my circle, and caused all these dramas, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;AND I BET YOU ALL MY LIFE that that person WILL NEVER EVER THINK ANY BIT OF THESE IS HIS FAULT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can bet you too that he thinks it is &lt;b&gt;ALL MY FAULT.&lt;/b&gt; I caused it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck you. Really fuck you. Can't you stay out of my life? Is it that hard? What is it you want from me? So many fucking ppl in this whole wide world you could have been friend with you choose the one that I care most! Don't give me bullshits like 'everyone has their freedom to make friends'. You know better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it that I owe you? I know I'm being stupid but what is it that I owe you? My life? I know this is not your intention, but can't you at least be &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;CLEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;? You are the perfect nice good person around, everyone likes you, everyone loves you, you have class, you have looks, you have fame, you speak well, you are a clean nice person, you have hobbies, you have a life, you have families, nice friends, nice people around you all the time; you have nice smile, nice life, nice everything nice! You have every single factors that makes you the good person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm totally opposite of what you are. I have no class, no looks, no fame, no life, I don't speak in perfect tone and grammars, I'm from the lower class family, I'm not clean, I don't have alot of very nice friends, I'm not social-able, I'm bad-tempered, I speak foul languages, I have no manners, I have no brain, no dignity, nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have won, I can't never ever do the 'live better than your ex' phrase. Because in every aspects you have won over me, by heaven and hell. You are that somebody, and I'm that nobody! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could never win over you. This is the fact I've known since that day. I lose completely, and I have no intention to win. Please, go away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You all have no idea how painful this is. You think it is nothing, but you have no idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, this is not too much to ask...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-8673979781245097257?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/8673979781245097257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/8673979781245097257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2010/09/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-2153333201125529880</id><published>2010-09-29T12:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T12:26:28.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>什么风水，去死吧！</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;无聊到乱掰！！！连我几时换位子都要选日子？最好天天都是忌日，最好我的位子是六杀做那边会厄运滚滚！！！！他妈的信风水信到这样的程度不如一生一世对着你的风水位不要动！他妈的祖奶奶～～&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;你不如去叫个乞丐整天向他的风水位，看他会不会咸鱼翻身成为大富翁！！他妈的这些人脑袋都不知道装什么的！你要搞你们的死人风水自己搞就好啦！还要搞我？说我对这个方向健康？健康个屁！全身不舒服就有！都不知道哪一个死人神棍，你去死吧！死全家最好！你这么会算风水不见你大富大贵？不见你做世界富翁？他妈的自己改自己的就算，不要烦到别人可以吗？我爱怎样坐就怎样坐！关你奶奶爸爸六姨妈什么鬼屁事！我在家天天对着坏的方向又不见我有三长两短？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;一有不顺的事就怪风水，你不自己反省？无聊到…………！！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;你不会做事有风水有屁用？你不去外面跟人交际有人缘风水有屁用？用脑想都想到啦！白痴！！！！！&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/4410988288339036672-2153333201125529880?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/2153333201125529880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=2153333201125529880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/2153333201125529880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/2153333201125529880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='什么风水，去死吧！'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-1734138881772598472</id><published>2010-09-27T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T10:20:37.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I sincerely now wish you are DEAD~</title><content type='html'>So after so many years, you still manage to put a bomb in my life. 3rd time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not ur fault, definitely not ur fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please just go away. If u still dun go away I swear I'll personally kill you and I don't care whether this blog is going to end up in court onot!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-1734138881772598472?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/1734138881772598472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=1734138881772598472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/1734138881772598472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/1734138881772598472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-sincerely-now-wish-you-are-dead.html' title='I sincerely now wish you are DEAD~'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-5799287384019586078</id><published>2010-07-29T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T02:42:55.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I can stare at it for hours and never get any emotion.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I could really try to kill myself by just have a 0.0001 sec glimpse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, I want to cry. Not because of any reason, just simply wanna cry, release some stress I guess, long time didn't cry already, and recently there is just not one thing that moves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does the timing always wrong? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna release. Fuck~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-5799287384019586078?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/5799287384019586078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=5799287384019586078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/5799287384019586078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/5799287384019586078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2010/07/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-4774153503550883363</id><published>2010-06-08T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T12:45:58.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Frustration</title><content type='html'>This blog is actually not a blog anymore, it is more to 'personal frustration release diary'.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have nothing to blog, well yea I do, but I don't see the point... Everything you need to know is all in Facebook, where all status and pictures are updated there, no point doing it all over again here. Unless I link my blog to FB, which is the last thing I wanna do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is bad already when I found out that That-Fucking-Person&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;(Imma going to address this person onwards as TFP)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;is under my friends' FB friend list. I mean, I wanted and decided and actually did forget TFP, until the day TFP was brought back into my life indirectly. And ppl were starting to taunt me by going 'TFP here TFP there, which was hell, until I was actually immune about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I just merely hate the fact that TFP is actually affecting my life &lt;b&gt;INDIRECTLY, I MEAN COME ON!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TFP was fucking out of my life long time, period. Then, TFP somehow found a way to taunt my life, creating quarrels between me and friends, creating emos for me whenever I accidentally browsed through TFP face on my monitor screen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's worse is, the person who taunt me with TFP. Fake a smile, suspects come. Not faking anything, quarrels coming up. Frustrated about it, quarrel comes up too. Whatever respond I made, quarrels still come up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O I hate that TFP is breathing in the same earth with me, I hate that. I wish that fucking novel is with me now so I could write tons of curses into it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You indirectly still messing with my life is &lt;b&gt;DEFINITELY NOT YOUR FAULT&lt;/b&gt;, yes I understand that, and I'm just being extremely stupid here. But please, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;have you forgotten the last message I sent to you? On New Year Eve? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-4774153503550883363?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/4774153503550883363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=4774153503550883363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4774153503550883363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4774153503550883363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-frustration.html' title='Another Frustration'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-2341962648298168795</id><published>2010-05-14T13:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:45:33.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Frustration Release</title><content type='html'>I just feel I wanna be left alone in somewhere doing something without anyone beside me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is miserable, whoa, emo comes back after a vacation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I'm not even archiving anything. I have a nice job yea, I appreciate it, but this is not what I would want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emo flows like roller coaster now. One second I'm feeling like the saddest person in the world, the next minute I just want to fuck someone, then the next minute I wanna be on my bed hugging my pillow, then the next thing I just wanna kick something... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I want to FUCK someone. What the hell has me claiming a fan from company, has anything to do with you? I need the fan, I'm hot and stuffy at my office desk, and if you are too lazy to buy the fan and carry back, I can gladly do the favour myself. Instead you said, "We are moving soon, no need buy, bear for a while."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the new office is as stuffy as here, as half of the people in the office are terribly scare of coldness, I doubt that the air-con will be low, so IF it is still stuffy, Imma getting my fan no matter what!!! Try sit at my place from 9am to 5.30pm fucking moron!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't think I'm getting any respect here, or should I say, anywhere?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family raised me, they have the authority to DISrespect me or humiliate me whatever way they want, even though they didn't. My buddies knew me for ages, like YEARS, so they earned the rights to joke and laugh and ejek me whatever ways they prefer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people barely knew me for one year, and they could just point a finger at me and say 'my personality is so so so, bla bla bla'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot one thing, they said a hell lot more than they should, including a long essay-ish speech about my personality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I was hired to be a designer. Not merchandiser. Or marketing people. I don't mind doing different types of work, if it is requested in a polite way, most of the time yeah, but there are times when I get fucked by the work I'm not familiar with, like PR stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freaking hire a PR guy then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my small strong fan is getting weaker, I'm not happy, and very frustrated, as THAT GUY said "NO need buy fan", so I'm now back to being HOT and irritated. If I insist on buying a fan, I will be having a life-time lecture from him or anyone who feels like it, saying this and that, I dunno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Office where got hot, so chilly." Fuck you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only mom and dad has the right to nag me, you guys are not my mom, you're YOUR CHILDREN'S moms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa you should see me in the office and outside the office. You will understand the word FAKE. Sometimes I even think that I am putting the fake mask too comfortable that I forgot to take it down outside the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now is lunch time, everyone is outside, which I feel comfortable... and more focus... I'm blogging and doing stuffs at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOT... FUCK FUCK FUCK~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-2341962648298168795?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/2341962648298168795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=2341962648298168795' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/2341962648298168795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/2341962648298168795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-frustration-release.html' title='Random Frustration Release'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-6293317644639349566</id><published>2010-03-09T09:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:41:12.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsense</title><content type='html'>Whoa~~ can't believe my blog is actually empty, and left dying... It used to be a hot blog, at the very least I had people replying me...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, what-so-ever... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dunno what to write actually, cause everything that my friends need to know about, were all said during yamcha... Everything they do not need to know, definitely they don't... Wait, there isn't anything that they dunno..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rough time, cracking my head for a good design, maybe I'm stressing myself way too much... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had been living my life officially as a 'FATTY' for the past many months, which I did mind, but o well, why should I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really dunno what to crack out to write, I think I need to start a super private blog where I am the only access to it... My life, does not have any secrets anymore... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm no longer that attractive guy, who can hunt down people easily; nor the guy who clubs or party; nor the guy who gets loads of dates; nor the guy who fools around alot; nor the crazy guy next door...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty much normal now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OR WAY TOO NORMAL....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate this. Yet I love what I have now. I'm satisfy of whatever I have, not asking for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is just, it seems like I'm drowning the Jason I know to own whatever I'm owning now. Not complaining, I'm satisfy, I love it, it is just feel abit... not say empty, I dunno the exact word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiks, I'm a human, normal human. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is getting more emo by the moment. But oh well, I'm not going to promote this post, and see who'd respond to it, so I would know who is still reading this isolated deserted blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I miss dramas, with idiot people or even my ex... Not that ex starts with the alphabet S, that I don't even wanna talk about, probably I'm the only person in this world who thinks S is a sucky assholes fucking jerk fuck you fuck YOUR MOTHER there I said it ne ne ne bu bu bla bla bla, but oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People say, people change... I say, no, we don't change, we just drown our trueself somewhere and forget to bring them back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday hear same thing, 'fat, s***, ass, diet, go exercise, eat less, stop eat, don't eat, meat, pig, work, design, eat, lrt...' What else... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss college... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss secondary school, .... HELL WHAT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday talk with same people, no I'm not complaining... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like talking and make fun with buddies, like talking to Ry exspecially when he is in happy mood, like talking to Zuzu or Hanson or Kenny or Mickey... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep quiet in office. Don't like talk so much. I talk A they can bitch about the way I say A is wrong for a couple of hours, I don't talk they can bitch about me not talking for a couple of hours, so why talk? Waste my saliva and energy. I don't hate them, they just don't understand us type of people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea I'm young to them, but I ain't stupid and immature. I'm just inexperience enough. If I'm experience enough I won't even be in the company right? I could be hosting America Next Top Model d... Mr. Jay bye bye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate it when people disturb my thought, I wish I had the right to say, 'this is my working style, respect me please'. But it means another drama. Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate you , you fucking S***... Sorry, random thought that popped out... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And speaking of this person, how I wish that this asshole will completely disappear in my life. Grrrr, O! Now I'm reminded, that book is still with me, wait I'll go and tear some pages out 1st...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done... This is the only book (novel) I would ever ever tear in my life, and, with JOY... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O! I picked it up again and wrote a lot of curses in it. Feels great now. I will reconsider that I shouldn't be tearing it, I should be writing curses in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok... I should be playing game now... WTF I wasted one  hour here... FUCK &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-6293317644639349566?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/6293317644639349566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=6293317644639349566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/6293317644639349566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/6293317644639349566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2010/03/nonsense.html' title='Nonsense'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-467622518303980778</id><published>2010-01-11T03:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:19:01.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies Talk</title><content type='html'>Lets talk about one of the movies I excitedly entered to watch at the beginning, and came out cursing and fucking like I've never ever done.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/S0onedt7uBI/AAAAAAAABbs/C4JkBcj-R9o/s400/%E5%88%BA%E9%99%B5%E6%B5%B7%E6%8A%A5.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425192105448028178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Tresure Hunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say, apart from 'Street Fighter Chun Li's Legend' &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;(whoa, talking about it, I wonder how these ppl directed such movies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, this is by far the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;STUPIDEST ASSHOLE FUCKING PEABRAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; movie I've ever ever ever watched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Provided with alot of money and sponsors, with great actors and actresses, with magnificent backdrops and props, with a very rare theme, this is what the 'GREAT' director directed out - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;A TOTAL WASTE OF 108 MINUTES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get it. 5 scriptwriters for this movie. not one not two not three BUT 5!!!! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;(or maybe more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's sum it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So suddenly fight fight fight, then a group of tombraiders wanna sell some artifacts in somewhere in a bar in a desert, dunno where or what fucking country, Jay stopped them and returned them to the rightful place. Then ChiLin was having something with her dad and Jay, then kidnapped, then dad died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the bar, villians want map, fight fight, out come a 'toilet paper' guy, fight fight, then kena raided by 'dead spirits', toilet guy disappeared. Map stolen. Fight fight. Run run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escaped. Stopped at somewhere. Talked some bullshit nonsence. SUPER LONG stupid love story that doesn't even come close to romantic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find map. Met a girl from past. Fight fight. Get map. Go search treasure place. Met a guy from past. Fight fight. Gal defended Jay, guy sad, hug hug love love. Then suddenly sand storm. Then they are inside the treasure place. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;(Implying that you have to meet a sandstorm to get in, there is no door at all :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then suddenly, some idiot eat an unknow flower inside, die die kill kill die. Then Jay jumped here jumped there over some obstacles, when someone disabled it with one action, then found the treasure, out come 4 spirits, fight fight, ChiLin possessed, fight fight, die die, place collapsed, all escaped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done. Only in the last part, I realise I was actually watching a 'treasure hunting' movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, Indiana Jones or the Mummy series are like 'HALELUJA' compared to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I deeply wonder, how does that director became a director? He has nice taste on arts, but brain, is like kindygarden. I think inside his heart, Jay is trying so hard to say "this movie is nice", because I think Jay knows a bad movie when he sees one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The director said this is his best movie. Congratulation on directing out the best worst movie ever!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this, this movie had successfully make me cursed all the curses I didn't curse in 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/S0or2XPlsHI/AAAAAAAABb0/Mop_XndaXoY/s1600-h/avatar_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/S0or2XPlsHI/AAAAAAAABb0/Mop_XndaXoY/s400/avatar_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425196914073514098" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone who say that this is the sulkiest movie should go jump down from KLCC, because there will be no movie in this world you would say God-work.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;(And believe me, I do know people like this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who haven't watch, do so! Maybe you won't love it, but it is worth it! No need to explain many here, watch it, and you will know it is beyond explanation!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, officially in my NUMBER 1 rank of favourite nice movies!!!!! &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;IT KICKS ASSES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-467622518303980778?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/467622518303980778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=467622518303980778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/467622518303980778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/467622518303980778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2010/01/movies-talk.html' title='Movies Talk'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/S0onedt7uBI/AAAAAAAABbs/C4JkBcj-R9o/s72-c/%E5%88%BA%E9%99%B5%E6%B5%B7%E6%8A%A5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-5195682975500151397</id><published>2009-12-05T08:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:36:33.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Wonders Of LRT</title><content type='html'>I use LRT all the time, but let's discuss some of the 'hidden mysteries' of LRT.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Mystery Of The Inconsistency&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. WHY can't LRT has consistent good service? When LRT is in good service, the train comes every 3 to 5 minutes during peak hours, probably 10 minutes during non-peak hours, but sometimes, during hot sunny bright day, you can wait for 15 to 20 minutes and start cursing every single LRT workers from the driver to the sweeper. Nice huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Mystery Of The Hot Air&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Wassup with the newly installed fans that hang over in all of the stations? Are they for decoration purpose BECOZ IT SUCKS! Do you know how fucking frustrated it is to see alot of fans hanging around &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;during HOT day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;AND THEY ALL ARE NOT SWITCH ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; Why do they put up the fans then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make thing cheerier, walk in an Lrt and find that it is HOT. You know, Malaysia is hot. Waiting in LRT station without fans is hard, walking into a hotter LRT is even stump-my-feet-feeling-like-killing-ppl. I mean what the fuck? You think we are living in Atlantica???? Singapore's MRT is triple the cold of LRT!! Grrrrrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Mystery Of The Digital Sign Board&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I liked it when I got off at Chan Sow Lin, or when I was in Sentul Timur line, I could just look up and knew in a second which line the train was heading, rather than standing under the NEW digital sign board, wait for all the unnecessary words to fade off, to read which fucking line this train is, especially if it is advertising something even more unnessasary! I mean &lt;b&gt;WHAT DA FUCK&lt;/b&gt;??? i nearly miss trains for a few times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Mystery Of The Seducing Metal Pillars&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Have you bought a metal pillar in the LRT train? If you had, please do crave your name on it, becoz if you don't, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;FUCKING GERROFF IT AND LET PEOPLE HOLD IT FOR GOD SAKE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care if you stick you marry your body to the pillar if the train is empty, but seeing people sticking their whole body to the pillar during peak hour time where there are loads of people trying to stand still is just fucking &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;BRAINLESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;... Especially women!!!! You don't want me to go in a super inertia&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; (thanks to our nice LRT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and bump into your flat boobs, or are you that desperate?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Mystery Of The Deafs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I don't care if you have a loud message/call-in ringtones that can be heard in the whole train, that's probably you are half deaf, as long as you quickly answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I DO CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; if you let your fucking ringtone rings for ages before you lazily searching for your handphone, then realize it is somewhere else, then realize it is actually not where you think it is, then realize again it is there, then trying to get it out from pocket, really trying to get out from pocket, finally getting it out from pocket, see who is calling, think whether it should be answered, finally decide it should be answered, then only press 'answer' button, and finally the sound stops. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;FUCK YOU GAO GAO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;(This is called mental deaf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;b&gt;I DO FUCKING CARE&lt;/b&gt; if you listen to music WITHOUT earphones with a volume that can kill everyone in the train!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;(This, people, is called super deaf!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Mystery Of The Packed Counters&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. You go to LRT. You see LOADS of people, all queue up. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;LONG FUCKING QUEUE. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;And you will be more happier when you see that out of all the counters, only one or two are opened. AND MORE GLAD to see that the counter services people are happily chatting or slowly counting the money or pretending to be deaf or ask again the destination or slowly processing what the customers just said before handing you the tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND AND AND!!!, you will start rejoicing to god when you see after all the slow motion works mentioned above, the buyer JUST ONLY START to take out her&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; (usually is a female, and usually those selamba stupid females)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; purse and check where is my money, o I have money, take out money, count the money, ya that's the right amount, count again, hand in slowly, take the ticket, wait for changes, take the changes, put it back in the purse, THEN ONLY WALK OFF...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oooo sometimes I really have to try so hard not to kick them in their asses...&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; IDIOTS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The Mystery Of The NOT-Haunted Corridors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Walking in Malaysia's corridors or pathways takes alot of patience. Because, you will have peabrains walking infront of you &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SUPER SLOWLY~~~~~~~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap, usually females again, and usually those selamba peabrains again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They love to walk in a horizontal line, as if if they don't do so, they will never see each other again. It is bad enough like that, it's even WORSE when all of them are FUCKING FAT!!! And you will also meet people who doesn't respond to 'ehem' or 'excuse me'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best way, is to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;JUST PUSH THEM ASIDE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and walk off. I did that once, and I'm so fucking pissed off that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So these are the 7 biggest fucking mysteries of our LRT. And the one problem is, despite how uncomfortable, how much to be complained there are, how irritating and annoying, how FUCKING STUPID it is, you still gonna use LRT, unless you have a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't tell me to shut up. Don't tell me 'if so many flaws then don't use la'. Go fuck yourself. If I have better options do I need LRT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, I do have better options for now. Wakakakaka, Ryan's colleague Momoko is fetching us to work, so no worry for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;FUCK YOU LRT!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-5195682975500151397?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/5195682975500151397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=5195682975500151397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/5195682975500151397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/5195682975500151397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2009/12/7-wonders-of-lrt.html' title='7 Wonders Of LRT'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-5631751091565691868</id><published>2009-08-25T18:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:09:44.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Recent Life - Get Updates Of Me Guys</title><content type='html'>Wow, it really has been so damn long since my last post, which was yesterday... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, well to tell everyone, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YA I AM WORKING ALREADY!!&lt;/span&gt; And thanks to Ching Ching I'm working, owe you one huge meal darling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in Avon More Alps, and in a hundred years you will never link the name of the company to fashion if you don't know what I'm studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a company of the following brands : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Valentino Rudy Italy, Santa Barbara Polo and Racquet Club, and G.Davin Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bags and Shoes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Or I'll be asked to learn how to sew if it is cloth designing)&lt;/span&gt; And for the moment, I basically deal with ALL STUFFS that has to with design and art and Photoshop and Ilustrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everything about my work except the slow computer... :)... Imagine you 100 steps to make, but you can only make 5 steps after 8 hours of work.... But I got used to it, still trying to finish much things as quick as possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people are nice too, of course they are nice if they can &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;KANASAI&lt;/span&gt; here and there, anytime, anywhere, all the time. They cook in the office kitchen, thus making me heavier, becoz of the yummy meals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm nicknamed 'Panda', coz there is another Jason, and also another A Seng, and also another A Luo... I used to respond to all of those names, but nowI managed myself to respond to Panda unless they looking to my eyes and say Jason... Also I'm called 小朋友  "P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently doing profiling of the new products and designing catalogues... o.O, I scare I do not step up the game fast enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganbatte!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YASMIN AHMAD PASSED AWAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite furious with myself when I knew this news.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;about one month later&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*headdesk twice and jump to level 4 of a building and jump down and headdesk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask how... Feel sad about her departure, she is such a talent, it is just not fair, god just hates genuis, so, I'll never ever gonna be a super genius, since I'm not one either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SpPFlMCQ4zI/AAAAAAAABbY/QcVW9UG5_0c/s1600-h/yasmin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SpPFlMCQ4zI/AAAAAAAABbY/QcVW9UG5_0c/s400/yasmin1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373856023059686194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Talking about rest in peace, I recheck my blog twice to find out I wrote &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Rest In Piece&lt;/span&gt;", thanks to The Final Destination.... Feel like watching....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(and Fish thought she was my friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The most recent movies I watch, and hell yeah I did watched alot, with ma dear and kamcengs of coz, were G.I.JOE, the Proposal, Drag Me To Hell&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (wait, this was ages ago),&lt;/span&gt; Harry Potter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all movies, G.I.JOE is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCKING BEST&lt;/span&gt; of all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SpPFWb7J39I/AAAAAAAABbQ/eV8MlS7Wmew/s1600-h/gi-joe-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SpPFWb7J39I/AAAAAAAABbQ/eV8MlS7Wmew/s400/gi-joe-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373855769626795986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channing Tatum is like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOA&lt;/span&gt;... Ryan Reynolds&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (from Proposal)&lt;/span&gt; is like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOOOHOHOHO!! &lt;/span&gt;Man, these guys are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT HOT HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... If I'm gay they will be my sex partner 24/7 sexing on bed... Wakakaka....&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And, wow what would you know but Emma Watson is like, my dream girl!!!! She is so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; DARN PRETTY&lt;/span&gt;!!! I really wish to see her in another movie other than being Hermione... She will not be my sex icon, becoz she is too goddess-like:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE Helena Bonham Carter too!! She is the best Bellatrix I can ever imagine!!! She is a talent, I can't wait to see her in Alice In Wonderland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Evanna Lynch too, another great actress, who potrays Luna Lovegood 100% perfect!!!  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And no, I haven watch Transformer 2, so shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I only able to get my harddisk back after one month, so I'm still PC-less. I'm using my sis laptop currently, and it is even slower than my company's. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st thing I get ma harddisk back, I'm gonna play Atlantica &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAO GAO&lt;/span&gt; and surf for porns &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;GAO GAO&lt;/span&gt; and watch dramas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;GAO GAO&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I'm waiting for Left For Dead 2 (game)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also The Five Warriors (novel)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Xmas (A vacation?????)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-5631751091565691868?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/5631751091565691868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=5631751091565691868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/5631751091565691868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/5631751091565691868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-recent-life-get-updates-of-me-guys.html' title='My Recent Life - Get Updates Of Me Guys'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SpPFlMCQ4zI/AAAAAAAABbY/QcVW9UG5_0c/s72-c/yasmin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-3577882540778183050</id><published>2009-08-21T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:59:23.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow?</title><content type='html'>My blog is soooooo fucking silent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I MEOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-3577882540778183050?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/3577882540778183050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=3577882540778183050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/3577882540778183050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/3577882540778183050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2009/08/meow.html' title='Meow?'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-7807120089007172958</id><published>2009-07-05T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:34:30.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want Loneliness</title><content type='html'>I feel like wanna be isolated for a while... No family no lover no friends, just me and myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so angry that I tossed away all my old works... I need those files now but it has been deleted... Since I last reformatted my PC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, friends can easily leave you alone... Family? O god they always like to 'kacau' me when I'm on my highest mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for lover, I can't leave my dear alone peacefully. I will feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AAAAARRRGGGHHHHH.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-7807120089007172958?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/7807120089007172958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=7807120089007172958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/7807120089007172958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/7807120089007172958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-loneliness.html' title='I Want Loneliness'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-6630461040207076975</id><published>2009-06-26T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:49:09.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautifully Imperfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Suggestion : Let it finish loading, and watch it with your full attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4I3ZmNKYma0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4I3ZmNKYma0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Beautifully Imperfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times I watch it, I cry &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EACH TIME&lt;/span&gt; I watch. Yasmin Ahmad, the director, is just too good! Worship her! The actress is also a phenomenal one, everything in the video is just so real... I love this....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-6630461040207076975?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/6630461040207076975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=6630461040207076975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/6630461040207076975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/6630461040207076975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2009/06/beautifully-imperfect.html' title='Beautifully Imperfect'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-7295686615358839713</id><published>2009-06-20T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:48:17.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show</title><content type='html'>Read this :&lt;a href="http://applestupid.blogspot.com/2009/06/cucumber.html"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cucumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(click the link la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had to say I agree... And you can choose the size too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;American Idol&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner.... Kris Allen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjzhRDxZJGI/AAAAAAAABa4/GHU8YRIfe5w/s1600-h/kris_allen_b_1600x1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjzhRDxZJGI/AAAAAAAABa4/GHU8YRIfe5w/s400/kris_allen_b_1600x1200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349398140595807330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjzhRck3rKI/AAAAAAAABbA/sQfmQNvqQyo/s1600-h/kris-allen6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjzhRck3rKI/AAAAAAAABbA/sQfmQNvqQyo/s400/kris-allen6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349398147254168738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like I'm "O-MY-FAWKING-GAWD-I-LOVE-KRIS" type of fan, but I do think he is cute, and he has a good voice, but I have to say la, he is not my winner.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Paise le, Hanson :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda think his performances were very... common... But he will make a very good recording artist, I'm waiting for his songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer Adam Lambert as the winner, although his singing style is not my favourite type, but he certainly does has it!! I hope his album&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; (sure will have de)&lt;/span&gt; is something that I would listen... ahaha, not those rocker type of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(to me) &lt;/span&gt;unbearable sound pollution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjzkOBjSnQI/AAAAAAAABbI/vU00oXaUeeU/s1600-h/adam-lambert-is-hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjzkOBjSnQI/AAAAAAAABbI/vU00oXaUeeU/s400/adam-lambert-is-hot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349401386995064066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so what if he is gay??? He rocks man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like both version of the winner's song. Nice... I should put in my music player in my blog... Listen to it ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Allison to have an album too!!!! Please be an artist Allison!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-7295686615358839713?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/7295686615358839713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=7295686615358839713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/7295686615358839713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/7295686615358839713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2009/06/show.html' title='Show'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjzhRDxZJGI/AAAAAAAABa4/GHU8YRIfe5w/s72-c/kris_allen_b_1600x1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-1762536362184381678</id><published>2009-06-15T19:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:54:11.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(ps : Any pictures or videos used here are just for the sake of blogging, not for any personal gain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ANTM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to say, my least favourite season. I can only pull out a few favourite pictures, and I only like 3 girls out of 13, and the rest are bullshits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see, click one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjYvpDt9CUI/AAAAAAAABYQ/mRKUOvmt8_Y/s1600-h/%5BANTM%5D_AminatFo01_%28Mike_Rosenthal%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjYvpDt9CUI/AAAAAAAABYQ/mRKUOvmt8_Y/s400/%5BANTM%5D_AminatFo01_%28Mike_Rosenthal%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347513989968234818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aminat and Fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjYvpMZ1a7I/AAAAAAAABYY/JaqHRqynfho/s1600-h/%5BANTM%5D_London05_%28Nigel_Barker%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjYvpMZ1a7I/AAAAAAAABYY/JaqHRqynfho/s400/%5BANTM%5D_London05_%28Nigel_Barker%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347513992299768754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;London&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; (and the rest behind, which I don't care, I love her, 1st one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjYvpxYHnTI/AAAAAAAABYo/xr_lLr0LSoE/s1600-h/%5BANTM%5D_Allison11_%28Tyra_Banks%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjYvpxYHnTI/AAAAAAAABYo/xr_lLr0LSoE/s400/%5BANTM%5D_Allison11_%28Tyra_Banks%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347514002224684338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Allison&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(This girl is a star!! She should have won!! Obviously 2nd girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjYvqMosIVI/AAAAAAAABYw/3x5-wMkrEaU/s1600-h/%5BANTM%5D_Celia11_%28Tyra_Banks%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjYvqMosIVI/AAAAAAAABYw/3x5-wMkrEaU/s400/%5BANTM%5D_Celia11_%28Tyra_Banks%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347514009541943634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Celia, I just like her... 3rd girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjYvpW9ugHI/AAAAAAAABYg/_4VWYXYnEDA/s1600-h/%5BANTM%5D_SandraCelia01_%28Mike_Rosenthal%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjYvpW9ugHI/AAAAAAAABYg/_4VWYXYnEDA/s400/%5BANTM%5D_SandraCelia01_%28Mike_Rosenthal%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347513995134664818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sandra and Celia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(Although I dislike Sandra, I've to admit she's good in this pic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And the winner is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjYxv51b2JI/AAAAAAAABY4/tffDvTnxlUY/s1600-h/%5BANTM%5D_Teyona14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjYxv51b2JI/AAAAAAAABY4/tffDvTnxlUY/s400/%5BANTM%5D_Teyona14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347516306597599378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Boring Teyona... :( ... not that I don't like her, but she's boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing next season will be a better one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MMAS (Make Me A Supermodel)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I've got to say this Season 2, is the most WOHOO season!! Hell yeah the girls are nose-bleedingly sexy and the guys... O MY GOD I can just masturbate by looking at their pictures... LOLX!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets pick some lengzais to see... Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;Jonathan Waud&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the most handsome model I ever ever lay my eyes on... Super perfect for me!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(A pity he is married and have a son already...) &lt;/span&gt;I personally thinks he should win because he has done so well in the competition, but oh well, winning or not he is still getting jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZhSg08EMI/AAAAAAAABZA/z_cT_DCuOnk/s1600-h/0000054705_20090202145317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZhSg08EMI/AAAAAAAABZA/z_cT_DCuOnk/s400/0000054705_20090202145317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347568578226557122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZhS1gAniI/AAAAAAAABZQ/pDRW5k_R4xA/s1600-h/0000055862_20090326105159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZhS1gAniI/AAAAAAAABZQ/pDRW5k_R4xA/s400/0000055862_20090326105159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347568583775919650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZhStxipMI/AAAAAAAABZI/_Ng_SfbUsxA/s1600-h/0000055585_20090312163217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZhStxipMI/AAAAAAAABZI/_Ng_SfbUsxA/s400/0000055585_20090312163217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347568581701969090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZqe_sTxkI/AAAAAAAABZo/RfKvHr8SL2s/s1600-h/n558570426_6275984_449572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZqe_sTxkI/AAAAAAAABZo/RfKvHr8SL2s/s400/n558570426_6275984_449572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347578688274941506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZqeTLVgyI/AAAAAAAABZg/7ej2dVHCON0/s1600-h/rckday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZqeTLVgyI/AAAAAAAABZg/7ej2dVHCON0/s400/rckday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347578676325483298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZqeKBX6ZI/AAAAAAAABZY/fCVY31uIA88/s1600-h/n558570426_6275983_4589848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZqeKBX6ZI/AAAAAAAABZY/fCVY31uIA88/s400/n558570426_6275983_4589848.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347578673867778450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;Branden Rickman&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner. A 18 yo boy boy. He is cute though:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZrkHTHWYI/AAAAAAAABZ4/DK-DwKYT-GQ/s1600-h/0000054710_20090202145323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZrkHTHWYI/AAAAAAAABZ4/DK-DwKYT-GQ/s400/0000054710_20090202145323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347579875727726978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZrkliMExI/AAAAAAAABaI/5DVjQ0EPDjY/s1600-h/0000057498_20090527154156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZrkliMExI/AAAAAAAABaI/5DVjQ0EPDjY/s400/0000057498_20090527154156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347579883844014866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZrkb9n7jI/AAAAAAAABaA/A7fX79unAwg/s1600-h/0000055868_20090326105206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZrkb9n7jI/AAAAAAAABaA/A7fX79unAwg/s400/0000055868_20090326105206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347579881274732082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZrj_ZsTXI/AAAAAAAABZw/ffCk0W5HKGo/s1600-h/0000055590_20090312163227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZrj_ZsTXI/AAAAAAAABZw/ffCk0W5HKGo/s400/0000055590_20090312163227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347579873607830898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for hot chicks, I'm just gonna randomly show some...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZuWV1mxiI/AAAAAAAABaw/WOadi8csfWw/s1600-h/0000056778_20090430161951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZuWV1mxiI/AAAAAAAABaw/WOadi8csfWw/s400/0000056778_20090430161951.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347582937647203874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZuWHTNI3I/AAAAAAAABao/iCAPJ6urKDk/s1600-h/0000056548_20090416134450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZuWHTNI3I/AAAAAAAABao/iCAPJ6urKDk/s400/0000056548_20090416134450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347582933744821106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZuVzdiHvI/AAAAAAAABag/VHHDZl7tgGA/s1600-h/0000056053_20090402131928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZuVzdiHvI/AAAAAAAABag/VHHDZl7tgGA/s400/0000056053_20090402131928.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347582928419430130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZuVmWV3wI/AAAAAAAABaY/aAVBaL_DyHE/s1600-h/0000055584_20090312163215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZuVmWV3wI/AAAAAAAABaY/aAVBaL_DyHE/s400/0000055584_20090312163215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347582924899606274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZuVb-z8YI/AAAAAAAABaQ/89Pfzm7ftnE/s1600-h/0000057499_20090527154157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjZuVb-z8YI/AAAAAAAABaQ/89Pfzm7ftnE/s400/0000057499_20090527154157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347582922116559234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done for the modeling shows... Continue in next post Buahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-1762536362184381678?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/1762536362184381678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=1762536362184381678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/1762536362184381678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/1762536362184381678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2009/06/reality-shows.html' title='Reality Shows'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SjYvpDt9CUI/AAAAAAAABYQ/mRKUOvmt8_Y/s72-c/%5BANTM%5D_AminatFo01_%28Mike_Rosenthal%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-3918462106247679181</id><published>2009-06-15T08:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:41:48.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow?</title><content type='html'>It has been way, way, way, way, way, too long since I blogged (and I stated "My Come Back" on my last post, which isn't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it isn't like there are still people who read my blog, except my buddies... Nah, they don't even bother actually. See me every week, wanna 38 stuffs also 38 directly out of my mouth de la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I don't have any particular stuff that I can actually type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated... I had my Birthday trip... You wanna see the pictures go Facebook... Wakakakaka... Now Facebook is soooo convenient Wakakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I even feel stopping here because I have nothing to say liao... I'll try better next time ba... Toodoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-3918462106247679181?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/3918462106247679181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=3918462106247679181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/3918462106247679181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/3918462106247679181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2009/06/meow.html' title='Meow?'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-803713079994011189</id><published>2009-06-15T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:36:19.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe</title><content type='html'>爱你爱你，亲爱的宝贝...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wood Ah Wood Ah... Blek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-803713079994011189?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/803713079994011189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=803713079994011189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/803713079994011189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/803713079994011189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2009/06/hehe.html' title='Hehe'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-1889011620658564678</id><published>2009-03-16T22:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:44:26.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Come Back</title><content type='html'>OMG~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so fuckin long since I did anything to my blog. It feels so isolated and quiet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/Sb5eMJPFUbI/AAAAAAAABYA/yByfwG0m72o/s1600-h/1017qq1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/Sb5eMJPFUbI/AAAAAAAABYA/yByfwG0m72o/s400/1017qq1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313788173074387378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So this is the crow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little do I know that there are still people who will browse my blog occasionally, which I'm happy about it, and appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm in my final semester, so the work load is terrible, the pressure is terrible, the mental disorder of Am-I-going-to-get-a-job is fucking torturing also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, with all these going on, even if I wanted to blog, I have nothing to blog about. Ah well I do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1st, let's talk about the movies I watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(a) Street Fighter : The Legend Of Chun-Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/Sb5eL9eFT1I/AAAAAAAABX4/pGT30WrWTvU/s1600-h/street-fighter-the-legend-of-chun-li-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/Sb5eL9eFT1I/AAAAAAAABX4/pGT30WrWTvU/s400/street-fighter-the-legend-of-chun-li-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313788169916075858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it anything ChunLi-ish? I dun recall any guy fighting Vega except ChunLi, therefore the poster is nice, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OFF&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it anything &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;StreetFighterish&lt;/span&gt;? Was that girl even ChunLi??? I see no resemblance of ChunLi whatsoever, nor Charlie, nor Gen, nor even Bison!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChunLi defeated Vega in one minute, which I didn't even see her fight with "Hiyak" sound. Where is the Multiple kick? O she did the Helicopter Kick, er, which look like...er... I dunno what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is ok if the story sucks of the character does not look like the character. There are no CG effects whatsoever, except the Qigong that she did? No, it was a low-class movie which is a disgrace to Street Fighter. No offence, I love Street Fighter, but I hate this fuckin idiotic movie.&lt;br /&gt;The director should be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine with the actress. She can act ChunLi. But the whole production made her looked like a ramdom girl on the street who was randomly picked by Gen to trained and randomly go kill Bison which she randomly successfully killed. Which is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY WASTING&lt;/span&gt; movie for her, she couldn't even act anything out. It makes her look like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the whoever made this whole movie, should go jump sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie should and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt; be included in my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WORST MOVIES LIST&lt;/span&gt;. What are the other worse movies I watched? Forget, but this movie is definately &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(b)Watchmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/Sb5eLuun6VI/AAAAAAAABXw/0IJopU3cByg/s1600-h/watchmen-poster-group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/Sb5eLuun6VI/AAAAAAAABXw/0IJopU3cByg/s400/watchmen-poster-group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313788165958920530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this movie compared to the previous one, is alot better in my opinion, but it is nowhere near 'enjoying' to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CG good, effects are great, I like the Mars part, but what's with the whole deep philosophical thoughts??? Is the comic like that too? Well if it is I'm not gonna have any interest in it whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A row of people left the cinema while the movie showed halfway, before the movie ended people couldn't wait to get out from the box already. No one even bother the ending, neither do I. Honestly I didn't even remember any plot, because the whole thing is just a huge ball of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaya, I know it was about kill few save all stuffs, but for heaven sake, what's up with the sex, go save the world, sex again, go save partner, then save the world stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, not amused. Got cheated its trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(c) The Race to Witch Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/Sb5lItdFskI/AAAAAAAABYI/aaQO02n_HJw/s1600-h/racetowitchmountain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/Sb5lItdFskI/AAAAAAAABYI/aaQO02n_HJw/s400/racetowitchmountain.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313795810658726466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is what you call a movie with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEME&lt;/span&gt; and CG and stuffs. This is a thousand times better than the previous two! God I love this movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(And I like the cute siblings too! The brother Seth is so like the Seth I had in my mind for the name, and the girl sara is pretty!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have nothing to complain about this movie, everyone had fun watching it, everyone laughed, owed, near-teared, and yeahed about it. Ain't movies suppose to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ENJOYING&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;RELAXING&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I actually have many things to share. For instance, I love my dear. Wood ah wood ah!! I feel so happy with Ry now. I can't describe it out, but oh well I don't think I need, as all my friends around me are either coupled up or dating someone. They should know the feeling, ^^...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm back in friendship with Kenny d. Well the Kenny who was my you-know-who. Kenny said he did read my blog all these time, I was quite surprise by that. But anyway, I'm happy. I hope he is happy too with his life, sincerely. Whatever has passed passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this doesn't mean I have to forgive S or be friend back with KC. Lolx. Time will comes for KC when we sort things out, I guess, I doubt, yet I don't feel a loss even we aren't friends anymore, fine by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for S,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; NO FUCKIN WAY&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so far, I have my whole heart on my dear. Wood ah wood ah! Heee... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you dear!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-1889011620658564678?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/1889011620658564678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=1889011620658564678' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/1889011620658564678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/1889011620658564678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-come-back.html' title='My Come Back'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/Sb5eMJPFUbI/AAAAAAAABYA/yByfwG0m72o/s72-c/1017qq1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-9037627557193089647</id><published>2009-02-16T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:44:09.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>想你。</title><content type='html'>我爱你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我说我不爱你，那是骗你的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不知道我还需要证明什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不是完美的男友，也不可能做到完美，可是我已经在尽力着。看着你那么难过，心也痛了。说出来，你不信；不说，你以为我没感觉。好笑啦你！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很乱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听着SHE的我爱你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;从你眼睛 看着自己 最幸福的倒影 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;握在手心的默契 是明天的指引 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;无论是远近 什么世纪  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;在天堂拥抱 或荒野流离 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;我爱你 我敢去 未知的任何命运 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;我爱你 我愿意 准你来跋扈地决定 世界边境&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;偶尔我真的不懂你 又有谁真懂自己 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;往往两个人多亲密 是透过伤害来证明 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;像焦虑不安  我就任性  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;怕泄漏你怕 所以你生气&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;我爱你 让我听 你的疲惫和恐惧  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;我爱你 我想亲 你倔强到极限的心 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;我撑起所有爱围成风雨的禁地   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;当狂风豪雨 想让你喘口气&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;被划破的信心 需要时间痊愈 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;梦想牵着怀疑 未来看不清&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;就紧紧地拥抱去传递 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;能量和勇气 我爱你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;我爱你 我想去 未知的 任何命运&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;我爱你 让我听 你的疲惫和恐惧 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;我爱你 我想亲 你倔强到极限的心 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;哪里都一起去  一起仰望星星 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;一起走出森林 一起品尝回忆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;一起误会妒忌 一起雨过天晴 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;一起更懂自己  一起找到意义&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;让我爱你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;我不要没有你 我不能没有你 绝不能没有你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好想你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear我爱你。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-9037627557193089647?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/9037627557193089647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=9037627557193089647' title='285 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/9037627557193089647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/9037627557193089647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='想你。'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>285</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-8891925495982676266</id><published>2009-01-16T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:36:25.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>终于说出口</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TNYU-02hvug&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/TNYU-02hvug&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小宇 - 终于说出口&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;你终于说出口&lt;br /&gt;其实你早就已经不爱我&lt;br /&gt;为什么要低著头&lt;br /&gt;你知道这玩笑骗不倒我&lt;br /&gt;可是这不是玩笑&lt;br /&gt;是要逃避你离开我的理由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;我还能做什么   你已经不爱我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;我一直都爱著你难道这还不够&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;我还要做什么   你才不离开我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;我知道你已无心再继续看著我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;一心想离开我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;我终于也说出口&lt;br /&gt;其实很爱你但从没认真说过&lt;br /&gt;或许是我的错&lt;br /&gt;多在乎你却只放在心中 Yeah&lt;br /&gt;不要问我为什么&lt;br /&gt;因为爱你这就是我的理由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;我还能做什么   你已经不爱我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;我一直都爱著你难道这还不够&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;我还要做什么   你才不离开我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;我知道你已无心再继续看著我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没什么需要被原谅&lt;br /&gt;我笑得有些牵强&lt;br /&gt;你知道我总是能够假装不难过&lt;br /&gt;oh 不想看你那么累&lt;br /&gt;多希望再给我机会&lt;br /&gt;颤抖著我的手&lt;br /&gt;握住的只是风&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;还能做什么  你已经不爱我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;我一直都爱著你难道这还不够&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;我还要做什么   你才不离开我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;我知道你已无心再继续看著我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;一心想离开我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近爱上这首歌。有所感触吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;请别让一个人爱上你后，再让他受伤。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;请别在追到手之前，对他百般疼爱；追到手过后，却像垃圾一般对待他。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;如果工作比爱人重要，那就不要谈恋爱。他不是呼之而来，厌之而去的人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see doctor just now. I do not know how to say, but I might need operation. It is a long story, I can only say I'm safe from any fatal disease, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FOR THE MOMENT&lt;/span&gt;. And the doctor had my blood sample sent to lab for test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that really makes me nervous. I am serious praying that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AM NOT&lt;/span&gt; infected by HIV or something. I hope I'm safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;PLEASE LET ME BE SAFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-8891925495982676266?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/8891925495982676266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=8891925495982676266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/8891925495982676266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/8891925495982676266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_16.html' title='终于说出口'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-6892022335071324521</id><published>2009-01-14T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:44:36.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emoz</title><content type='html'>I thought I was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ended up missing him. Which is bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Saturday, after my last sms, until now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;he did not do anything&lt;/span&gt;. No further SMS, or MSN, or any respond &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he is not affected. I wonder does he even realize that he&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; HAD&lt;/span&gt; a lover before? Or does he realize that he&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; just broke up&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, again... I'm emo... Yes I am now and I'm not going to pretend I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticed a lot of stuffs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TRUE&lt;/span&gt; consoles and save the lame ones. I know some of you try to be caring, but really, some of you don't know me well enough to even console me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice emo dayzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-6892022335071324521?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/6892022335071324521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=6892022335071324521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/6892022335071324521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/6892022335071324521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2009/01/emoz.html' title='Emoz'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-8990279130750431037</id><published>2009-01-13T10:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:37:02.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lake House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I finished downloading "The Lake House" this morning. Watched it. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SWv8gtJ5I-I/AAAAAAAABWY/kjTsRNVZcX4/s1600-h/the_lake_house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SWv8gtJ5I-I/AAAAAAAABWY/kjTsRNVZcX4/s400/the_lake_house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290599826083881954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't watch the Korean version but is the same so might as well have a movie in a language that I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"How do you hold on to someone you've never met?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I wonder how. But I know it is the feeling, so strong so sure that you are willing to wait. People nowadays, they don't even try to hold on to what they have? They got, and they just throw away like that. And hell yea I'm talking about my exs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies like these : "The Lake House", "The Holiday"... it gives me hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miracles could happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-8990279130750431037?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/8990279130750431037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=8990279130750431037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/8990279130750431037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/8990279130750431037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2009/01/lake-house.html' title='The Lake House'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SWv8gtJ5I-I/AAAAAAAABWY/kjTsRNVZcX4/s72-c/the_lake_house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-4317658529620393996</id><published>2009-01-10T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:06:13.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“又“结束了</title><content type='html'>对。&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;又&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;结束了。不过这次是我提出分手的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不确定现在是什么感觉。痛吗？说出来之前，没有，说出来过后，还蛮想大哭一场的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我说：“Let's break up... Thanks for wasting my time, I can't take it anymore, is over my limit. I loved you but I dun think you even try to at least be a basic bf...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他说：“Sorry for that but since I cant do what I need to do to you, I admit I love my work more than loving you but I still hope we are friends.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我说：“Whatever... You dun even try to know me as bf, how are you going to know me as a friend?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;直到现在，没有任何回复，我突然觉得，我&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;好像真的浪费太多时间在他身上了&lt;/span&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心是很痛，但是有些relief，也有些生气，不过，whatever，结束了，当我没事的话可能可以跟他做回朋友，谁晓得。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holiday 这套戏给我一种期待，我不信我遇不到我的命中注定。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我又学习到了，又多了一份经验。谢谢。谢谢所有老友的陪伴！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-4317658529620393996?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/4317658529620393996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=4317658529620393996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4317658529620393996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4317658529620393996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_10.html' title='“又“结束了'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-5561729261795830538</id><published>2009-01-10T15:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:49:29.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>帮帮我</title><content type='html'>我在想，我到底是不是在一段恋情中？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;两个人在一起，要互相配合、体谅、了解、珍惜、沟通……而他，就算是一个最基本的男友条件也没做到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们已经三个月没见面了。有人，我是说，这个世界上，会有人忙到可以三个月内一分钟的时间都抽不出来见你，甚至连SMS都没有时间吗？而且他就住在KL也！只需要搭个火车就能见面了，可是……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他主动联络的次数屈指可数。跟他讲话，也不知道要说些什么。我想了解他，认识他多一点，可他好像忘了我这个人的存在。他不曾尝试了解我，或更深一层认识我。甚至连夺说一句话，也没有。每次SMS，回复不是短到屁，就是敷衍的“哈哈”或“呵呵”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;秋秋知道我们那么就没见面时，惊讶说：“什么？？？你们好像只是SMS Lovers罢了！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她说了这句话，有点hurt，不是因为她，是因为他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;鱼鱼说：“做么你酱有耐性的？”我也不知道为什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阿Heng说：“是时候找一个新的了。”应该吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew说：“叫他去死啦！如果Calvin一天不联络我我早就发神经了！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ching也是惊讶说：“做什么这么久没有见面？？你们之间有问题吗？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老实说，我回答不出。每次提起我的男友，都会带过，或者说：“不要提他。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大部分的人都怀疑他出轨/欺骗/对我没感情了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也对，我又不好看，身材又欠佳，他怎么看上我的？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;麻木中……反正都痛过那么多次了，好像还真的有点麻痹了。不是说我不爱他，而是，我根本根本不觉得我是在谈恋爱，从原本对他的“我爱你”，变成我到底在爱着谁？做么我爱的人没反应的？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;大伙儿们，我应该分手吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-5561729261795830538?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/5561729261795830538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=5561729261795830538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/5561729261795830538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/5561729261795830538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='帮帮我'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-5312741172349884881</id><published>2009-01-02T12:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:02:44.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year lo...</title><content type='html'>A new year comes, SO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year ma a new year la, we have a new year every year! Big deal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's special. Somewhere around March or April, I will be graduated, I will no longer be in my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working experience is not much, but I had my lessons. I am still teaching guitar, and I'd worked in events before. I gained myself some responsibility, and also some "kungfu moves" on socializing conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, hope that I can gain some new buddies, 2008 was a bit too dull for me, I don't even recall anything that I did which is fun after May...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;New Year's Wishes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Live happily and cheerfully&lt;/span&gt;!! No more emoz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Friendship forever&lt;/span&gt; with all my dear buddies!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;3. Walk the path together with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;dear, I love you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;4. Have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;great job&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5. Everyone in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;excellent health&lt;/span&gt;! Especially Dad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;6. Government becomes &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;smarter&lt;/span&gt;, so that the people won't suffer their stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;7. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Diet!&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Become more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;8. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Money money&lt;/span&gt; come!! I mean, please, at least let me pick up a hundred dollar note by the roadside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;9. Have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;great social life&lt;/span&gt;, including parties and clubbings... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;10. Wish all terrorists &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;misbomb themselves&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt; in their own terrorist camps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ps : Feel kinda sad for the steamboat session. Everyone was tooo damn busy trying to wrestle the food from the pot, that none of us even remember to take any pictures at all! How bizarre could that be?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-5312741172349884881?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/5312741172349884881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=5312741172349884881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/5312741172349884881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/5312741172349884881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-lo.html' title='New Year lo...'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-3425484275237647761</id><published>2008-12-31T10:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:01:22.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle : I Wanted You To Stay 圈：我想你留下</title><content type='html'>This is the comic that I had done for my Manga&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(comic)&lt;/span&gt; assignment last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly why I chose to draw this topic, I do not remember, but I did draw it already. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And o, if you guys are wondering whether I am emo now, well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOPE!&lt;/span&gt; I am near 100% okay already, I just miss him. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(ps : Yea, if you happen to pass by to read this post, my dear sister, cousins, or whoever who still dunno that I'm a PLU, I hope you guys keep your mouth shut please, appreciate that alot!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ENJOY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Circle : I Wanted You To Stay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVreIHRarJI/AAAAAAAABWQ/hFDrp8wE4wE/s1600-h/000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVreIHRarJI/AAAAAAAABWQ/hFDrp8wE4wE/s400/000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285781343645117586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVreHnhQiQI/AAAAAAAABWI/-8cU4gtMfcs/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVreHnhQiQI/AAAAAAAABWI/-8cU4gtMfcs/s400/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285781335121627394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVreHBvLnHI/AAAAAAAABWA/1LPGk7pu7B4/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVreHBvLnHI/AAAAAAAABWA/1LPGk7pu7B4/s400/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285781324979477618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVrdYAmIhjI/AAAAAAAABV4/x895tfDaKNA/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVrdYAmIhjI/AAAAAAAABV4/x895tfDaKNA/s400/003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285780517219239474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVrdX6pjESI/AAAAAAAABVw/wPAErjLiyn8/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVrdX6pjESI/AAAAAAAABVw/wPAErjLiyn8/s400/004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285780515622949154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVrdXqQB-YI/AAAAAAAABVo/YibtxPPKhEM/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVrdXqQB-YI/AAAAAAAABVo/YibtxPPKhEM/s400/005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285780511220955522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVrdXQPF66I/AAAAAAAABVg/GFupQ3_JmZQ/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVrdXQPF66I/AAAAAAAABVg/GFupQ3_JmZQ/s400/006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285780504237697954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVrdW1OJGXI/AAAAAAAABVY/iyV4kVG8HW8/s1600-h/jaseen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVrdW1OJGXI/AAAAAAAABVY/iyV4kVG8HW8/s400/jaseen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285780496985954674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jaseen : Jason + Seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(This is actually copied from an actual photo of us...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading! Muax...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-3425484275237647761?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/3425484275237647761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=3425484275237647761' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/3425484275237647761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/3425484275237647761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/12/circle-i-wanted-you-to-stay.html' title='Circle : I Wanted You To Stay 圈：我想你留下'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVreIHRarJI/AAAAAAAABWQ/hFDrp8wE4wE/s72-c/000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-4724335504304790493</id><published>2008-12-23T07:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:43:46.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hormones</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EFk4u4rB_8E&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/EFk4u4rB_8E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very very nice lovely song I'm obsessed with these days. It is from a Thai movie called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hormones"&lt;/span&gt;. Nice cute movie, and funny too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVAljDRYxlI/AAAAAAAABUM/N4wn3k48_0c/s1600-h/hormones-thai-movie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVAljDRYxlI/AAAAAAAABUM/N4wn3k48_0c/s400/hormones-thai-movie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282763647009474130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVAlibyz5kI/AAAAAAAABT8/3tef0Jd8WSw/s1600-h/pidtermyai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVAlibyz5kI/AAAAAAAABT8/3tef0Jd8WSw/s400/pidtermyai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282763636412245570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVAlijZDdyI/AAAAAAAABUE/DVEkd_okRrc/s1600-h/pidtermyaidoubleposterll2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVAlijZDdyI/AAAAAAAABUE/DVEkd_okRrc/s400/pidtermyaidoubleposterll2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282763638451697442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(And for those guys who doesn't know, Sora Aoi, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;FEMALE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; porn star, featured in the movie as speaking character also...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the girl who sang this song... She also played in the movie, as a teenage girl so obsessed with her idol... and she's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; SUPER CUTE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wanna &lt;s&gt;download&lt;/s&gt; the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maybe going Penang soon with Heng, Calvin and Baby, and some guy I dunno. I wish my bf can go... Yea whatever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-4724335504304790493?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/4724335504304790493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=4724335504304790493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4724335504304790493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4724335504304790493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/12/hormones.html' title='Hormones'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SVAljDRYxlI/AAAAAAAABUM/N4wn3k48_0c/s72-c/hormones-thai-movie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-7264829610175545246</id><published>2008-12-21T14:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:54:35.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Hope</title><content type='html'>April is considerably lucky, because she has Ian to go out with every weekend, and they go to the same school which means that they can pakto almost 7 days per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is so lucky too to have Calvin as bf. There are like the sweetest couple in the world and Calvin treats Baby like loving him is the last thing he do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken is sooooo freaking lucky to even LIVE in his bf house for two months when he works in Penang. Everyday can see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea found a new job and PM is starting to fuss her about, duh, she wouldn't fuss if she doesn't care at all, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna talk abt F and E, in case they come murder me in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, dearest Jason, being jealous of his buddies, sulking heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When only I can be making people jealous of me instead... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(although Wa Chaw did jealous about me receiving sweet msg from my dear, in which she stated she never had one herself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time that I was not jealous at anybody was the time I was with S, but that was freaking long ago... Yea, how come all my exes SUCKED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping anyway.........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-7264829610175545246?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/7264829610175545246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=7264829610175545246' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/7264829610175545246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/7264829610175545246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-hope.html' title='Xmas Hope'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-77339156261096743</id><published>2008-12-16T23:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:42:19.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snail Sex Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SUfYMrvvg0I/AAAAAAAABS0/c-slAO3xNjA/s1600-h/roman-snail-21973.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Headstart, to Ian, I would like to say, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ARE YOU DEAD SURE YOU FIND THE RIGHT PICTURE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SUfQsQV3IRI/AAAAAAAABSo/ZvHYZIkwNds/s1600-h/pussy-cat-control.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280418546834678034" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SUfQsQV3IRI/AAAAAAAABSo/ZvHYZIkwNds/s400/pussy-cat-control.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;plz refer to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://applestupid.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;http://applestupid.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the picture to me seems that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE GIRL IS FUCKING THE GUY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hips @ vagina is too high for his cookuu to insert, unless you are suggesting he has a 10" cock, well, I must say she would be lucky; or they are just about to start sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it definately does not look like anal sex to me... and even it is the girl fucking the guy, or so, her "birdie" would be too far away from his asshole!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would the guy wanna raise up his legs? I thought the guy should be lying flat, while the girl works the bird bird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be some new sex sensation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(ps: Shit, I'm horny somehow now...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aiko had a very very very perculiar dream, about ME! Well, it all started that both of us were walking down a street, and bumped into these two guys, at their 40s, she said, and guess what happened next....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WAS RAPED BY THAT TWO GUYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st impression, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOSH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Aiko saw me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NAKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in her dream, although in real she never see me naked &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(as if she wants to),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but, but, but, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I WAS NAKED INFRONT OF HER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, which means she saw my asshole, saw my "kena-rape" face, and also saw my birdie... &lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE HELL!!&lt;/strong&gt; There goes my unintended naked scene infront of a girl... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(even though it was just a dream)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how big were their cocks again? Did I suffer or enjoy? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummercity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ps: Ok, I know whatchu thinking, cut it off!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maxthon sucks! It sucks like hell... Firefox is so much better than it. Some features Firefox can't perform, so I use Maxthon... But what to do, my PC decided after the revive from its death, it should start a vacation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Which means, you can put a snail at the left corner of your monitor, watch it slides to the right corner of your monitor, and still having the page on loading... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And watch the snail slides down your monitor, and still waiting the PC to respond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And say bye bye to the snail while it slides off to nowhere, and still waiting for PC to NOT responding... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nice hor? Next time should try a baby snail... =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next post, I'll try to upload my comic.... Is G-rated, so beware.... Wahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-77339156261096743?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/77339156261096743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=77339156261096743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/77339156261096743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/77339156261096743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/12/snail-sex-dream.html' title='Snail Sex Dream'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SUfQsQV3IRI/AAAAAAAABSo/ZvHYZIkwNds/s72-c/pussy-cat-control.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-4318852973803815306</id><published>2008-12-08T03:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T03:46:16.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Blog About....</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not gonna emo now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wanting to blog, which I duno what to blog about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's blog Ian.&lt;/span&gt; Ian helped me out with my freaking PC, he is truely a PC doctor. I'm looking forward to his big surgery when he helps me with my new CPU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt; have a new CPU, if you are using some sort of&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; 'lao-ya'&lt;/span&gt; CPU like mine. Try it for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's blog April.&lt;/span&gt; She declared that she is not going to meet my bf, because my bf looks extra-ordinary &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(in her opinion) &lt;/span&gt;like her ex jerk-bf, which I think is probably only because they have same styles in taking self portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ala... My bf looks nicer... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;情人眼里出西施&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's blog Fish. &lt;/span&gt;She a... Yerr.... Dun wan say here, later kena murdered by her, say other... She a, fat a bit d lo. Due to what we had ate just now in Medan Selera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and April both &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'kixiao'&lt;/span&gt; de, ordered alot of super delicious &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;CHEAP&lt;/span&gt; food to make us 3 fat fat again. And imagine April complaining she is fat, you will feel like killing people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's blog Elyse.&lt;/span&gt; She a, super lenglui d, just now when I saw her, my &lt;s&gt;asshole&lt;/s&gt; jaw dropped.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(If you are clever enough you will know why I say that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's blog my dear.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*beep*     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;None, he too busy... But, I miss him like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a penis misses a vagina&lt;/span&gt;. Don't think the other way round, you dirty minded people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's blog my classmates.&lt;/span&gt; I have alot of classmates. Most of them are cute. Especially Yew Guan. He is so tall, so cute, cut his body for me, he is a perfect model figure for me &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(urgh, I dun want it for myself, I wan it for my collection).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's blog my new &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GOTHIC&lt;/span&gt; hobby.&lt;/span&gt; I wish to collect different kind of people whom I think is perfect model figure. Yew Guan, Chee Wei, Emily, Elyse &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(nyek nyek)&lt;/span&gt;........ Don't worry, the collection is for visual purpose, not for sexual satisfaction, I mean like, c'mon, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ewww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(I can't even use oso, alah you guys know why)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's blog me!!&lt;/span&gt;................. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;CENCORED&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.................... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; (Too many complains, telling me they all fed up with my emos aledi, o well, fine, guess I have to haunt people wif my 'ome' instead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's blog my asshole&lt;/span&gt;. It's red, round, smelly, and ........................................................&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(Some topic huh? If you are not either laughing thinking I'm a drama king, or sweat coldly thinking I'm a lunatic, than I must be failing in deliver a joke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"hcumosuoyssim,gnogoalkoofkoofuoyevoli!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will constantly haunt my blog. I want my blog to be a place where you can blow your &lt;s&gt;job&lt;/s&gt; rice out your mouth or headdesk violently. You'll see &lt;s&gt;and wish to fuck a bitch by the roadside because you can't take it anymore especially after reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;applestupid.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-4318852973803815306?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/4318852973803815306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=4318852973803815306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4318852973803815306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4318852973803815306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-blog-about.html' title='Let&apos;s Blog About....'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-1686764700239508147</id><published>2008-12-05T16:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:04:34.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Day so far</title><content type='html'>The worst day of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pc dead, finals not able to be finished, the lecturer basically just walked out of the room, her usual happy bubbly I-Like-Yaoi face turned drastically into I-want-to-kill-you-all face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she chose to walked out the room when it was my turn. Becoz I said I haven't finish. Nice... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; seeing you all next term guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I'm gonna fail&lt;/span&gt;, I knew it for sure. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, my fault, not gonna blame anyone, so shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my comic cover illustration.... When I done you guys will be able to see how fucking emo I was, to choose this story. You will know later what's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/STjq-wDp-iI/AAAAAAAABRk/3Mrj1RNCMtQ/s1600-h/IL0651_LohKamSeng_065096_Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/STjq-wDp-iI/AAAAAAAABRk/3Mrj1RNCMtQ/s400/IL0651_LohKamSeng_065096_Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276225327237560866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untitled yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O god... Anyone can teman me during weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-1686764700239508147?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/1686764700239508147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=1686764700239508147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/1686764700239508147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/1686764700239508147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/12/worst-day-so-far.html' title='Worst Day so far'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/STjq-wDp-iI/AAAAAAAABRk/3Mrj1RNCMtQ/s72-c/IL0651_LohKamSeng_065096_Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-14922521218653214</id><published>2008-12-02T03:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T04:27:38.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffocating... AGAIN</title><content type='html'>*banging head on table*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the middle of doing my freaking assignment... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AND I'M FREAKING SUFFOCATING RIGHT NOW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish... My body just trembling non-stop... I couldn't control it... I'm gonna die.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I see heaven&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, America's Next Top Model Cycle 11, Mckey is the newest winner!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;HOORAY!!! &lt;/span&gt;2nd winner without any bottom two appearance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/STRHC3Vln9I/AAAAAAAABRc/3S8-oO3TEyo/s1600-h/%5BANTM%5D_McKey09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/STRHC3Vln9I/AAAAAAAABRc/3S8-oO3TEyo/s400/%5BANTM%5D_McKey09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274919178097500114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My goddess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I still dun get apasal that freaking Samantha can get into final 2, but at least Sam is not the winner... Or else I'll murder Tyra. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(Hey, personal opinion k?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why am I always this negative? I remember I was once a super positive-minded guy. And o my, I'm so aware that my life, my blog, my whatever-I-can-think-of is getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EXTREMELY boring!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is boring. Every week work work work&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; (yea, I'm still stuck with that guitar teaching)&lt;/span&gt;, assignment assignment assignment &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(and yea, you wanna try imagine my work load?)&lt;/span&gt;, and yamcha yamcha yamcha &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(my only entertainment, sad huh?)&lt;/span&gt;. I seemingly just forget how to enjoy life. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus CHRIST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to be done! Unlike few years ago, I still have this choir to busy about, or some part-time jobs to do, or meet new friends, or clubbing, or even &lt;s&gt;sex&lt;/s&gt; dating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about guitar, Ya-Allah, the last time I held it, was it... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST YEAR?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What the fuck???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my holy god, come to think of it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;MY LIFE IS REALLY BORING!&lt;/span&gt; I had changed my habitat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really go and do something. But seriously I do not know apa mahu buat! Urgh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what to do anymore! Draw? Sing? Act? &lt;s&gt;Sex&lt;/s&gt;? Dance? Die? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(See, I'm being negative again) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair is still getting lesser, I swear to myself that I'll use my 1st earned money to go see doctor or some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hug you dear, just hug you and not thinking of anything... just let myself lost in your embrace, just let myself feel free in your warmth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some dramas... I need KC to come freaking kacau me again, so I can express all my anger and frustration on him straight on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya congrats Benny on making it into Top 10 in Popstar or whatever the show called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I'll try to organise my blog post, seemingly blogging has been my way of letting it out, but I guess it is time for me to go back to my "organised-self"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll live a GOOD holiday!!! Xmas is coming, 2009 is coming!&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; (Wow, one year habis like that, fortunately I still have my buddies and my dear with me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-14922521218653214?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/14922521218653214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=14922521218653214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/14922521218653214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/14922521218653214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/12/suffocating-again.html' title='Suffocating... AGAIN'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/STRHC3Vln9I/AAAAAAAABRc/3S8-oO3TEyo/s72-c/%5BANTM%5D_McKey09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-504284604736360698</id><published>2008-11-30T18:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:05:14.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Thoughts</title><content type='html'>O my holy god, it has been so long since I blog, also has it been so long since I online... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Also has it been so long since I see my dear&lt;/span&gt;.... *CMAO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final two weeks... Hectic time, I wanna puke already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Simshen's annual concert. Man it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;super tiring&lt;/span&gt;, and I am actually shock that my energy was completely used up. I sweat for the whole day, been sticky and itchy for the whole day &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(still abit itchy now)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess my life is all about being bullied by girls? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(One of the reason I hate girls, the brainless ones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry I'm not that kind of smart handsome asshole guy who emits super attractive aura like Lee Hom which makes any girl who sees me says "aaaaaaaaa, o my god". I'm the guy who say what I wanna say, who acts whatever I like, and&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; if you have problem with me then stay away from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes really cannot tahan those girls, as they found me as the "weak target", they start bullying me. And it is not like Aiko or Pui Mun or Fish, who had earned their rights to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"disrespect"&lt;/span&gt; me, these girls just know me for let's say,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; FEW DAYS&lt;/span&gt;? Is it because I don't get angry that easily, or IS IT? You wanna try me when I burst?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less that they know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I AM&lt;/span&gt; angry and frustrated the moment they started disrespect me. What do you think I'm still smiling for? Saving your life? I'm just avoiding a drama. Shitty girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls in my college are not like that at all! Grrr... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FREAKING LOW-LIFE GIRLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And it's hard to try to do things right. I mean, it is a concert. Even though you are just a crew member, a small mistake can really cost the show. And I nearly screw everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I lost the drama costumes of the kids. Which shocked me completely to hell when they said "it's lost!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched the whole damn MPAJ for that fucking plastic bag, and I was so under pressure &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(I had been under pressure since few weeks ago, with all the assignments)&lt;/span&gt;, and I am nearly to killing that annoying kid who just couldn't keep his mouth shut &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(not the one whom I lost the costume). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the drama kids declared that they found the costumes in the performers' room, in which they themselves had search &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;FEW FUCKING TIMES&lt;/span&gt; and told me "No it's not in the performers' room" for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A FEW FUCKING TIMES&lt;/span&gt; too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a wall thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may wonder why am I taking this whole thing so seriously? Even the crew member asked me to relax when the show was going on. My answer, I dunno. I just don't want to screw things, that's all. I have the histor&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IES &lt;/span&gt;of when anything went wrong, they always had something or &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DIRECTLY&lt;/span&gt; to do with me. Whether it is really my fault or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everytime. I hate that. Whatever not gonna elaborate here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like Teacher Happy. She is so passionate about her students' drama performaces. I think she is a perfectionist but flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward to two weeks later, after finish this sem. I really wanna feel the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dear, will you celebrate Xmas and New Year with me? I hope you can....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-504284604736360698?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/504284604736360698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=504284604736360698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/504284604736360698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/504284604736360698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/11/inner-thoughts.html' title='Inner Thoughts'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-2705998585695953737</id><published>2008-11-07T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:32:03.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomization</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I re-read the comics regarding the earthquake in China. I had read before some months ago, and happened to bump into them in a forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st one, eyes wet. 2nd one, tears dropped from my left eye. 3rd one, tears dropped from both eyes. 4th one, how come I can't see anything liao de??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao ye, so touching... And it was in the middle of the night, and I was rushing work as usual, and decided to rest, and after crying, I got too tire and I slept, just like that....zzzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As ya all probably knew already, I'm &lt;s&gt;single&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been in a hurtful and painful relationships before &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(the others were all stupid dramas, especially KC THE FUCKING JERK!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;, I've learn, so now everything is just going with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course do hope this time it works out, and I'll still do my best. I hope my dear understands too. We'll work it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear, to tell you, when I'm in the game, I won't quit until I lose. So please have faith in me, and I'll have faith in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sayang Aiko, hope you are getting through it! I know you'll! Here's some love, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;MUAX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;College works are, mentally and physically killing me. I have nothing more to say about it except URGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I saw S's best friend in Plaza Rakyat one day, and got so sensitive course I guessed he was nearby. 1% of me did wish to see him, only because I wanted to punch him. But the other 99%, no, I do not wish to see his fuck face ever again in my whole life. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Er, I got nothing to say d.... Blek... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OH YA, dear, LOVE YA!!&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-2705998585695953737?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/2705998585695953737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=2705998585695953737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/2705998585695953737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/2705998585695953737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/11/randomization.html' title='Randomization'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-635150272978244285</id><published>2008-11-04T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:56:23.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>闷骚</title><content type='html'>好久没有用华语写部落格了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然间很想写东西，可是最近除了“那件事”之外，我真的再也想不出有什么可以写了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一，生活正常，功课依旧繁忙，压力还在，依旧没什么突飞猛进的进步。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第二，学校正常，跟同学们都融洽相处。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第三，每个拜五礼拜去喝茶，跟猪朋狗友谈天说地，话题还是在“那个”，说得有点腻了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第四，我的猪朋狗友们都知道了我已经……，想知道是什么事情去问他们。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第五，每个拜六在家发呆，偶尔出去看电影。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第六，开始玩另一个线上游戏Cabal，玩完美世界玩到sien了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第七，很久没有跟别的猪朋狗友谈天了，人际关系非常的差，非比从前。&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;(阿Ken都不理我的！讨厌你！！）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第八，很久没有认识新朋友了，脱离那个圈子很久了，发生什么事情我也不知道了，也不想知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第九，好想去clubbing，身体都快生锈了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第十，好想去某个地方轻松一下。哪里都好，只要不是我去过的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第十一，聘请parttime “儿子”和“男友”，我已经有了老婆，未来老婆，女朋友，情妇，老公，干爹，干娘，干哥，干弟，干姐，干妹和女儿……只欠这两个。&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;（我不要情夫）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第十二，&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;你们的朋友我快闷死了啦！！！！！！！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-635150272978244285?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/635150272978244285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=635150272978244285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/635150272978244285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/635150272978244285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='闷骚'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-4741847285999718262</id><published>2008-10-29T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:51:36.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap</title><content type='html'>I'm stress out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done, not gonna say more course fuck I know fuckingly what I'm gonna get next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I don't even know what I'm thinking recently... I can't catch what I'm thinking, so, I think I should give up trying to squeeze something here... Course I really dunno what I'm thinking, although I'm thinking alot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-4741847285999718262?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/4741847285999718262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=4741847285999718262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4741847285999718262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4741847285999718262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/10/crap.html' title='crap'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-1360925192474560255</id><published>2008-10-28T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T03:18:25.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news coming....I guess</title><content type='html'>I really can't believe our country, starts with the alphabet 'M', produces alot of certain species of humankind which we all called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'IDIOTS'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And usually the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; IDIOTS&lt;/span&gt; are too idiotic to admit that they are indeed idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna know what I mean, you can just flip through newspaper everyday and discover a brand new idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfectly happy that I'm still in the range of extra-normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress is making me crazy... Super crazy... I can die anytime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, my fault, I can't blame anyone, I know, shut up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry, I wanna die....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, oh ya, I think you guys will be hearing a GOOD news anytime in these days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be very 期待-ing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-1360925192474560255?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/1360925192474560255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=1360925192474560255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/1360925192474560255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/1360925192474560255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-news-comingi-guess.html' title='Good news coming....I guess'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-1252408397247157452</id><published>2008-10-20T10:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:39:45.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIEN DIE PEOPLE LA!!!</title><content type='html'>Life is a little bit too boring for me to blog, coz there ain't anything extraordinary that I can blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-1252408397247157452?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/1252408397247157452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=1252408397247157452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/1252408397247157452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/1252408397247157452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/10/sien-die-people-la.html' title='SIEN DIE PEOPLE LA!!!'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-7582925187678352164</id><published>2008-10-14T17:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:58:18.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我爱周杰伦</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;周杰伦的新专辑超棒耶！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然正版专辑还没有发行，可是他的新歌已经面市，我嘛！当然跟别人一样，下载先听为快。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SPRkGf0j1SI/AAAAAAAABRU/_YEUWZNbqq0/s1600-h/20080922153847644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256936727832155426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SPRkGf0j1SI/AAAAAAAABRU/_YEUWZNbqq0/s400/20080922153847644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个字，&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;赞！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其中两首歌，就成功让我哭出来了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我先哭的是“稻香”。咋听之下还不会真的哭出来，只是觉得歌很轻松，很活跃。当我坐下来，抽出一些时间好好仔细听，再加上他的歌词，天啊，还真把我的泪水飙出来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听歌最重要的不是什么旋律，而是整首歌所要表达的东西和感觉。我的感觉和这首歌的频率协调，而且歌词内容非常写实&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;（本人比较喜欢写实的歌词）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;对这个世界如果你有太多的抱怨&lt;br /&gt;　　跌倒了就不敢继续往前走&lt;br /&gt;　　为什么人要这么的脆弱 堕落&lt;br /&gt;　　请你打开电视看看&lt;br /&gt;　　多少人为生命在努力勇敢的走下去&lt;br /&gt;　　我们是不是该知足&lt;br /&gt;　　珍惜一切 就算没有拥有 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;　　还记得你说家是唯一的城堡 随着稻香河流继续奔跑&lt;br /&gt;　　微微笑 小时候的梦我知道&lt;br /&gt;　　不要哭让萤火虫带着你逃跑 乡间的歌谣永远的依靠&lt;br /&gt;　　回家吧 回到最初的美好 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;　　不要这么容易就想放弃 就像我说的&lt;br /&gt;　　追不到的梦想 换个梦不就得了&lt;br /&gt;　　为自己的人生鲜艳上色 先把爱涂上喜欢的颜色 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;　　笑一个吧 功成名就不是目的&lt;br /&gt;　　让自己快乐快乐这才叫做意义&lt;br /&gt;　　童年的纸飞机 现在终于飞回我手里 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;　　所谓的那快乐 赤脚在田里追蜻蜓追到累了&lt;br /&gt;　　偷摘水果被蜜蜂给叮到怕了 谁在偷笑呢&lt;br /&gt;　　我靠着稻草人吹着风唱着歌睡着了&lt;br /&gt;　　哦 哦 午后吉它在虫鸣中更清脆&lt;br /&gt;　　哦 哦 阳光洒在路上就不怕心碎&lt;br /&gt;　　珍惜一切 就算没有拥有 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;　 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;还记得你说家是唯一的城堡 随着稻香河流继续奔跑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;　　微微笑 小时候的梦我知道&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;　　不要哭让萤火虫带着你逃跑 乡间的歌谣永远的依靠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;　　回家吧 回到最初的美好 &lt;/span&gt;x 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“稻香”的歌词就非常感动，是一首激励的歌。尤其是橙色那部分，很有家乡的感觉，突然让我想起婆婆，还有小时候那些感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第二首歌让我哭成爵士泪人的是“说好的幸福”。看完歌词后，你们就明白为什么我会哭成泪人了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;你的绘画凌乱着 在这个时刻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;我想起喷泉旁的白鸽 甜蜜散乱了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;情绪莫名的拉扯 我还爱你呐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;伴你断断续续唱着歌 假装没事了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;时间过了走了 爱情面临选择&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;你冷了 倦了 我哭了 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;一开始的不快乐 你用卡片拭写着 有些爱只给到这真的懂了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;怎麽了 你累了 说好的 幸福呢 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;我懂了 不说了 爱淡了 梦远了 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;开心与不开心 一一叙说着 你在不舍 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;那些爱过的感觉都太深刻 我都还记得 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;你不等了 说好的 幸福呐 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;我错了 泪干了 放手了 后悔了 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;只是回忆的音乐盒还旋转着 要怎么停呐 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哇老耶！橙色那一部分，别说听那个旋律了，就看歌词罢了，就已经够伤感了。当然，你们应该知道我想起谁了啦！除了他还有谁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哭了不知几多遍。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一类型的歌，比较写实比较真实，也比较容易感动。像是“安静”啦，“简单爱”啦，“半岛铁盒”啦，“爷爷泡的茶”啦，都比较具有真实的感觉。 “安静”也让我哭到不行。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老实说，我不喜欢林俊杰的歌。太过于华丽了。什么木乃伊，又把木乃伊跟爱情扯上关系；或者什么89757，又是跟爱情有关系；最后还来个杀手，又是他妈的跟爱情有关系。无聊透顶，什么都是跟爱情有关系，搞胃，白白浪费了那首歌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;王力宏是个才子，但是他的音乐太多元素了，我本人认为啦！目前还没被他的歌感动过，不过他的歌是好听啦！“Forever Love” 是最好的！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然我喜欢周杰伦，但是并不是所有他的歌都好听。正常的啦！不过多数都好听咯！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;支持杰伦！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-7582925187678352164?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/7582925187678352164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=7582925187678352164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/7582925187678352164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/7582925187678352164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_14.html' title='我爱周杰伦'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SPRkGf0j1SI/AAAAAAAABRU/_YEUWZNbqq0/s72-c/20080922153847644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-8639557032672236778</id><published>2008-10-13T09:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:29:09.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sniff sniff*</title><content type='html'>There were actually alot of stuffs happening around, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most interesting things is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MY FUCKING CABLE PORT IS ROSAK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*double sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FUCK!!!&lt;/span&gt; Cibai cable port, it has its whole lifetime to rosak, but it didn't, it chose to rosak during my hectic time where I have to use PC all the time!!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; FUCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr... Mana aku punya DaVinci Code book!!! Me want rip it like hell, fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway is it time for me to just open my heart and let someone else in? That fucker was not willing to do so, but there IS someone who is willing now.... But I dunno whether I'm ready, GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCK THE CABLE PORT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;do read this : &lt;a href="http://applestupid.blogspot.com/2008/10/replacement-f-word.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;what the intercourse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://applestupid.blogspot.com/2008/10/replacement-f-word.html"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-8639557032672236778?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/8639557032672236778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=8639557032672236778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/8639557032672236778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/8639557032672236778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/10/sniff-sniff.html' title='*sniff sniff*'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-4285250672320213040</id><published>2008-10-09T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:23:42.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please dun read, it's just my emo diary...</title><content type='html'>I was so busy, that I get frustrated all the time, and angry at myself all the time, that I eventually got myself even more tire than I should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in addition to that, my dad and mom had been ANNOYING me by telling me to get my stuffs unpack or arrange or do whatever with all those 'junks' so my room is more tidier. Well yea, you squeeze out some time for me and I'll do it. As a matter of fact, I WAS doing it, until I feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpacking is always NOT EASY. I have to find a place where I can find all my stuffs EASILY. Aparently my dear room is not big enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so frustrated at myself for not able to do well in my works. It is so different trying to fit in again in my house. I have to try so hard not to annoy them by staying late, and I have to fight to not let myself get annoyed at their 'scoldings'. Because if I get disturbed or annoyed, I can't focus on my work, and my dad 'likes' to annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to travel from Cheras to Sunway and back to Cheras everyday. Then sweating from the moment I stepped out from my house to back to my house, this is so uncomfortable. So tiring le..... I feel you Melinda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tidying my room, and I found these letters that I and Pui Mun used to wrote to each other. OMG those are hilarious. You should see how immature we were (or specifically, I WAS), so funny... But I decided to throw them away... Duh, Pui Mun and me are buddies, I do not need letters to remind me about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many memories. All those letters and greeting cards I received from all sorts of friends, 桉信，俊龙，佩妤，明山哥哥，韵璇，振渊，维联，沛君(sorry can't find ur name)，翠华，玲玮，Josiah，远祥，巧灵，媛婷，表弟......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, Pui Mun, you really should recall back those letters that we wrote, SO NOT THE PERSON WE ARE NOW! I laugh my ass off at how you scolded me and made fun of me and how I made fun of you judging from the isi kandungan and stuffs. Holy shit, it was like reading my son's letters with his girlfriend. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those times we really have alot of free time to rubbish almost anything! Now, everyone busy their stuffs, busy with life, so ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I see those letters, so ironic how people can become from friends who can rubbish alot to "hey hi bye" friends. Maybe is my fault? Example like Jia Ying, she was one of the most OLD friends I ever knew, or Zhen Yuan, or Jun Meng... Or even those in secondary schools... Too little time to keep in touch with all of them. You can only have a handful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine I'm not staying in Cheras, I probably will not be as close as I am to Fish la, Ian la, Chaw la... 长大后的代价吗? Ok, I'm being stupid here, it is just my own responsibility to keep in touch with others... haha... What the fuck am I thinking now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threw away alot of stuffs, especially primary stuffs. I saw this birthday card that Jia Ying gave me, it says :"It's Your Birthday!" Now I know why there is a song called "It's Your Birthday" in Midnight Puppet Musical. Rupa-rupa 已经有了前奏.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw away all the letters lu! Those were nice memories, but memories are kept inside the heart, not by letters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Da Vinci's Code novel infront of me. You should see how I treated my own books, and how I treated THIS book. I just throw it, smash it, step on it, I even want to rip it. Oh well I did. IT FEELS SO GOOD!!!! FUCK YA!!!! (I was actually smiling and riping and writing blog at the same time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I have so many pages to rip, which maybe I will keep it, so whenever I'm sad or unhappy I can rip it. And be happy. WAKAKA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still dreaming of you-guys-all-know-who in the middle of the night, in fact I just felt like crying yesterday night.... Haiz, why is it so hard to forget.... I just finished 甜言蜜语 last night, and felt that I ACTUALLY CRIED about that fucking old fashioned storyline that I can predict 2 thousands years ago! Gosh, unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can forgive people, the whole moral value is about forgiving, but I'm sorry, it's Jason you are talking about, forgiving that fucker? HELL NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I'm stuck in HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO CLEAN MY ROOM. Haiz.... I still have works to do, what the fuck, this is my room, can't it just be messy? I'm starting to think maybe I can't live with people, they will just hate my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get lost again... Lost in cleaning my own fucking room which leads to lost in what the hell am I doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not been knowing any new friends at all. I quit that world, I quit everything. It is just so hard to reform yourself in a place I had been in so long. My daily schedule has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm feeling like those typically modern world male who has nothing better to do than everyday get himself busy with his assignment, chit chat with some friends, do the same things over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, I miss the Jason who wrote all those immature letters. I miss that personality. Or maybe I'm just not meant to be in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so surprising that a clean-up can lead to sooo many emotions. What the fuck. Why am I so emotional recently, especially when I'm alone? If someone is infront of me, I feel... relax... Ok not my parents....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, I think I know the answers. For my friends, I can tell them anything easily. They can even know what I'm thinking easily. And by that of coz I feel relax infront of them. But I guess, I WANT my family to know what I am thinking too! I want to be able to talk to my family like I do my friends. I can just find a new found friend or a stranger and start talking any stuffs about myself, but I can't even convey the simplest feeling like 'I'm stress, mom' or 'I feel useless, dad' to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what they will say, but no matter what they will say, it is not what I need. "Don't be silly, you are not out in the world yet" or something like that. When my dad nagged me about my room, I told him I was busy, I need to finish my work! And still he nagged, and nagged, and in the end, I did not have the mood to finish my works, OR cleaning my room. FUCK THE ROOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAA..... Sometimes this kind of things really is so unneccessary to my friends or anyone. I just need to complain, then I'm ok. I do not have a diary, so blogging is the fastest way. And I somehow wish people to read it, but if they dun it is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm done complaining? I guess? Hmm... Anyway, whatever.... Waiting for something to cheer me up... Not human, something. Maybe a book? Money? Just not human please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm closing myself up. I am not like what I used to, opening up myself. Everything that I felt, I kept to myself, becoz it is unneccessary to tell people. I had start to put mask and protection on me. I am starting to become fake already. Haiz...  Whatever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-4285250672320213040?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/4285250672320213040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=4285250672320213040' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4285250672320213040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4285250672320213040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-dun-read-its-just-my-emo-diary.html' title='Please dun read, it&apos;s just my emo diary...'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-716385904483164091</id><published>2008-10-09T08:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:26:58.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>I dunno what to say... these are how I feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, happy, lonely, busy, free, die, frustrated, bad-tempered, relaxed, pressure, annoying, what-the-fuck, love, like, hate, want, demand, stop, lost, found.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-716385904483164091?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/716385904483164091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=716385904483164091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/716385904483164091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/716385904483164091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-336674439485757439</id><published>2008-09-28T03:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:08:32.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting Trip</title><content type='html'>We went Genting!!!!! OMG, we actually went there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(It sounded like we never been there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Ian driving, which he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;fortunately&lt;/span&gt; was driving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;SAFELY&lt;/span&gt;, April, Fishie, Me and his little bro &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(who happened to be his bday, Happy Bday you... erm... what was the word again?)&lt;/span&gt; scrambled up to Genting for the sake of scramble up to Genting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6T7Bhbi-I/AAAAAAAABO0/StAor38HM1A/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6T7Bhbi-I/AAAAAAAABO0/StAor38HM1A/s400/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250796857790794722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Jason, Top Cam-Hore Winner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6T7TXwwYI/AAAAAAAABO8/JBstahg7jDI/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6T7TXwwYI/AAAAAAAABO8/JBstahg7jDI/s400/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250796862582079874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Fishie, Top Cam-Hore Runner Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long never been there. The air, the weather, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;OMG, I WAS LOVING IT!!&lt;/span&gt; So cool, so cold, and so many &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lengzais&lt;/span&gt;... Actually only a few la, ahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6T7rfN68I/AAAAAAAABPE/aEQ4K4R3Dvg/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6T7rfN68I/AAAAAAAABPE/aEQ4K4R3Dvg/s400/03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250796869055802306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Can't wait to syok sendiri de gang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were actually just loitering around, nothing much, went inside the shops to see see, practically bullying Ian into buying a new shirt to change his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;URGH&lt;/span&gt;-I-dunno-how-say-it image, which failed in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I spotted the shirt that I wanted to buy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; SO MUCH&lt;/span&gt; inside PDI Concept Store! It was RM169 during the CNY, which I didn't have the money to buy, but just then I saw the shirt in the pick-yourself section, and it only costed me RM41. Massive difference, and how fast a cloth can be off-seasoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anyway I like my shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6T7xHtgxI/AAAAAAAABPM/NjJTgI5dteM/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6T7xHtgxI/AAAAAAAABPM/NjJTgI5dteM/s400/04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250796870567822098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Fishie and Jason  (I changed into my newly bought SEED shirt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6T8OlOzgI/AAAAAAAABPU/RKDmG6tSOmQ/s1600-h/1_195673295l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6T8OlOzgI/AAAAAAAABPU/RKDmG6tSOmQ/s400/1_195673295l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250796878476267010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Me in my newly bought SEED shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked, and we took picture infront of the snow house. Owww, I miss it. Snowwww.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6Uj-zmiyI/AAAAAAAABPc/nkfMSVnrrRI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6Uj-zmiyI/AAAAAAAABPc/nkfMSVnrrRI/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250797561436343074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Our Tradition to take pic infront Snowhouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6UkEGR7DI/AAAAAAAABPk/T5g9SHAGYQ8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6UkEGR7DI/AAAAAAAABPk/T5g9SHAGYQ8/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250797562856860722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Look Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6UkFHxiKI/AAAAAAAABPs/VIJ42RS-vS0/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6UkFHxiKI/AAAAAAAABPs/VIJ42RS-vS0/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250797563131562146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;We make such fine couple, don't you think so? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;(Dun worry la Ian, I just wan SS only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat Kenny Roger's, which was probably the most satisfying meal with a satisfying price in Genting&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; (for us la)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about our past. There were once, I and my ex Seen, April and Edison and Fish and her ex went to Genting together before. So ironic that things just change, none of us are with the people that we were with. Haiz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was just a quick stupid flash back, then our mood was becoming crazier from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6UkcW7RJI/AAAAAAAABP0/IyEAOAJHyFs/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6UkcW7RJI/AAAAAAAABP0/IyEAOAJHyFs/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250797569369130130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;The Picking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6UkjdYirI/AAAAAAAABP8/UaxxoaoE-Qs/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6UkjdYirI/AAAAAAAABP8/UaxxoaoE-Qs/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250797571275262642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;2 lovely couples, 1 real 1 fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6VFW0PAxI/AAAAAAAABQE/qL5V3LgsVUE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6VFW0PAxI/AAAAAAAABQE/qL5V3LgsVUE/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250798134817129234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I seriously didn't notice why I put my hand like that, makes me so, erm, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIRLY&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked out First World&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; (wonder why not Second World)&lt;/span&gt;, then and one point I glanced through a sign board, where I was stunned looking at it. I thought I saw the word&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'FUCK'&lt;/span&gt;, which in reality this is how it looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6VGO_N8lI/AAAAAAAABQM/TR8PKfRgJzo/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6VGO_N8lI/AAAAAAAABQM/TR8PKfRgJzo/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250798149895582290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hmmm.... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had the most fucking cibai stupid syok sendiri time at the park, just further from the Starbucks. People kept passing by, laughing, but we 5&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; (actually it was we 3)&lt;/span&gt; just so SS, taking pictures all around, trying to become Malaysia Next Top Model &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(ala, as usual la)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6VGVZgFTI/AAAAAAAABQU/djEuAz9a2gI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6VGVZgFTI/AAAAAAAABQU/djEuAz9a2gI/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250798151616435506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/21139418/1/963818081"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-418.friendster.com/e1/photos/81/49/21139418/1_963818081l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6VGoX5QJI/AAAAAAAABQc/yXBbjQ_Ej6A/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6VGoX5QJI/AAAAAAAABQc/yXBbjQ_Ej6A/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250798156709970066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6VGtqg9SI/AAAAAAAABQk/AFWoJNvFfVA/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6VGtqg9SI/AAAAAAAABQk/AFWoJNvFfVA/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250798158130246946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6Vmb4cUTI/AAAAAAAABQs/WjYIhr-CJIk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6Vmb4cUTI/AAAAAAAABQs/WjYIhr-CJIk/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250798703112638770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Me and Fish cannot tahan d, so we laughed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6VmukwY5I/AAAAAAAABQ0/BCYAg2uUhIE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6VmukwY5I/AAAAAAAABQ0/BCYAg2uUhIE/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250798708130341778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Models - April, Jason and Fish, The Winners of Top Syok Sendiri People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6VmlBscAI/AAAAAAAABQ8/cxyBfloHlh8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6VmlBscAI/AAAAAAAABQ8/cxyBfloHlh8/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250798705567363074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were standing at the edge of the park &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(where if you jump you sure die)&lt;/span&gt;. Something funny happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 quotes that you guys should listen to, practically April, Ian and me invented them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. April : You jump, I jump, but no one teman me jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Me &amp;amp; Ian : You jump, I jump, we all watch you jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. April &amp;amp; Ian : You jump, I jump, when you jump we will say "FUUYOO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought some Starbucks beverage and went back to the park, only to kacau the people there, chit chat, laughed, go cookuu, in the end this came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6VmgD52wI/AAAAAAAABRE/fFGd9yb43jo/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6VmgD52wI/AAAAAAAABRE/fFGd9yb43jo/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250798704234453762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Hmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6VmszJdOI/AAAAAAAABRM/EJOFUGcnjZc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6VmszJdOI/AAAAAAAABRM/EJOFUGcnjZc/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250798707653833954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;HMMM....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, but overally we had great times... Nyek Nyek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link to see all pictures will be here : &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?a=644718033&amp;amp;uid=21139418"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SEE THE PICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne ne ne bu bu, Khaishin can't go... Ne ne ne bu bu, Pui Mun can't go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(Anyway hor, Pui Mun, make sure when u reading this post, don't let ur mom sees me and Fish de pics, kekeke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;ps : Wakaka, somehow I wish Yew Guan was there... wakakaka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, be sure to read this blog :&lt;a href="http://applestupid.blogspot.com/"&gt; http://applestupid.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a blog designed by Ian, his bro and me, for the sake of laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-336674439485757439?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/336674439485757439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=336674439485757439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/336674439485757439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/336674439485757439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/09/genting-trip.html' title='Genting Trip'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SN6T7Bhbi-I/AAAAAAAABO0/StAor38HM1A/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-6687072801515877396</id><published>2008-09-26T03:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:03:41.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For all you Christmas lovers out there!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;FROM: Pauline Lewis, Human Resources Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; TO: All Employees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; DATE: 4 November 2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; RE: Christmas Party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to inform you that the company Christmas Party will take place on December 23rd, starting at noon in the private function room at the Grill House. There will be a cash bar and plenty of drinks! We'll have a small band playing traditional carols .... please feel free to sing along. And don't be surprised if the Management Director shows up dressed as Santa Claus! A Christmas tree will be lit at 1:00pm. Exchange of gifts among employees can be done at that time; however, no gift should be over $10.00 to make the giving of gifts easy for everyone's pockets. This gathering is only for employees! The MD will make a special announcement at the Party.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to you and your Family.&lt;br /&gt;Pauline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; FROM: Pauline Lewis, Human Resources Director &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; TO: All Employees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; DATE: 5 November 2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; RE: Holiday Party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no way was yesterday's memo intended to exclude our Jewish employees. We recognise that Chanukah is an important holiday, which often coincides with Christmas, though unfortunately not this year. However, from now on we're calling it our "Holiday Party". The same policy applies to any other employees who are not Christians. There will be no Christmas tree or Christmas carols sung. We will have other types of music for your enjoyment. Happy now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays to you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;Pauline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; FROM: Pauline Lewis, Human Resources Director &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; TO: All Employees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; DATE: 6 November 2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; RE: Holiday Party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the note I received from a member of Alcoholics Anonymous requesting a non-drinking table ... you didn't sign your name. I'm happy to accommodate this request, but if I put a sign on a table that reads, "AA Only"; you wouldn't be anonymous anymore!!!!! How am I supposed to handle this? Somebody? Forget about the gift exchange, no gift exchange allowed now since the Union Officials feel that $10.00 is too much money and Management believe $10.00 is a little cheap. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO GIFT EXCHANGE WILL BE ALLOWED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; FROM: Pauline Lewis, Human Resources Director &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; TO: All Employees&lt;br /&gt;DATE: 7 November 2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; RE: Holiday Party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a diverse group we are! I had no idea that December 20th begins the Muslim holy month of Ramadan, which forbids eating and drinking during daylight hours. There goes the party! Seriously, we can appreciate how a luncheon at this time of year does not accommodate our Muslin employees' beliefs, perhaps the Grill House can hold off on serving your meal until the end of the party - or else package everything up for you to take home in a little foil doggy bag. Will that work? Meanwhile, I've arranged for members of Weight Watchers to sit farthest from the dessert buffet and pregnant women will get the table closest to the toilets. Gays are allowed to sit with each other, Lesbians do not have to sit with gay men, each will have their own table. Yes, there will be flower arrangements for the gay men's table too. To the person asking permission to cross dress - no cross dressing allowed. We will have booster seats for short people. Low fat food will be available for those on a diet. We cannot control the salt used in the food we suggest those people with high blood pressure taste the food first. There will be fresh fruits as dessert for Diabetics, the restaurant cannot supply "No Sugar" desserts. Sorrry! Did I miss anything ?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Pauline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; FROM: Pauline Lewis, Human Resources Director &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; TO: All F****** Employees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; DATE: 8 November 2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; RE: The F****** Holiday Party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetarian pricks I've had it with you people!!! We're going to keep this party at the Grill House whether you like it or not, so you can sit quietly at the table furthest from the "grill of death," as you so quaintly put it, and you'll get your f****** salad bar, including organic tomatoes. But you know tomatoes have feelings too. They scream when you slice them. I've heard them scream. I'm hearing them scream right &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;NOW !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I hope you all have a rotten holiday, drink drive and die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bitch from HELL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; FROM: John Bishop, Acting Human Resources Director &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; DATE: 9 November 2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; RE: Pauline Lewis and Holiday Party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I speak for all of us in wishing Pauline Lewis a speedy recovery and I'll continue to forward your cards to her. In the meantime, the Management has decided to cancel our Holiday Party and instead give everyone the afternoon of the 23rd December off with full pay.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;(Laughed me to hell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-6687072801515877396?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/6687072801515877396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=6687072801515877396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/6687072801515877396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/6687072801515877396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-all-you-christmas-lovers-out-there.html' title='For all you Christmas lovers out there!!'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-2508948328449478481</id><published>2008-09-24T15:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:22:02.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Dun Read except S &amp; KC, If you guys ever come to my blog</title><content type='html'>(Oh god, I'm gonna be in trouble if my sis or any cousin read this, so sis or cousins, if you guys did read this, please shut up. It's my life. Not yours.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian has April. April has Ian.&lt;br /&gt;MunG has Chel.&lt;br /&gt;Elyse has hers.&lt;br /&gt;Khaishin has hers.&lt;br /&gt;Zuzu has his.&lt;br /&gt;Ken has his. (Fuck, I think this guy totally forget about my existence)&lt;br /&gt;Grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Fish are the only known people who are still single. Especially me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's wrong with me finding someone to hug? After what S did to me, I just let myself be in the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I ONSed, and yea you were fucking right KC, I did group, so what's wrong with that? Sex is nothing to me now. As well as love is nothing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S, you loved me, you used my body, and you threw me away. I swore to god that you will be the last person I ever love and sex with. And you just left me in despair. You were the one who broke all the promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I have left? I have nothing. This body is no longer yours, nor mine. This heart, is completely broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can think I'm a slut. Yes I'm. But everytime I ons, I imagined that that person was you. And if that person did not give me the feeling of you, I keep finding. I want to feel back the moment you were with me. I just wanna to feel you back. And I just keep on finding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hug you. I just let myself be in hell, let anyone attacked me. I'm stupid, and I'm still stupid. You will never understand, that how huge is your damage to me. You will never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to choose me if you will leave me? I'M NOT OKAY RIGHT NOW!!!!!! I DO NOT WANT TO LEAVE YOU, I DO NOT WANT YOU TO LEAVE ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND! COZ U R THE ONE LEAVING ME!!!! U WON UNDERSTAND!!!!!!!!!! HOW CAN U DUN UNDERSTAND!!! I NEED U SOO MUCH!! I JUST FUCKING NEED U, U ONLY, JUST U!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLZ DUN TELL ME TO CHERISH WAT WE HAD, OR BE GLAD WE WERE TOGETHER, OF COZ U WILL SAY LIKE DAT CUZ U R THE ONE LEAVING ME!!! WHY DO U HAVE TO DAMAGE MY LIFE!!! WHY DO U ALL HAVE TO DAMAGE MY LIFE!!!! WHAT DID I DO WRONG? IS LOVING YOU A WRONG? IS GOD PUNISHING ME RIGHT NOW? FOR LOVING YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEN I LOVE YOU SO DAMN MUCH, I CAN'T FORGET, I THOUGHT I DID, I TRIED, I WANTED TO, BUT FOR ALL THESE TWO YEARS, I M STILL THINKING OF YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY SINGLE NIGHT!!! EVERY SINGLE NIGHT BEFORE I SLEEP, I THINK OF YOU, I THINK OF YOU COMING BACK TO ME, KISSING ME, HUGGING ME, I IMAGINE YOU ARE STILL MINE,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I LOVE YOU SEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE YOU TOO DEEP ALREADY....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BREATHE NOW, MY HEART IS IN PAIN, I WANT THIS ALL TO STOP. I CAN'T. IF I M AN ORPHANAGE NOW I SURE CHOOSE TO GO SUICIDE. YES I M SERIOUS. I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU. I JUST WANT TO BE WITH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC, you can go around to spread my rumours, I don care, coz I'm sure you even told Seen about what I ever did. In my subconscious mind, I knew he would never come back anymore. Who would pick up a toy they threw away, or a toy which was so dirty, so unworthy? Yes I'm dirty, TOO dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks KC, I hope you die a terrible death. You are one of the most disgusting creature on earth I ever meet. You're too fucking perasan, thinking everyone in the world will like you, I'm so sorry, even your own fucking ex-housemate loathed you. You have no brains at all, coz if you do, you won't fail... You have no life at all, continue talk bad about, better if all people in plu world know what kind of person I am, COZ I DUN GIVE A DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the people who rumoured me to KC, whatever, you guys suck. Thanks for letting me know, there is not much true friends for me in this plu circle, especially the high profile people, I guess almost you all are fakers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I say, I do not need you guys to like me, or to understand me, I feel betrayed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my buddies is enough. More than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here, trying hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, done crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-2508948328449478481?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/2508948328449478481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=2508948328449478481' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/2508948328449478481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/2508948328449478481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/09/please-dun-read-except-s-kc-if-you-guys.html' title='Please Dun Read except S &amp; KC, If you guys ever come to my blog'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-358190944983389682</id><published>2008-09-22T00:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:19:26.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A BASTARDIOUS CALL</title><content type='html'>I was like, 'happily' teaching while someone who is in the 2nd last place in mind my called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my phone, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;KC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, o great, seeing his name means nothing good will happen. I was lazy to listen to his voice, as I was teaching, so I just ignored him. He called for a few times, even using an unknown number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;beh tahan&lt;/span&gt; the disturb, after class, I answered it, in the lobby of Simshen Music Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I heard is fast Mandarin speech, in a dulan and disturbing tune &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(reminded me of Disturbia)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(Ok, what I'll be typing is not exactly what he said, but is sumthing similar la...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Bla bla bla... Why you go around and tell bad things about me... Bla bla bla... Alot ppl called me telling me that 'they dunno I'm this kind of person'... What what groupsex... Bla bla bla... Also so long time ago la.... Bla bla bla... Melinda told me you told her that I bla bla bla... Say dun fren with me... Bla bla bla... About I fail la... Bla bla bla"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I said I didn't say bad things about him anymore, the most I said is just mentioning he was my you-know-who before, that's it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; (and I guess he does not believe, well, of coz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let me get this straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I once saw you came out from Melinda's classroom, so I asked why was he inside her class, she said he was a senior who happened to fail into her class &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(dun accuse anyone on this, you did fail, and it is your fucking attitude which made you fail, you loser)&lt;/span&gt; and happened to be in a same group with her, and I told her that you were my ex. She was shocked at 1st, so was I, but nothing happened after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in Tutson Talk, I was hoping Melinda to sit with me, instead she went to sit with you, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;OF COZ&lt;/span&gt; I was feeling uneasy, and jealous, coz she went to sit with my ex. Then I complained to her why she sat with you, and I kinda geram abit. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he can go all the way accusing me saying bad things abt him to Melinda. So I called Mel, asking her what the fuck was going on. Skip here. Or else someone will be accusing my buddy like he did me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for Melinda, even if she told him these facts, it was nothing. Like she cared. She did not even remember summore. And if you said I dun allow Mel to befriend you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you are so stupid&lt;/span&gt;. It is Mel's choice to befriend you, not mine. If she chose not to befriend you,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; it's your fucking problem&lt;/span&gt;, dun blame it on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, he said I rumoured him around. Ok, the last time I rumoured him was months way back, you guys can refer to one of my previous post. Because he started to rumour about me at first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-rumors-can-spread.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-rumors-can-spread.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(He accused me that I told Zuzu to don't find him, where it was Zuzu himself who didn't want to find him.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whenever someone mentioned your cibai name under my nose, things like this happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A : .... KC....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(someone mentioning KC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Jason : Ow, KC a...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(just disgusted by the hearing of the name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A : Why le, you know him a?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Jason : Yea... He was my ex&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(if I'm in open heart mood)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Jason : Yea... Normal friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(if I'm in defensive mood)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A : Oh, bla bla bla tell me more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Jason : I dun wan to talk about it, skip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; (Duh, do you discuss shit? I don't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's assume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did talk bad about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, saying he is a bad asshole who love to get fuck and fuck around all the time, who love sucking alot of dicks in one time, who slut with whoever possibly he can get, who is a big time jerk, who has totally no life at all than failing his subjects and degraded from a senior to same badge with me, who is an ugly freaking bastard with no brain at all, who changes bf like changing clothes, who has bad breathe and shitty asshole, who needs to use viarga to steam when sex, who cibai molested all young guys he sees.... Let's assume that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(O my, I love assuming, c'mon, is assuming, I'm not saying it is true, it's all just assuming... Assuming is fun...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he scandalized me saying I told alot people about his bad stuffs, saying ppl calling him telling him that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "they dunno he is this kind of person"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Assume he IS what I said up there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you are blaming me for letting the world know who you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; REALLY &lt;/span&gt;are... Hey sweetheart, if you are being fake infront of ppl that is not my fault, your secrets are discovered and you're blaming those on me... nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they know you are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; THAT&lt;/span&gt; kind of person, and that's my fault because...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Assume he ISN'T &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(that he is just a sweet good guy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, and you're blaming me for? Becoz your friends do not trust you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean c'mon! You know alot more ppl than I do. You have more friends in that world than I do. You kamceng with alot of gangs and ppl, while I dun even have a gang of friends in that world. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(I did, before each of them go sepearte way to overseas, Heng I miss you now)&lt;/span&gt; And why are you scolding me for? Becoz they just dun trust you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they truely are your friends, they will trust you, then I'll be the bad asshole + idiot + jerk in their eyes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(Frankly I dun give a damn)&lt;/span&gt; They will be talking about me, saying I'm a bad asshole who likes to frame ppl. Saying I'm a slut who go all around the world for sex. And if they truely trust you, you'll think that my 'accuses' were just a bunch of jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, you rumoured about me saying erm, let's say I am a jerk who back-stabbed my buddies behind their backs saying they all are morons and deserve to go to hell. You think my friends will believe you or me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they doubted you, there is something wrong. If they doubted you and dun sit down and talk to you, you can throw them away anytime d... My friends will, and in the end they will make sure you are the one jerking around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not worth your friends... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOR DO YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerk... FUCKING CIBAI LOSER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally ruined my mood, anyway thank you Fishie, Ian and Chaw Chaw for listening through, you guys are the best. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR AGREEING THAT KC IS A JERK BASTARD WHO HAS AN UGLY FACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I love your expression when you see his frienster pictures Ian, and Chaw's shock that I actually was his ex, all were saying you are the most ugliest plu they had ever seen in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm happily talking bad about you now in my blog, feel free to scold me again... Maybe you should do this more often, so I can have something to talk bad about you, without feeling bad &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;AT ALL... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-358190944983389682?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/358190944983389682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=358190944983389682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/358190944983389682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/358190944983389682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/09/bastardious-call.html' title='A BASTARDIOUS CALL'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-7264021141302258031</id><published>2008-09-21T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:42:28.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terra and Jay</title><content type='html'>Check this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARHyRI9_NB4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARHyRI9_NB4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Terra Naomi - Say It's Possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a famous singer in Youtube, and she had launch an album. Her song rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we have Jay Brannan, another famous singer in Youtube... He acted in a film called 'Shortbus' and yea he is a gay &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(coz he sucked cock in the movie,like duh)&lt;/span&gt; but he is cool. His voice is so sentimental....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H95hu4vGGog&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H95hu4vGGog&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jay Brannan - Say It's Possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jjyUXrNXpsw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jjyUXrNXpsw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Both singing together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys shiuld probably check out his and her other songs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-7264021141302258031?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/7264021141302258031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=7264021141302258031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/7264021141302258031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/7264021141302258031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/09/terra-and-jay.html' title='Terra and Jay'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-7146671090951679103</id><published>2008-09-20T02:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T02:43:07.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew~~~</title><content type='html'>I had finished Matthew Reilly's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"The Six Sacred Stones"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the rest of his novels in sale in Popular, one book only... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM14!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Damn cheap right??? But those are his old works, yet I don't give a damn, I'm gonna buy all of them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is totally a brilliant writer. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I TOTALLY CAN'T WAIT FOR HIS NEXT BOOK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"The Five Greatest Warriors"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaa.... I'm waiting for his book, I'm waiting for Harry Potter and Half-Blood Prince movie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I love Matthew!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's next?? Hehehe... I think I'm in love with thriller novels already... Love it love it love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for college, I have only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ONE &lt;/span&gt;assignment for each subject except Storyboarding and Conceptual Illus. Just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; business plan. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; manga. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; portfolio website. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt; conceptual illus.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; MANY&lt;/span&gt; storyboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't collect all my artworks together. I have the feeling my portfolio will be pathetic. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-7146671090951679103?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/7146671090951679103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=7146671090951679103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/7146671090951679103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/7146671090951679103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/09/matthew.html' title='Matthew~~~'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-8125593023477182617</id><published>2008-09-17T03:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T06:04:19.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOKIA...The Heaven Voice</title><content type='html'>Kokia, 吉田亚纪子, a Japanese singer I had admired since I knew her. Look, elf like, which make her look mysteriously pretty. Voice, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TERRIFICALLY HEAVENLY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched these awesome live videos of hers when she performed in Paris. This is why I have the urge to intro this fantastic singer to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylHJkMYSC-E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylHJkMYSC-E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kokia - 调和&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song that introduced her to me. Thanks to my ex-classmate Nelaton, who introduced me a nice anime, and I found out this song from the anime's soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/STl8wqvtbqo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/STl8wqvtbqo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;KOKIA - Arigatou (Thank You)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fuFJGCFnNCQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fuFJGCFnNCQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;KOKIA - いつか谁かを爱したとき&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQdDHoO7dTY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQdDHoO7dTY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;KOKIA - 祈りにも似た美しい世界&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I wish I can go to her live show.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I will cry from the beginning until the end!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-8125593023477182617?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/8125593023477182617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=8125593023477182617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/8125593023477182617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/8125593023477182617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/09/kokiathe-heaven-voice.html' title='KOKIA...The Heaven Voice'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-2290476688826086112</id><published>2008-09-14T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:36:14.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem starts... Disaster Week</title><content type='html'>Last second semester starts.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; *sob sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a wonderful week with dear Streamyx. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It had fucked me so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday Night&lt;/span&gt; : The Realization of the Disconnection of Streamyx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; : The Search for the Streamyx Bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; : The Realization that Streamyx Bill never reach my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; : The Visit to Streamyx Outlet for Payment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; : The Wait for the Reconnection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; : The Realization of the Still-Not-Connected Line, the Thought that Cable has been malfunctioning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; : The Visit of the Fixer from TM Net, and The Realization of Cable was not malfunctioning, and the Ultimate Realization that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG AT  STREAMYX THERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which concluded, it is not my telephone line problem, nor my streamyx problem, nor my cable problem.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;it is their fucking annoying problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which made me super free and sien for one whole week. Thank god I was still reading "The Six Sacred Stones" or hang out with my classmates or yamchas, or else I would be bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes were... erm... fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; - Portfolio Presentation in Multimedia Lab, 5.30pm to 7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Conceptual Illustration in Digital Lab, 2.30pm to 5.30pm&lt;br /&gt;                   Business in Auditorium , 7pm to 9pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; - Storyboarding in Digital Lab, 9.30am to 1.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; - Manga Drawing in Digital Lab, 2.30pm to 5.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, whole semester, is about&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; COMPUTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as some of you know, my PC sucks to the hell. Hmm... Aleluya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-2290476688826086112?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/2290476688826086112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=2290476688826086112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/2290476688826086112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/2290476688826086112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/09/sem-starts-disaster-week.html' title='Sem starts... Disaster Week'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-895452784161916054</id><published>2008-09-05T17:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:12:46.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Ancient Wonders and ANTM</title><content type='html'>This post is divided into 4 parts. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;One abt the novels&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;one abt the 7 Ancient Wonders&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;one my thoughts&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;one abt ANTM&lt;/span&gt;. A bit long, but I want to share everything. Brace yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PART 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in total love with Matthew Reilly. I love him sooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMD9CGR7HRI/AAAAAAAABLw/DO9FovxVXl4/s1600-h/carbonite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMD9CGR7HRI/AAAAAAAABLw/DO9FovxVXl4/s400/carbonite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242468178746613010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is Matthew Reilly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're starting to think that I just fell in love with an angmoh guy and planning to get marry with him and move to his place &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU'RE ULTIMATE CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is just my newly-loved author. I wonder why on earth I never noticed him before! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*stabbing myself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed his newest book in the 'newcomers' shelf in Popular titled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The Six Sacred Stones'&lt;/span&gt;. The title &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/span&gt; attracted me. Plus the cover. Never underestimate the power of the title and the illustration of the cover of any book. It is one of the key ingredients to attract someone to go near the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I opened the book, I fell in love with it. But I noticed that this book is the sequel of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The Seven Ancient Wonders'&lt;/span&gt;. So I went to find it. Found, along with some of his past works. As 'The 7 Wonders' was expensive&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; (RM 35++)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and my wallet was skinny &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(RM 40, I need it for the date)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I bought&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'Contest'&lt;/span&gt; instead&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; (RM14++)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMD9BykIPLI/AAAAAAAABLo/EUZXob7ScbY/s1600-h/contest_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMD9BykIPLI/AAAAAAAABLo/EUZXob7ScbY/s400/contest_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242468173454261426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Contest, the book that I bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was his 1st novel. And yes you can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; it is a 1st novel of some author if you read it, you can still sense some unprofessionalism, but for me,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; undenyingbly GOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the excitement Matthew brought from the very beginning of the story until the end. It is a thriller action novel. I love thrillers. Therefore I enjoyed it,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TO THE MAX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not intent to buy any book at 1st when I was in the Popular. But while I was waiting for my date &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(for two hours actually)&lt;/span&gt;, I spent one hour in the shop sitting on the floor reading 'Contest', and I couldn't put it down. After one hour, I couldn't stand the uneasiness of the shop, I bought the book, scrambled out to Starbucks, ordered green tea Ice-blended with cream, sat there and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ultimate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;RELAX&lt;/span&gt;. With a book so nice, and a cup of so-nice bevarage, and nice weather, imagine it. Yea I can see you starting imagine Ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew when I was reading it, I could not just finish it in one blow. It must be divided into chapters. It must be enjoyed for few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore after I finished &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Contest'&lt;/span&gt;, I urged my Dad to buy me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'The Seven Ancient Wonders'&lt;/span&gt; when the family went to Popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMD9BY0YPQI/AAAAAAAABLY/qRsOGiQie98/s1600-h/matthew_reilly_7_ancient_wonders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMD9BY0YPQI/AAAAAAAABLY/qRsOGiQie98/s400/matthew_reilly_7_ancient_wonders.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242468166543097090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The book I had been reading for few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OMG, I personally think that it is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;TEN TIMES MORE WONDERFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than Indiana Jones. It is speechless. The actions are OMG. And the Wonders. I appreciate fully the great knowledge of the ancient people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT 'THE 6 SACRED STONES' RIGHT NOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMD9Bslht2I/AAAAAAAABLg/DjIeq_wPRKw/s1600-h/9780330426589-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMD9Bslht2I/AAAAAAAABLg/DjIeq_wPRKw/s400/9780330426589-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242468171849512802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Buy me this book now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PART 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share with you guys what are the Seven Ancient Wonders.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; (starting from the most ancient one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. The Great Pyramid of Giza&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEDqEk24NI/AAAAAAAABMI/67VacZAUwAI/s1600-h/pyramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEDqEk24NI/AAAAAAAABMI/67VacZAUwAI/s400/pyramid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242475462553690322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undenyable the most magnificent and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; remained Ancient Wonder in today's times. It is a total mystery, how it was built remains the ultimate mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. The Hanging Gardens of Babylon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEDqAq2cQI/AAAAAAAABMQ/QKTz9qlYEJ0/s1600-h/gardens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEDqAq2cQI/AAAAAAAABMQ/QKTz9qlYEJ0/s400/gardens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242475461505085698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read the novel, you will be amazed on his imagination of how the garden looked like. I can't even imagine it! Gosh... If this place is still actually exist I'm gonna go and see it for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;3. The Temple of Artemis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEDpx20eII/AAAAAAAABMA/106y2T6F77g/s1600-h/artemis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEDpx20eII/AAAAAAAABMA/106y2T6F77g/s400/artemis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242475457528756354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really well-fed on this wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;4. The Statue of Zeus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEIMCjOMcI/AAAAAAAABMg/NtQxUAIuH5o/s1600-h/zeus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEIMCjOMcI/AAAAAAAABMg/NtQxUAIuH5o/s400/zeus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242480444172022210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this statue is survived,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Gosh&lt;/span&gt; the view of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;5. The Mausoleum&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEIMMWc_OI/AAAAAAAABMo/iIvd4lx5Gf8/s1600-h/mausoleum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEIMMWc_OI/AAAAAAAABMo/iIvd4lx5Gf8/s400/mausoleum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242480446802820322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I'm totaly unfed of this Wonder, but as you can see the structure is very familiar, you see it in some of the modern buildings like the Shrine of Remembrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEN4h3GNgI/AAAAAAAABMw/6LUb7Pi4unU/s1600-h/800px-Melbourne_war_memorial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEN4h3GNgI/AAAAAAAABMw/6LUb7Pi4unU/s400/800px-Melbourne_war_memorial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242486706049267202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Shrine of Remembrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;6. The Lighthouse Of Alexandria&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEDqItthkI/AAAAAAAABMY/tudOqopfYac/s1600-h/lighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEDqItthkI/AAAAAAAABMY/tudOqopfYac/s400/lighthouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242475463664567874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tallest building on earth for a few centuries before it was destroyed in an earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;7. Collosus of Rhodes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEDpnC2IYI/AAAAAAAABL4/QIFqLaWfBQw/s1600-h/colossus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEDpnC2IYI/AAAAAAAABL4/QIFqLaWfBQw/s400/colossus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242475454626406786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he is still there, undenyingbly &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER OMG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm not a historican or archaeologist, so if you wanna know more, check this website out : &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.7wonders.info/"&gt;http://www.7wonders.info/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(and The Petronas Towers are actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The Forgotten Modern Wonders'&lt;/span&gt;. Forgotten... hmm... I wonder why...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PART 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are billions of books out there, and millions of authors out there. But it is so hard for me to find a book which I just simply enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I have :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. JK Rowling - Harry Potter Series&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the 1st movie of it, and Jia Ying who once lent me her books, in which she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;URGED&lt;/span&gt; me not to spoiled them, and which I did? Maybe a little... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BLEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. Cecelia Ahern - PS I Love You, If You Could See Me Now&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Elyse, who introed my the books, and these 2 were the ones that made me sooo damn fucking touched, especially If, I cried over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;3. Matthew Reilly - Contest, The Seven Ancient Wonders, The Six.., and The Five...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found him myself!!! Yeah me! For those who like thriller and actions, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU SHOULD READ! &lt;/span&gt;And I have faith that the sequencing books will be fantastic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;4. Wisely - Wisely Sci-fi Series&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Widely known, do you need me to elaborate???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing these books to Panas Salju or The Pearl or &lt;s&gt;Meniti Kaca&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; (this is a nice storybook, and I like it)&lt;/span&gt; or even Pahlawan Pasir Salak... hmmm... Yeah you know what I mean... Not that those books are not good, it never make it out of Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PART 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANTM Cycle 11 is out and hot!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures below are somehow disastrous, I was abit disappointed, but when I watch the show and saw their first shoots, I nailed my favourites at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the girls &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;I WISH&lt;/span&gt; that can last till Top 6 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEOOXRjRjI/AAAAAAAABNY/EHbMv-2hOAA/s1600-h/%5BANTM%5D_Marjorie01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEOOXRjRjI/AAAAAAAABNY/EHbMv-2hOAA/s400/%5BANTM%5D_Marjorie01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242487081164555826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majorie - French looking, nice and sweet, hope she builds up some confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEOOhe2xxI/AAAAAAAABNo/tLcddiVGC34/s1600-h/%5BANTM%5D_Sheena01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEOOhe2xxI/AAAAAAAABNo/tLcddiVGC34/s400/%5BANTM%5D_Sheena01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242487083904714514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheena - Unlike Gina (from cycle 6), this Asian girl rocks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEN5e06ROI/AAAAAAAABNI/XFBpT87MFkU/s1600-h/%5BANTM%5D_Isis01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEN5e06ROI/AAAAAAAABNI/XFBpT87MFkU/s400/%5BANTM%5D_Isis01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242486722414658786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isis - She is a transgender with her 'mam-thing' still attached, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LIKE HER!&lt;/span&gt; She is so brave and determined, go Isis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope these 3 in the Top 3 actually. *blek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEN49tERzI/AAAAAAAABNA/8yoC0SvX3mg/s1600-h/%5BANTM%5D_Elina01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEN49tERzI/AAAAAAAABNA/8yoC0SvX3mg/s400/%5BANTM%5D_Elina01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242486713523390258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elina - I love her unique look and feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEOOQnWL_I/AAAAAAAABNg/r6T0cDSp83c/s1600-h/%5BANTM%5D_McKey01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEOOQnWL_I/AAAAAAAABNg/r6T0cDSp83c/s400/%5BANTM%5D_McKey01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242487079376924658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mckey - Slightly remind me of Britany from cycle 4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEN5pGilYI/AAAAAAAABNQ/36j6uPozWDU/s1600-h/%5BANTM%5D_Joslyn01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEN5pGilYI/AAAAAAAABNQ/36j6uPozWDU/s400/%5BANTM%5D_Joslyn01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242486725172958594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joslyn - Finally got her chance after 30 interviews, hope she works hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEN49n6lhI/AAAAAAAABM4/6i7eX0V0dCs/s1600-h/%5BANTM%5D_Analeigh01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMEN49n6lhI/AAAAAAAABM4/6i7eX0V0dCs/s400/%5BANTM%5D_Analeigh01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242486713501783570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analeigh - Nice name, and a nice girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, that makes a Top 7... =.=... anyway I hope discriminative bitches like Clark out. Shauren was out, and I think all people agreed that she was a bitch. So happy when the girl who kept saying 'I'm America's Next Top Model' got cut. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*clap hands and say wohoo!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's a wrap. Can't wait for the books, can't wait for the show next week,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BUT FUCK, I'M STARTING COLLEGE SOON!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*roll on the floor and start sobbing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-895452784161916054?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/895452784161916054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=895452784161916054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/895452784161916054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/895452784161916054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/09/seven-ancient-wonders-and-antm.html' title='Seven Ancient Wonders and ANTM'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SMD9CGR7HRI/AAAAAAAABLw/DO9FovxVXl4/s72-c/carbonite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-3697344028656734579</id><published>2008-09-03T17:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:35:38.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just annoyed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(ps : Before you do start reading, plz dun give me any stupid comments. I've aledi say it is an annoyed post. Dun give me comments which show ur stupidity.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, for the last time, yea I'm sick.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; SO???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt;, I just bloody said "Jason is SICK-ing", do not go assume that I have deadly disease or I'm dying or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt;, by telling me 'drink more water' is like so stupid,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHO DOESN'T KNOW&lt;/span&gt; when one is sick you are suppose to drink more water?? Plus it doesn't make you a friendlier person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(Imagine receiving a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"must drink more water ya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; from a total stranger...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt;, I'm saying these things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; to my buddies or my friends, I'm telling these to those annoying ppl whom I do not even remember your names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4th&lt;/span&gt;, for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;VERY LAST TIME&lt;/span&gt;, I do not need a doctor! It is just a flu, and some minor cough. Habis cerita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5th&lt;/span&gt;, and for the last time, I put my status in my MSN is not to attract attention, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;GAH!!!&lt;/span&gt; I'm just telling ppl what I'm in at the moment. So you people can just see and forget abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6th&lt;/span&gt;, and are some people blind or what? After I said&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; "don mention anything abt xxx"&lt;/span&gt;, some of them can go all the way asking me abt xxx... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CIBAIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(xxx can be anythg, like my ex, or sex, or love, or study, or my sickness...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How weird is this world? None, I mean, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/span&gt; zero of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUDDIES&lt;/span&gt; asked me abt my sick, while&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; LOADS&lt;/span&gt; of non-buddies asked me abt my sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sodagreen has one line of lyrics which goes like this : &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;不太熟的朋友靠近我身边   他的嘴他的臉充滿世故氣味&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm totally free, I'm gonna start deleting unwanted ppl from my MSN list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you added me, talk to me and meant it if you wanna be friend. If you don't kindly delete me from your MSN. I don't do the 'I talk 1st', I dun go nudge ppl for chat nor start a conversation. So if you think I'm LCLY goodbye then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I'm bad tempered, what do you care? Like I said :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm Me, I'm Jason, Like It or Hate It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok why am I even crapping these? Grrr, just annoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-3697344028656734579?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/3697344028656734579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=3697344028656734579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/3697344028656734579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/3697344028656734579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-just-annoyed.html' title='I&apos;m just annoyed...'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-2766752289904095908</id><published>2008-08-29T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:22:22.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dickheads?</title><content type='html'>I'm still trying hard to control my feelings, control anger and jealousy and worst, LOVE. Haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't freaking understand why the people who I knew, or came to know me, recently were all... what was the word again?... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DICKHEADS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st example :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was handphone sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : HUH?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(Love me??? and yea I answered coz there had been alot of LOVE ME statements from different dickheads, I wonder who this is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : Yew here, 19 kl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : Do I know you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : Im Ned, 18 kl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : Suddenly 19 suddenly 18...   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(So you are a 连体婴 or sumthg?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No respond.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;/span&gt; What kind of stupid asshole people is this??? And where the hell did they get my number????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had been alot of unknowns sending me sms recently, who the fuck is distributing my numbers???? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(Regardless I put my number in msn, coz none of them answer 'I saw ur number in msn')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd example:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is MSN chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some "how are you"s and "I'm fine"s, this fellow asked : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;'How is your exams?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, o.O : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Huh? exams? U mean me?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;'yea'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;'what makes u think im having exam right now?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(I forget what he said)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;'I'm having holiday right now'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(and I DON have any exams at all!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;3rd examples&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just like to&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; 'pretend close'&lt;/span&gt; or tried to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I know I put &lt;u&gt;"JASON is SICK-ing"&lt;/u&gt; in my MSN title, that doesn't mean you have to respond to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"Oh are you Ok a?"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why sick?"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"Drink more water la"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WORST OF ALL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"Got see doctor onot?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND WORST WORST OF ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, after I said "It was just a bloody &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(it's flu people! JUST FLU!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, still that fellow can say things like "Go see doctor better lo" or "Why don't go see doctor?"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that call 'trying to care me' what-so-ever? Becoz for me I think that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DISGUSTING&lt;/span&gt;. Take for example, none of my buddies even ask what sick I have. Well coz they know is just small sick, or at the least, they know I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And doctor? If I really went to see doctor I'll be announcing in MSN already. It is a flu, not massive stomach ache, not headache, not migraine, not mis function of brain... and talking about mis function of brain, maybe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; should go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing. Whatever I put in my MSN title is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;NOT TO ATTRACT ATTENTION&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(Ok, honestly, yea a bit, but at least NOT YOURS, why would I wanna attract YOUR attentions?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , it was just the feeling at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you do not need to talk to me if you think I'm lcly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;COZ I AM!&lt;/span&gt; You do not need to tell me in the face I'm lcly, then say bad things about me or even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try to advise me&lt;/span&gt;, I mean c'mon, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;LIKE I CARE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People I met recently are either brainless, hideous, assholes, cibaiz, stupid, idiots or they have no life at all what-so-ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One girl, has been nudging me all the time, since you nudge I ma answered "yea?" lo... It is either no respond from her, or she sent me erotic stuffs or icons such as 'a penis in a vagina' or doggy style of a couple... You want me screw you up a?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I got a dick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of them even start addressing me as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOVER&lt;/span&gt;. Address me whatever you like coz you know what, I ain't gonna love you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOREVER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-2766752289904095908?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/2766752289904095908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=2766752289904095908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/2766752289904095908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/2766752289904095908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/08/dickheads.html' title='Dickheads?'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-5399906305547525964</id><published>2008-08-24T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:17:44.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a rubbish post. Read if you're too free.</title><content type='html'>I actually have alot to write. I just dunno how to write it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly, I'm trying my super hardest to control my emotions. Any emotions. Any feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else, things get worse. It has always been so. When I'm in my worst, things get better. And when things are fine, you will kinda expect the worse one to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading Harry Potter 7. It was much different comparing reading the book for the 1st time. I understand the story more detaily, and felt whatever feelings the characters were feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm reading "Contest" by Matthew Reilly. I don't suppose anyone knows him, but I just discovered his books yesterday in Popular while waiting for my date. *blek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, seriously, I dunno what to say. Done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-5399906305547525964?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/5399906305547525964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=5399906305547525964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/5399906305547525964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/5399906305547525964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-rubbish-post-read-if-youre-too-free.html' title='It&apos;s a rubbish post. Read if you&apos;re too free.'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-20188063982260206</id><published>2008-08-20T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:50:07.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what you call as FAMILY</title><content type='html'>I noticed something odd about my family, which make us all &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ONE FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SKvKNj-_aiI/AAAAAAAAA2I/br3xfFEnUtE/s1600-h/The+Son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SKvKNj-_aiI/AAAAAAAAA2I/br3xfFEnUtE/s400/The+Son.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236501326094887458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;The Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I sleep like that, since dunno when. Head at the bottom, legs at the top, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; with a blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how my sister sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SKvKNbC30GI/AAAAAAAAA14/YNJY7ubvePw/s1600-h/The+Daughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SKvKNbC30GI/AAAAAAAAA14/YNJY7ubvePw/s400/The+Daughter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236501323695247458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;The Daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wall is just by her side, which means she &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to sleep sticking to the wall, and yes, head at the bottom and legs at the top,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;TOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how my parents sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SKvKNflLyzI/AAAAAAAAA2A/loINpPrXgxE/s1600-h/The+Parents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SKvKNflLyzI/AAAAAAAAA2A/loINpPrXgxE/s400/The+Parents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236501324912905010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;The Parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEIRD RIGHT??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They sleep like that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The whole family!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All of us sleep like that, head at the bottom, legs at the top! The girls love blankets and the boys don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beds have been misused... No directions served...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ow I love my family~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-20188063982260206?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/20188063982260206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=20188063982260206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/20188063982260206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/20188063982260206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-what-you-call-as-family.html' title='This is what you call as FAMILY'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SKvKNj-_aiI/AAAAAAAAA2I/br3xfFEnUtE/s72-c/The+Son.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-6119941828574634694</id><published>2008-08-18T15:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:51:17.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine Monday Day... Erm...</title><content type='html'>I walk like a man, talk like a boy, eat like an animal, scream like a girl and write like a bitch... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm loving it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this becoz someone questioned me why I walked so 颓废 but &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;write a blog like a bitch stabbing her blond rival&lt;/span&gt;. Hmm... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;IS THAT SO PEOPLE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that was a question threw to me ages ago, just yesterday night I suddenly recalled it... Forgot who asked this aledi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Khaishin's Funniest blog! &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://celes73ks.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://celes73ks.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to someone, I dunno whether you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"WERE"&lt;/span&gt; that really busy, which you always put in your MSN status &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(yea, I know you having exams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, that's why I didn't kacau, or you just have your dear in your fucking mind only, since whatever status you were changing, or any private message you were changing, were all about your dear, ok, I don mind, but... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...  ... ... ... ... ... whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(And you wonder why I am angry...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian still comes out yam cha and pakto although he has more than 10 subjects to crack his mind for each week... Chaw still goes to choir although she has exams... Fish still gets her butt up to meet us while all she thinks is to lay her body on the bed... I still found time to shop when I had four major finals to be done few weeks ago... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I WONDER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, next stuffs that I wanted to tell is, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY FUCKING HP IS... 20% SPOILED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still working normally, except when I wanted to recharge the battery, it won't accept the 'income'. Which means, yea, my Hp will be dead for a few days now... For it had been dead for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the videos of Chaw's cold jokes will be postponed... 密切期待！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm re-reading Harry Potter 7. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(throwing aside my works, :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-6119941828574634694?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/6119941828574634694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=6119941828574634694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/6119941828574634694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/6119941828574634694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/08/fine-monday-day-erm.html' title='Fine Monday Day... Erm...'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-2980228922405110523</id><published>2008-08-16T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:40:28.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuation of the most STUPIDEST creature on earth...</title><content type='html'>The fucking brainless &lt;s&gt;human&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CREATURE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;which I think almost all of my buddies had been introduced to had sent another message to Zuzu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;别以为我不懂你们那些可恶的 plu的所作所为。这个圈子不是很大而已，只要你做错事你就要付出代价。别以为可以得意忘形不断去伤害别人。我现在就给你们看我的后台有多大并且要你们所作的坏事都要付出代价&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(Translation :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Don't think that I dunno what you all bad intention PLUs did. This community is not big, and you have to pay for whatever mistakes that you did. Don't think that you guys can go around and hurt people freely. I will show you now how big my backstage is and I want you guys to pay for whatever bad things you had done!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's analyze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First, what did the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt; "we" &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(assuming he is talking about me and zuzu la)&lt;/span&gt; do? And how he knows what we did '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;BADLY&lt;/span&gt;'? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We raped your mom?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Or cut your dad's dick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Yea, this community is very the small, but I don't it is small till everyone knows me or Zuzu, or even you... Since you said you only have 5&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;'good intention'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ok why do we have to pay our so-called '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;wrongs&lt;/span&gt;'? Did I hurt someone? As far as I know, only people hurted me... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(anyway if I did hurt someone, do tell me, OK? I prefer to settle stuffs the civilized way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We hurt people suka-hati-ly, yea, teach me how so I can start hurting people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Oh, how big is your stage? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; goldfish aquarium size?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Do tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging from the sms he sent, I can assume all of you who read this post agree on that this fellow is&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; highly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;100% immature&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;200% childish&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;300% insecure&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;400% stupid&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1000% cracked his damn mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I know I'm immature too, but hello, all people who knows me knew I'm immature, and guess you all know he is infinity times the immature I am. Agree? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;*blek*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hell yeah I'm bad-mouthing you now sweetheart, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;AND I'M LOVING IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, moving on to what happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 2 farewells for JiaRong and Happy. Went to Asia Cafe on Monday, just had a nice dinner where I got to eat 3 Japanese Bentos, and two plates of fried seafood. I &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, which is yesterday, we went to Chong Qing steamboat in Sunway &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(you know what, both place were in Sunway, wakakaka)&lt;/span&gt; for Happy's. Had a very crazy moment. And JiaYing found out my ability to ear-dropped every single 38 stuffs that I could possibly get. And Angie was crazy... Sweat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity no pictures were taken, well, we were busy eating and chit-chatting... Muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss Happy's chi-sinness... Well good luck guys, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;remember to bring back a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BLACK GUY WITH 9 INCHES U-KNOW-WAT&lt;/span&gt; after 2 years o!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elyse's handphone was erm, stolen. By a pair of mother and daughter who came up to Simshen saying they wanted to look around, and while Elyse was teaching her student, she just casually slipped her phone away, same goes to Angie's student's watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Daring right? &lt;/span&gt;Malays... Gosh are they that desperate? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(Ok, this has nothing to do with the race, I'm talking about that two particular human) &lt;/span&gt;And the daughter was 11 yo like that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; ONLY&lt;/span&gt;! Nice example to set, what a fucking mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-2980228922405110523?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/2980228922405110523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=2980228922405110523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/2980228922405110523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/2980228922405110523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/08/continuation-of-most-stupidest-creature.html' title='Continuation of the most STUPIDEST creature on earth...'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-1347856710679816133</id><published>2008-08-11T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:39:45.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye Finals, Hello Holidays!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To my dearest little sister Kaka and any cousin sisters who read my blog, Jane or Jessie or whoever out there, please, whatever mentioned in the blog, all my dirty little secrets, please keep it as secret! This is my life I'm leading, and I know exactly what I was and am doing... I do not wish anyone to go worry my parents, so whatever secrets I've mentioned here, please, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;READ AND FORGET...&lt;/span&gt; Thanks ppl, highly appreciated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing I wanna announce... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'M FREAKING HAVING A ONE MONTH HOLIDAY STARTING NOWWWWW!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking fat. Shut up Kenn Kenn, yours is not fat, yours is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;SUPER FREAKING normal&lt;/span&gt;... And yeah shut up Daniel,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I know I'm fat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much stuffs I'd stuffed into my mouth... Eating with classmates, with gang, with any human possibly dated me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I had been rushing and cracking my damn brains for finals, and by doing so it seriously consumed alot of energy, which made me hungrier than usual, which made me eat alot more than usual, cause without food, I can't think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm tire all the time, I have no time to even move more than walking, sitting, sleeping and bath. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(And eat...=.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work? I wish to do free lancing more than events &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(Becoz I just don't want to get myself dressed in my working attire, coz those are tight and lean, and I'm fat at the moment, which I couldn't fit into even my black trousers). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need a date. Any date, from people I feel comfortable with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;OF COZ&lt;/span&gt;... *roll eyes*... Please la people, yea I know I'm free, but if I say I do not wish to go out with you, it freakingly means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I DON'T&lt;/span&gt;! Do not annoy me by saying "Aiyo, since you also free why don we go out le?" or "Just yam cha la" or "Just a little drink" or "Just meet up for chit chat" bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, if I force myself go meet you and give you a cold shoulder, and have my face like there is a dead cat under my nose, wouldn't you prefer you never meet me at all? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Not that I dislike you or hate you, I just don't feel like meeting up and be silent all the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people can choose who they wish to be friend with... right? Of coz I will not be like what Martin is, choosing &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;"GOOD INTENTION"&lt;/span&gt; people and stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want another Martin/Danson case... Later meet a psycho brain then I die lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And freakingly, I'm still waiting him to announce that I'm a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "BAD INTENTION"&lt;/span&gt; people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch Batman with Fish, April and Ian. Heath Ledger was freaking damn cool. And the actor who played Batman, he is soo damn fucking perfect. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(Of coz I still love Hiroshi Tamaki the most)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity Rachel... haiz... The price to pay of becoming a hero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we yam cha... Fish actually took out her hp to take pictures,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; NOT ME LE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SKBOXKg5l9I/AAAAAAAAA1o/2AOM5JbGVIY/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SKBOXKg5l9I/AAAAAAAAA1o/2AOM5JbGVIY/s400/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233268926870820818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SKBOXFAfo8I/AAAAAAAAA1w/wcLjNZT952U/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SKBOXFAfo8I/AAAAAAAAA1w/wcLjNZT952U/s400/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233268925392724930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How come we all look nicer in the dark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously now I feel a sudden lost... I had been rushing for finals all these weeks, suddenly there is nothing to be done, like, suddenly I'm free... I feel so...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; EMPTY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy and Jia Rong will be flying to USA lo... Wish you guys luck....:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die, I'm seriously feeling empty now... Next week I should start catching up my skills and stuffs... So that at the very least I can survive out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys if you have any free-lance job do find me ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PLEASEEEEEE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-1347856710679816133?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/1347856710679816133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=1347856710679816133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/1347856710679816133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/1347856710679816133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/08/bye-bye-finals-hello-holidays.html' title='Bye bye Finals, Hello Holidays!!!'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SKBOXKg5l9I/AAAAAAAAA1o/2AOM5JbGVIY/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-4571084781948200503</id><published>2008-08-10T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:19:06.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read, To Feel The Most Stupidest Guy In The Face Of The Universe</title><content type='html'>Firstly, the characters are me, Zuzu my buddy and a guy name Martin... or Danson... or Kelvin... whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew martin 1st, thn he msged Zuzu in Axcest and knew him too. So, as we never see his picture except for the display pic in msn &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which look QUITE decent la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he told Zuzu he is 170++, bla bla bla, a manager of some company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuzu invited him to overnight in his house. So Martin went, and only Zuzu found out that he is actually SHORTER than me, and he is a bit bald. Yea, Martin is 30++...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Zuzu doesn't feel like talking to him or layan him. Which is quite not good la as he was the one invited people to come. But that was all he did. Then Martin wanted to do something, Zuzu rejected, well obviously he thought that Zuzu invited him there to... you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(Zuzu was noob at the time, he didn't know in the society, inviting someone to your house means... yea, that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the whole damn normal fucking boring story of the encounter between Zuzu and Martin, which I myself had these kind of encounters alot more times before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This Martin fellow is psycho. He started to complain to me abt Zuzu, told me all sorts of stuffs about Zuzu, say Zuzu is a bad guy, who has 'bad intention' and a bad heart bla bla bla... and he kept on emphasizing that he himself is a good guy, with good heart, and onli fren with good ppl... He said he dislike bad ppl, and keep on saying Zuzu is a bad asshole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I know Zuzu better than him, I know Zuzu is a good guy, though sometimes annoying. And he is the one with a fucking immature mind around here. We didn't contact for months. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The incident happened during Jan or Feb 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until some weeks ago, Zuzu started receiving death threatening msg from an unknown. He showed me two of them, telling and cursing Zuzu die la bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message is like following :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"你的死期将越来越接近。如果你的保险的保障不到1 million 那么你失去的命就是等于一个不值钱的废命。我要看你的命比我值钱还是我的命比你值钱。竟敢和我耍花样的不知好歹的废物。"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of coz Zuzu suspect it was him, as so far the only person in the universe that would get piss off him is Martin the sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one morning when I was rushing assignment, Martin msged me in MSN, suddenly. And from the conversation I confirmed that he is the one sending the sms. Here is the conversation between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(The yellow colour parts are my feelings at the moment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. First Day's Conversation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai&lt;br /&gt;do u still remember who am l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how r u there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now onwards l won scare on those bad intention p lo&lt;br /&gt;l will against them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(Why so suddenly starting to say these?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l mean those p wit intention wan to hurt ppl or do or say bad things on ppl&lt;br /&gt;these r bad intention p&lt;br /&gt;understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l give u an example&lt;br /&gt;like ur tat idiot fren is one of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know who am l telling u about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he treated me bad and not sincere as fren&lt;br /&gt;lf no sincere be fren don ask me come to seek u&lt;br /&gt;and waste our time only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;that was sooo long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(and you are still remembering it???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only those good intention p will always be our fren forever and never hurt us&lt;br /&gt;l don care&lt;br /&gt;ln my mind l will always black listed him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn jz let it go&lt;br /&gt;forget abt it&lt;br /&gt;and pretend u nvr know him la&lt;br /&gt;easy job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(yea, like duh c'mon man...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course l will forget but l also will REVENGE&lt;br /&gt;l wan him know tat l m not someone easy to bully&lt;br /&gt;or someone take any advantage so how only&lt;br /&gt;u never treat me as HUMAN cos l know he is GHOST&lt;br /&gt;GHOST and HUMAN won mix up and get along as frens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(What kind of crap is this??? Has anyone heard this kind of crap in your life???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it&lt;br /&gt;u can see GHOST and HUMAN can get along or not&lt;br /&gt;never rite&lt;br /&gt;those bad intention p r GHOST&lt;br /&gt;those good intention p r HUMAN&lt;br /&gt;of course l wan become HUMAN and dislike to be GHOST&lt;br /&gt;cos l believe GHOST has bad ending always&lt;br /&gt;l will AGAINST those GHOST p&lt;br /&gt;u better ask ur fren go to check who am l first before wan to hurt or do bad on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat did he do to you o???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(Have you EVER heard this kind of craps??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise he will has bad ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he got contact u recently meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tat event never contact me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so wat for do u still remembering it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(Just move on will ya? Like he cut your dick!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as l told u l dislike ppl treat me like tat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat is no respect at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, u can jz forget abt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(Oh yea, are you being respectful?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are lots of diffewrent kind opf ppl wth different attitude and personailty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this kind of lousy ghost l will against&lt;br /&gt;l know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plz dun tell me dis is the 1st time u are disrespect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course not&lt;br /&gt;so l will aginst them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den why take all the energy to be angry with&lt;br /&gt;stuffs like dis i jz throw away&lt;br /&gt;waste energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos l m good human p&lt;br /&gt;won let these bad ghost p bully&lt;br /&gt;and take advantage&lt;br /&gt;l will show to them how big of me in  tis line&lt;br /&gt;nobody dare to treat me like tat in MALAYSIA&lt;br /&gt;u know&lt;br /&gt;if in SINGAPORE l cant control&lt;br /&gt;but in MALAYSIA or THAILAND u better beware&lt;br /&gt;u will know how big of my POWER and sure l will against u until won give u FACE anymore&lt;br /&gt;in tis world a lot of things we can do  if u have $&lt;br /&gt;l just can tell u tis only&lt;br /&gt;u better ask ur tat lousy ghost fren beware and stop his gossip about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gossip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(Ok, you are a good HUMAN PLU? I will kill my mom and my dad if you are!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if l realise from anywhere he wont stand in MALAYSIA anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he never even mention u k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wit u he won mention doesnt mean he wont mention to others&lt;br /&gt;ok?&lt;br /&gt;don think l m STUPID&lt;br /&gt;dare to ask him come  to CHALLENGE wit me&lt;br /&gt;l open my house door to let him come oer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if won mention to me definitely he won mention to others d'&lt;br /&gt;im his best plu buddy&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(On the contrary, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU ARE STUPID!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becos u r his best buddy sure u will protect him&lt;br /&gt;if u protect him u also same line wit him&lt;br /&gt;l also will AGAINST u&lt;br /&gt;his own matter is his own matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway how he disrespect u wor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(So protecting your buddy is a mistake becoz ppl will 'against' you for that... GOSH!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u better don interface &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; (is intefere darling, ya English sucks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way he treated me&lt;br /&gt;u better ask him 1st&lt;br /&gt;l wan to listen how he said to u before u verify wit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;jz say la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see who is true and who is false&lt;br /&gt;l wan u listen him 1st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how he din respect u&lt;br /&gt;he mainly jz ignore u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(And you expect me not knowing the real story?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore also is a kind not to respect ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so?&lt;br /&gt;dats all wat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u don wan be fren wit me better don invite me to ur place&lt;br /&gt;as l mention to u early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;dats all izzit???&lt;br /&gt;IS DAT ALL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l don like to treat ppl in such way&lt;br /&gt;and also say one thing but do another thing&lt;br /&gt;tat l also hate&lt;br /&gt;l have to work now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are freaking lots and lots of this kind ppl in this world&lt;br /&gt;and i gurantee u ALL ppl are and can be like dat&lt;br /&gt;ok?&lt;br /&gt;thats normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i encounter that all the time wat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y am l not like tat&lt;br /&gt;if u said ALL is wrong&lt;br /&gt;still have the exceptional&lt;br /&gt;those good intention p won be like tat&lt;br /&gt;only ghost will be like tat&lt;br /&gt;r u ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is ghost&lt;br /&gt;be real&lt;br /&gt;get real&lt;br /&gt;who isnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l also have few good intention p in kl&lt;br /&gt;so r they ghost&lt;br /&gt;don tell me rubbish thing&lt;br /&gt;or something just ur own opinion&lt;br /&gt;u never know ALL p&lt;br /&gt;better don judge&lt;br /&gt;u tot u r KING of p is it&lt;br /&gt;u know all the p mer&lt;br /&gt;u tot all p will have same character as ur tat lousy fren ar&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;my own fren won like urs&lt;br /&gt;they not only good look, someone wit good intention, rich and well education or background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(I'm guessing his so called 'good intention' plu frenz are treating him like a stupid 3 yo mad kid next door behind his back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur frens cant compare wit us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;u seriously are one frog in a well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(Oh plz, my frenz are highly intelligent people with brains, and I'm reguessing that his 'good intention' frenz are stupid too...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just say look only ur frens aldry loss&lt;br /&gt;so we r the one will reject urs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(and looks? Gosh, where got ppl make REAL frenz see face one geh~~~ you already fail!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not ur tat lousy fren reject us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;JASON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l have to work liao&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot to tell u one thing is if ur fren don have insurance coverage wit sum insurred of 1 million better be careful cos if anything happen his life worth nothing to his family&lt;br /&gt;l will feel so pity on him&lt;br /&gt;but do l feel pity on such ppl&lt;br /&gt;or is he worth to let me feel pity on&lt;br /&gt;l will feel pity to all my good intention p frens only&lt;br /&gt;like me if l dislike to be fren wit any p l wont give the chance to get closer to me like tat better than treat ppl bad and ppl have excuse to complain u on ur attitude&lt;br /&gt;tis is the way how to treat ppl no matter u like or dislike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(Dun you worry darling, if Zuzu dies he will have half of the world to mourn on him, and if you die, I'll make sure nobody even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. This is the next day's conversation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai&lt;br /&gt;can l seek something from u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do u think on those p in kl that u know or explore be4 either in the clubbing or introduce through frens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those i frenz with are those with sumthg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l just wan to hear ur real experience but not ur personal opinion&lt;br /&gt;what do u mean tat&lt;br /&gt;those with sumthg mean wat&lt;br /&gt;with wat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any experience either frenship or sex also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;plenty so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now l m looking for those good intention p with highly sexual demand&lt;br /&gt;u understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;thn u slowly find ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l don know how to find cos jb really so limited&lt;br /&gt;not like much in kl&lt;br /&gt;l don mind to get to know in kl&lt;br /&gt;cos l also come to kl frequently&lt;br /&gt;l plan to know few let say 20 to 25 those category p l mention to u just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no such category dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(Gosh, how can you just categorise ppl like that? And I dun think you can ever find one, coz if there is one, he will never want you as a friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u r wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will never be such caterogy of wat u call good intention p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw what is good intention p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at tis moment l aldry got 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn find them la&lt;br /&gt;gosh&lt;br /&gt;this kind of ppl&lt;br /&gt;u can onli meet urself&lt;br /&gt;not by ppl or watsoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u don understand wat mean by good intention p tat y u say no such p&lt;br /&gt;one day u would purnish by the god&lt;br /&gt;cos u never to behave good and act like those bad intention p&lt;br /&gt;when such day come u will suffer a lot of painful&lt;br /&gt;now u r happy to hurt on innocent p&lt;br /&gt;later when tat day come sure u will know ur ending is wat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are seriiously sumthg wrong izzit...&lt;br /&gt;how do u know one is completely good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l still normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELL NO&lt;/span&gt;, you are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NOT&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NEVER&lt;/span&gt; normal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my frenz are good&lt;br /&gt;i know alot good ppl&lt;br /&gt;but they are sumhow have some negativities too&lt;br /&gt;thats normal&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat negatives they have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are not a completely good person either&lt;br /&gt;no one is completely good k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l know&lt;br /&gt;but at least u know wat level of good u wan to be&lt;br /&gt;for me&lt;br /&gt;l wan to be 99% good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are u so keen of different shape between good and bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(you are no where 10% good, at least for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat is fine enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jz be ttrue&lt;br /&gt;dats all&lt;br /&gt;if he is not true to u doesnt mean he is bad wat&lt;br /&gt;jz he is not fated with u&lt;br /&gt;i know alot ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if no bad y still got so much innocent p get to hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some ppl are good ppl&lt;br /&gt;but i jz dun click with them&lt;br /&gt;wat  innocent&lt;br /&gt;well dat happens&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just get me to know those good p, ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in str8 relationship&lt;br /&gt;also happen wat&lt;br /&gt;alot gals also get hurt wat&lt;br /&gt;alot guys also get hrt by ga;ls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat tis thing u no need to tell me l aldy know la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat is their problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jz know urself laa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(then your fucking emoz is your problem, why bother telling me???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as l m not like tat is ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i know what kind of 'good intention p' u looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others ppl problem l have no interest&lt;br /&gt;as long as those p l know r GOOD p&lt;br /&gt;tat fine enough&lt;br /&gt;let me explain to u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;u tell me&lt;br /&gt;what good u wan&lt;br /&gt;in point form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 1st the look must be good presentable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dats is hilarious&lt;br /&gt;good means have look&lt;br /&gt;i have alot frenz who are jz plain ugly&lt;br /&gt;but they are good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ok, I can't think of one fren who is plain ugly, I just made it up.. becoz even if they are consider ugly I don't think they are anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l havent finished yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so are they good to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to me 1st , ok?&lt;br /&gt;don say such fong lian language to me&lt;br /&gt;if u wan to accept such look p just go ahead&lt;br /&gt;l won force u&lt;br /&gt;but u must RESPECT on wat l m looking for&lt;br /&gt;don say fong liang language&lt;br /&gt;fior me LOOK and FEEL very important&lt;br /&gt;tat is my 1st priority&lt;br /&gt;then only l will look into the character, thinking and attitude&lt;br /&gt;don tell me all such good look p will have bad inner characteristic&lt;br /&gt;l won believe so unless u know all the good look p then only u can conclude to me&lt;br /&gt;good look p sure have good intention and as well as bad intention&lt;br /&gt;only those with good intention has good character, thinking and atttitude&lt;br /&gt;understand?&lt;br /&gt;so those good look p with good character, thinking and attitude is good intention p&lt;br /&gt;those ugly look p with good character, thinking and attitude also is good intention p but l have no interest and only be fren&lt;br /&gt;understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ow k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(I'm trying to help him book a counselor or psychologist or maybe worse, PSYCHO WARD at the moment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pls don misunderstanding tat l m so prejudice on those ugly look p&lt;br /&gt;if they r good intention of course l will accept to be fren&lt;br /&gt;but no further line other than fren&lt;br /&gt;only those good intention p l have feel could have further line other than fren&lt;br /&gt;so u finally know wat am l looking for&lt;br /&gt;quantity not a major thing l concern if compare to quality of a p&lt;br /&gt;only those good intention p is a quality p as such p always having positive thinking&lt;br /&gt;those good intention p with highly demand in sex if also got feel also l most welcome them&lt;br /&gt;l know myself cant mix up with bad intention p cos l don wan to hurt by them and will argue to them if l know they hurt or do bad on me or others innocent o&lt;br /&gt;these p really r heartless and cruel&lt;br /&gt;u know?&lt;br /&gt;now l am not only argue and will fight with them either they die or l die cos l won give face to these bad intention p still come to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how did they hurt u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(I gave up in the end, I'm booking coffin instead, for myself, becoz I could just die NOW)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l will tell u my past experience in one day if l meet u in kl next time&lt;br /&gt;now l need to work so no time to chat so much&lt;br /&gt;not only me l also heard a lot from my frens event too&lt;br /&gt;these bad intention p always seek for target especially those good intention p who is weak and scare to revenge or easy to bully to hurt one&lt;br /&gt;so a lot and a lot of innocent p will fall into their trap&lt;br /&gt;u know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat kind la&lt;br /&gt;jz give an example k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat y now they r so less of these good intention p as these p after hurt will scare to know any p or not believe any p aldry&lt;br /&gt;tat is not an example and is a real event happen either myself or my others p frens&lt;br /&gt;l no time to type so long msn to u as l need to work&lt;br /&gt;l can talk more detail to u when we meet up next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can type the overall thng in one sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(Ah fuck, if you are working now, why are you still typing??? Use head la dude)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l have full coverage of insurance protection for myself so l won scare on these bad intention p anymore and l will fight with them if they come to hurt and do bad thing on me either they die or l die&lt;br /&gt;y u so scare to meet me up&lt;br /&gt;if u not such p no need to scare to meet me up is it&lt;br /&gt;if u wanna sincere be my fren also no need scare to meet me up is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er&lt;br /&gt;why u saying insurans?&lt;br /&gt;as if they will kill u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(What is insurans gonna do with those ppl, dun worry no ones trying to kill you, coz you're not worth it... and meeting you? I rather meet a sumo wrestler and let him fuck me for one whole night!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u wan to be bad intention p l also won force u but if u wanna to hurt me just come over definately l will fight with u&lt;br /&gt;even l have been killed l also no worry cos l die of fighting wit bad intention p but not good intention p&lt;br /&gt;god will know how to purnish those bad intention p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hurt u means i bad la&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;and how am i suppoe to hurt u anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course do u think who r u that u have right to hurt anyone tat u like ar&lt;br /&gt;if everyone thinking like u wat would happen in tis world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wud go to have all theenergy to hurt ppl ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(If everyone thinks like you, I'm gonna migrate to Moon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then wat for government enforce such law to protect on ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun waste such energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lf u know to think such is good&lt;br /&gt;u tot hurt ppl no need time and energy ar&lt;br /&gt;wat for waste such resources tat u have to do on such bad thing&lt;br /&gt;better use such resources to do good thing better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway why are u soo fuzzy over those ppl that u consider as bad intention ppl&lt;br /&gt;jz let them be&lt;br /&gt;as u say god will punish them then jz let god punish la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, ya l know&lt;br /&gt;l fussy cos l still havent know much good intention p tat l prefer to know&lt;br /&gt;tat y l fussy&lt;br /&gt;u try to invite me to attend any function either organised by u or ur fren to let me to gather and know more p&lt;br /&gt;l think tat is also a way to find my good intention p frens&lt;br /&gt;y p very less organise such gathering function as those str8 ppl one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun go those stuufs&lt;br /&gt;i dun like those high profile p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(and yo wonder why no 'good intention' plu wants to know you...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is good to attend those stuff&lt;br /&gt;if those high profile p r good intention p y not&lt;br /&gt;to know more p is to enlarge our relationship&lt;br /&gt;of course u won join such function organise by those bad mouth or gossip p la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u are too different-shaping laa&lt;br /&gt;for me this guy may be bad, but for other ppl he is a good fren&lt;br /&gt;my buddies think im a good guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure u won have chance to know those good intention p if such party or function not organise by good intention p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my ex bf thinks im a bad guy&lt;br /&gt;dats normal wat&lt;br /&gt;u jz have to go know ppl urself la&lt;br /&gt;u find urself la as i dun go these function&lt;br /&gt;aiyo&lt;br /&gt;i know this GOOD p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(And if I intro you to any party organised by my frenz I would be dead, coz they will hate you and eventually angry with me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is tat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he knos another one he consider GOOD&lt;br /&gt;but maybe for me is BAD&lt;br /&gt;u never know k?&lt;br /&gt;gosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind introduce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u truely understand u won be saying these ... stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l don know wat exactly happen between u with tat good p u mention just now so l cant judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is like&lt;br /&gt;i know zuzu&lt;br /&gt;u say he is bad&lt;br /&gt;but for me he is good&lt;br /&gt;and if zuzu held a party&lt;br /&gt;u won go&lt;br /&gt;coz u say he bad&lt;br /&gt;but alot others will go&lt;br /&gt;coz he is a goo dfor them&lt;br /&gt;get it'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since u said ur fren is good mind make a recommendation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;i don do introducing&lt;br /&gt;dun ask me&lt;br /&gt;i never do introducing&lt;br /&gt;u wan know go find urself&lt;br /&gt;dats all i can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(Intro my frenz to you is like slowly killing me and my frenz... You are a super loser)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selfish&lt;br /&gt;from now onward l have no such fren like u&lt;br /&gt;l won be fren with selfish type p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k find&lt;br /&gt;coz u are the most immature guy i have ever seen in my whole damn life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(Selfish? Yea I sell fish, you wan buy?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE ur attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can do less with one of these ppl... thx u&lt;br /&gt;nono&lt;br /&gt;beware urs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(I seriously can care less now, go die dude)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l never say bad u pls beware ur bad mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz u say u are a good p&lt;br /&gt;but i dun even see any good things in u&lt;br /&gt;done&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;of coz u dun say bad things abt me&lt;br /&gt;but unless u r obnoxious&lt;br /&gt;u said abt my buddy&lt;br /&gt;and i had been wondering&lt;br /&gt;why one earth do u wan to talk to me abt zuzu IF U KNOW IM HIS BUDDY&lt;br /&gt;isnt that weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(and I'm the bad mouth???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u don do any bad to me wat for l say bad on u&lt;br /&gt;l definately not a bad mouth p like u all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;izzit&lt;br /&gt;if you are not&lt;br /&gt;u won even be talking abt THESE CRAPS&lt;br /&gt;ok?&lt;br /&gt;u won even be talking abt zuzu&lt;br /&gt;and u say u dun bad mouth ppl?&lt;br /&gt;u are bad-mouthing him INFRON HIS BUDDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*The End*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he is quiet, until now... So I assume that he is already considering me as one of the 'bad intention' people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the fuck does that mean??? You don't go around marking peoples good and bad... I really want to meet his so-called good intention frenz to see whether they are stupid, or they just playing a joke on him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesus Christ Amitabha Ya Allah!!&lt;/span&gt; This world is seriously inhabited by alot of freaking weird creature, and clearly this guy is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin... or Danson... Or whatever your name is gonna be in the future, you are a super fucking cibai brainless sucker I had ever ever met in my whole damn life. And you do not deserve any friends at all if that's your mentality... I myself have alot of friends to care and cares me, and I'm not worrying in meeting so-called bad intention ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't worry if you call me a bad intention people, coz of all the ppl I know, you'll be the 1st. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;You're honoured! Hooray!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, if you are fucking reading this, I wish you haleluya and success in finding a 'good intention' friend... Cause is either those people are playing jokes on you, or they are too stupid to think.. And yes you can call me bad-mouth, coz I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a saint, so I can't be your 'good intention' friend, coz I ain't completely good... And if you can find a 'good intention' guy with good look and good heart and good attitude &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;please do inform me, coz probably he has serious brain damage and he needs to check in hospital ASAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Thank you, may you find your 'true' friends.... Amen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-4571084781948200503?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/4571084781948200503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=4571084781948200503' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4571084781948200503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4571084781948200503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/08/read-to-feel-most-stupidest-guy-in-face.html' title='Read, To Feel The Most Stupidest Guy In The Face Of The Universe'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-249898957891625219</id><published>2008-08-08T19:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:09:31.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fan" Art</title><content type='html'>After the miserable fashion illustration exhibition &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ok, I'm the only one miserable, but actually the fashion illustration exhibition was a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BLAST!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we Illustration Class did another exhibition on the same spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Fan-Art-IC"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, means Fanartic la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my own creation, I'm doing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Fashion of the Dead"&lt;/span&gt;, as a tribute to my previous damaged exhibition. Although the execution is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAR AWAY&lt;/span&gt; from what I had been doing, because during the set up I found it very hard to execute my ideas, so I changed my plan, but the outcome is very satisfying. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEYOND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJwrVDYX9GI/AAAAAAAAA0I/uAnJCEfdP1Q/s1600-h/DSC09830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJwrVDYX9GI/AAAAAAAAA0I/uAnJCEfdP1Q/s400/DSC09830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232104507782460514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is my creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJwrVWRsKLI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/PIFdlyvTMpg/s1600-h/DSC09831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJwrVWRsKLI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/PIFdlyvTMpg/s400/DSC09831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232104512854698162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It is called "The Fashion of the Dead".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJwrVs-ddXI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/RD8uh1x6D8E/s1600-h/DSC09832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJwrVs-ddXI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/RD8uh1x6D8E/s400/DSC09832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232104518948058482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Holding my hand-made fans...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJwrVpYsVyI/AAAAAAAAA0g/S61JKIEjF-c/s1600-h/DSC09833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJwrVpYsVyI/AAAAAAAAA0g/S61JKIEjF-c/s400/DSC09833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232104517984343842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;See the 'blood' dripping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJwrVmNrXgI/AAAAAAAAA0o/5PsNvr89vlE/s1600-h/DSC09834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJwrVmNrXgI/AAAAAAAAA0o/5PsNvr89vlE/s400/DSC09834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232104517132836354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Happy~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy of my displaying. Me and Fui Ching used back the boxes I made during the fashion illus exhibition, which I drew on boxes&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (see below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and she re-sprayed the boxes, covering all my art works. I'm not sad, cause those are lousy works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJwsyfVkBhI/AAAAAAAAA0w/knnPUy2PXQo/s1600-h/DSC09825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJwsyfVkBhI/AAAAAAAAA0w/knnPUy2PXQo/s400/DSC09825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232106113014695442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Last memory with my boxes before re-spray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJwsyewNNlI/AAAAAAAAA04/4E15UHRX1Ng/s1600-h/DSC09826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJwsyewNNlI/AAAAAAAAA04/4E15UHRX1Ng/s400/DSC09826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232106112858011218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Some fashion illus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJwsygANFCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/A3CF0icbR5E/s1600-h/DSC09829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJwsygANFCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/A3CF0icbR5E/s400/DSC09829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232106113193546786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Speechless....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few lecturers who marked our works. I'm damn happy coz my work &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gets 95.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! It is quite high you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lisa commented "good concept" on mine. I knew she would love it! Coz she was the one organising the fashion illus exhibition! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my visual advertising work, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I GOT B+ to A!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This is quite a high marks, and so far the highest I had archieved!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;An A le!!&lt;/span&gt; You get an A means very good d! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(according to our college's judging levels)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hardly got people get an A, and if you can get an A for every assignments, you are GOD already. Happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that things just turns out right. Cause it doesn't. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I made them right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJww7ZsYsII/AAAAAAAAA1Y/_knvXOAtgzs/s1600-h/IMG_2672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJww7ZsYsII/AAAAAAAAA1Y/_knvXOAtgzs/s400/IMG_2672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232110664165142658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me and Ashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJww7Id95BI/AAAAAAAAA1I/jeZa1Axx8io/s1600-h/IMG_2701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJww7Id95BI/AAAAAAAAA1I/jeZa1Axx8io/s400/IMG_2701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232110659541263378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me among legs of the lengzais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJww7e9yDxI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/xKyJgMOj6X0/s1600-h/IMG_2703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJww7e9yDxI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/xKyJgMOj6X0/s400/IMG_2703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232110665580285714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Noooo~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJw3UCfQTYI/AAAAAAAAA1g/qzB5yJaX-pw/s1600-h/IMG_2670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJw3UCfQTYI/AAAAAAAAA1g/qzB5yJaX-pw/s400/IMG_2670.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232117684502547842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My "Extreme Challenge" Characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-249898957891625219?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/249898957891625219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=249898957891625219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/249898957891625219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/249898957891625219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/08/fan-art.html' title='&quot;Fan&quot; Art'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SJwrVDYX9GI/AAAAAAAAA0I/uAnJCEfdP1Q/s72-c/DSC09830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-4517708014769668163</id><published>2008-08-07T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:33:14.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST DON READ, IT'S ALL EMOZ</title><content type='html'>I have quited Axcest and Fridae d...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so pointless there... Everyone seem so fake, so stupid &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yeah including me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already past my innocence moment, processing moment, mature moment, hurtful moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plus it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so unlikely&lt;/span&gt; I'm gonna meet my future lover there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Unlike some fucking bastard, I mean you-guys-know-who, who even applied advanced membership there...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I feel I'm just fed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I love all never love me. Those who I put my heart in, never return what I should have. Oh well... Life is cruel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, and even in Axcest, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;someone hacked my account and make me look like I'm the sluttiest person in the whole world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all just karma. I guess. Just let it be. I have commited too many sins right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish there is a shoulder for me to rely on. To cry on perhaps. Friends can only so far stand by you, to guild and aid you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ken, Zuzu, wish u guys and ur lovers forever lasting la. Wish Ian and April can really make it through the end (I know both of you can). Fish, wish ur Mr. Right comes soon. Wish JY and WJ la, PM and SW la, Yi Wen la, whoever that I should be wishing la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish all ppl happy. I myself is ok being single. Anyway I'll always be single what. LOLZ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the look. Nor the body. Nor the heart. Nor the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But those aren't true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was involved in a chat with Fish and Mrs. Gan, Jia Ying's mom. She was saying how Fish changed. Yea, Fish totally changed from a girl who does not have any direction in her life to a girl who work hard and responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That event has change her life. It was her turning point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here. Same place. Same situation, onli to get worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Gan advised me to stop emos, stop being so negative. Fish also said, when u think positively, everything become positive. Well, I tried. OF COZ. What do you guys think I'm doing all these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thinking on the moment. I don't go and think, oh, tomorrow is a better day when I know it's NOT going to be. I'm just being real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they also said that I already have everything a human needs in his life, but I also own the only thing that a human doesn't need the most - laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a healthy family, a bunch of buddies, a nice environment of working space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the brain, which Mrs. Gan said that her daughter Jia Ying used to tell her all about me getting high marks in school without doing any revision at all. Fish agreed with that and said she was jealous. Come to think of it, it is true. I can read. I can understand stuffs easily. But I just don't want to. Or worst, lazy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the look. Benny was 'sort of' jealous of it too. He said at least I do not need any make ups or stuffs to cover my face. I have the natural look d. And yea, I don't do hair set-up, I dun use facial cream, I dun keep fit, I dun dress up, I dun fashion up myself. I have all the good conditions, but I just throw them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the talent. In music, art, act, whatever. But I never give my 100%. I stopped my music. I lost myself in art. I even lost my natural talent in acting. No wait, should I say, I'm more fake than what I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'm fake. I beginning to become the person I hate to be the most. I hate fakers. And I'm becoming one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to trust ppl easily. Now? I only trust the people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so not the Jason when he was 17 years old. People change to become better. I dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, I'm crawling my way up again. I just haven't reach to the top. I dropped everytime I think I can reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can cry easily. Whenever I feel weak, I can just cry and then be strong again. And becoz I can't cry easily, I use up alot of time to make myself stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm so tire now.&lt;/span&gt; I really don't want to trust anymore people. The more people you try to trust, the more you get hurt. I want to trust love, bu it just doesn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to trust myself too. How? I do not even trust myself nor my own talent. I don't want to trust myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything about you Seen. I just hate you. I hate&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; I HAVE THE SAME SURNAME WITH YOU&lt;/span&gt;. Fuck you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIE EARLIER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so I can throw dungs at your damn coffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a great person. I won't forgive you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being gay. I hate it. I hate being Jason. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE THAT I'M HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I hate that I fell in love with Seen. Or Ken. I hate I loved you. I hate I sexed you. I hate that you have a bf and I wish he dies fast &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I mean Seen's, not you Ken). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea call me immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still can't cry. CIBAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what to do. I'm a gay. A worthless guy. I ONSed. I sexed with people I dunno. becoz they won't hurt me. I hurt myself, and I'm enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not need a miracle. I do not need to create one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not need anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I JUST FUCKING WANT TO LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND WHY CAN'T I CRY YET!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-4517708014769668163?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/4517708014769668163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=4517708014769668163' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4517708014769668163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4517708014769668163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-don-read-its-all-emoz.html' title='JUST DON READ, IT&apos;S ALL EMOZ'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-2670192321759359860</id><published>2008-08-03T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:56:57.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Mama Say You Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U.G.L.Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jzxcKxCyaQo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jzxcKxCyaQo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzxcKxCyaQo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lyrics&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;(Read it, you would LOVE it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U.G.L.Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You ain't got no alibi you ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eh! Hey! You ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I saw you walking down the street just the other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't see your damage from that far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should have got a clue when the kids started screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You walked up to me with your buck teethe a gleaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your hair was all frizzy and your face was a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; I thought it was a sack but it's your favourite dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You hurt the trees feelings and the birds all flew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't mean to insult you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh wait! Yes I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your teeth are yellow, they're covered in mould&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; You're only fourteen you look a hundred years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When looks were handed out you were last in line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your face looks like where the sun don't shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Did you fall off a building and land on your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;did a truch run over your face instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There ain't no pill cos you ain't ill coz you're --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; U.G.L.Y You ain't got no alibi you ugly eh! Hey! You ugly [X2] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What you really need is to wear a mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;And book that plastic surgeon fast &lt;/span&gt;- (Girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're scary - You're hairy I heard about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You're the main attraction at the city zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're so fat and ugly with a belly full of flab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you wear a yellow coat people shout out cabH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(So funny) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got eyes like a pig and your nose is big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And with hair like that you should be wearing a wig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Uncle Fester remember him? I never knew that you had a twin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't disguise your googly eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;In the Miss Ugly pageant you win first prize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo mama says you ugly - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You ugly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; U.G.L.Y You ain't got no alibi you ugly eh! Hey! You ugly [X2] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Get busy [X9]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yo mama says your ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo mama says your ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo mama says your ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your ugly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U.U.U.U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I feel like blondie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; U.G.L.Y You ain't got no alibi you ugly eh! Hey! You ugly [X2] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quasimodo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Camel breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Squarehead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicken legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pig face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chin like bubba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fish lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toad licker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poindexter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spaghetti arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Limp butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Freak shown -ugly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; U.G.L.Y You ain't got no alibi you ugly eh! Hey! You ugly [X1] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; U.G.L.Y -You could make an onion cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; U.G.L.Y - Like an alien chased by the F.B.I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; UGLY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, this song is probably the most insulting song in the face of the universe... And yea, that will explain why my blog is named under &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Yo Mama Say You UGLY"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the two singers who sang this song, o well, you should try to pause the video at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANY &lt;/span&gt;time and see their faces.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND YOU WILL UNDERSTAND WHY THEY CAME UP WITH THIS SONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And another super hyper favour of mine... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;RIHANNA's DISTURBIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8X-fSPPuIw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8X-fSPPuIw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DISTURBING!! &lt;/span&gt;This song rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ANTM Cycle 11 is coming, ooo I totally can't wait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for So You Think You Can Dance, I'm waiting for Wednesday, to see who is the next winner. I hope is Katee, SHE'S TREMENDOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Malaysia version, Cecelia is the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;K enuf ranting. back to work... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAR ON BABY!&lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-2670192321759359860?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/2670192321759359860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=2670192321759359860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/2670192321759359860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/2670192321759359860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/08/yo-mama-say-you-ugly.html' title='Yo Mama Say You Ugly'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-8049813314345221610</id><published>2008-07-31T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:29:09.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Massive breakdown + &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Extreme Stress&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ultimate Tension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will continue for at the very least one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I skip my teaching lessons in Sunday? And also the mini concert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could. But I know that's irresponsible. And Mrs. Gan will murder me. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah... kill me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-8049813314345221610?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/8049813314345221610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=8049813314345221610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/8049813314345221610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/8049813314345221610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/07/gah.html' title='Gah'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-3737526375080264924</id><published>2008-07-28T18:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:30:13.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Breakdown</title><content type='html'>Before any emo post, let's read something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE STORY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a nice cozy sleep few days ago. Then the phone rang. Hp I mean. In the middle of say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;4am!!???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Who the fucking hell was it???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered, it was an unknown. Then the voice came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jason?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea, who you? Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O, nothing la, just a bit horny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*chucked*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "HUH?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Masturbate with me..." &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*in a fucking annoying whore sound*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*face changed, anger rising*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  "Urgh!!"  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*Cancel call, went back to sleep*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minutes later, the HP rang again. Automatically I reached for it and answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the sound came, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIFFERENTLY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ah~~Ah~~Ah~~ Uh~~ Oh~~Ah~~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;*o.O!! Looked at the number, same as the one just now* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"Ah~~ Jason~~ Uh~~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"GO TO HELL LA YOU FUCKING ^%$%&amp;amp;*@(#**&amp;amp;@(#*(&amp;amp;&amp;amp;^@^@%^^%$"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Honestly I forgot what I said, but it was something like that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night! O gosh! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET A LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And I was sleeping for heaven god sake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish these people die faster. And if that fucking person is reading this, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAH I MEAN YOU SIAL FUCKER! YOU GO DIE FAST AND NEVER TO BOTHER ME AGAIN FUCKING ASSHOLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok emo post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to do my digital illustration outline. I had all the references in PC, books opened beside me, pencils and paper ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I drew. And drew, and drew.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 8 hours ++&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the more I drew, I feel blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the figure. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;*crumple*&lt;/span&gt;  I hate the proportion. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;*crumple*&lt;/span&gt;  I hate the composition. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*crumple*&lt;/span&gt;  I hate the design. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;*crumple*&lt;/span&gt;  I hate the fashion. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;*crumple*&lt;/span&gt;  I hate the expression. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;*crumple*&lt;/span&gt;  No concept at all. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*crumple* &lt;/span&gt; Doesn't look like a game cover design.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; *crumple*&lt;/span&gt;  So not my style. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;*crumple*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened when I was trying to redo the fashion illustration sketch book which I lost. I eventually gave up on the Fashion thingy, but it comes back for my digital illustration as I lost the previous assignment files, which resulted in I didn't hand in that particular assignment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And it seems to bother me alot!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 8 hours, my head &lt;u&gt;cracked&lt;/u&gt;. I wasted alot of paper, all drawn both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the concepts ready. I have so many ideas. I have all the pictures in my head. But when my pencils touch the paper, everything vanished. When I de-touched the paper, everything came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was silently mood-changing from&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; angry&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;grudge&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;break down&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; sad&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;killing&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; screaming&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;head-banging&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;suicide&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;lost confidence&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;doubting myself&lt;/span&gt; to at long last, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I was actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FEAR&lt;/span&gt; of drawing. I started to get sick. I felt like vomit. Something was stuck in between my lung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my pencil tips on the paper, then a damn weird disturbing feeling rushing through me. I was scare. I was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; SO DAMN&lt;/span&gt; scare when I looked at the blank paper. I was frightened. I was actually shivering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to chill myself at the balcony. Feeling the breeze or whatever you call as relaxing. It didn't work &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;. I felt more tense, thinking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;how am I fucking gonna finish my work&lt;/span&gt;. How I am gonna draw anything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back my room and kept on trying to push myself. Until one edge, the tears start coming off. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I started crying silently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of my Parents. I felt so frustrated. I felt so distracted. I wanted to call someone. I thought of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ken&lt;/span&gt; first, but he is sleeping, probably, whatever. Then I thought of my mom. I wanted to call her so badly, wanted to rant everything possibly to be ranted to her.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; I want my mom to console me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Oh gosh, I'm crying again now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I didn't. I didn't want to distract her. She has start working, and she has to take care of my sister and father. And my dad, I can't call him either. He needs rest. He is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried, silently. I felt so helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to face my pc, with all the nice references on the screen. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I screamed&lt;/span&gt;. Silently though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in a very fast pace, I off every nice refernces on my screen, off my Painter, off my scanner, scramble all the pencils aside, moved the papers with my pencil case to dunno where&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (when I glanced at the papers, I felt sick again),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; close all my books &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(I didn't throw them duh, I LOVE THOSE BOOKS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and started to feel sick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep, thinking after I got up I will be okay, thinking it was just emotional break down that I usually have every ends of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT IT WASN'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up. And I start to over think everything again. The whole body actually weigh more now. It was 2pm. Way past my class time. This is the forth times I was absent, and if I have no reason, I fail the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I need an MC. I had to have one. And I need to do some printings, which means I have to go to Sunway. I needed to borrow pendrive from Wei Yang first. So I went to his house. Until one point only I started noticing, I felt like vomit every 5 minutes, I walked very slowly like a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Wei Yang saw me, he was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Jason you sick a?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which means I didn't need to fake acting that I'm sick when I go to the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female doctor attended me. She checked, asked, at last, like a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; fury mother + devastated teacher&lt;/span&gt;, she started grumbling that I have eating disorder and that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should take care of my eating system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At that moment, I guess I understand perfectly why I was in bad mood always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(I got Vitamin pills in the end.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was okay when I reached home one hour later, after printing stuffs and buying stuffs in Giant. Right now, the moment I writing this, I feel energyless again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haiz, I wish I have someone to hug now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will never want to feel like this again. But I know I will eventually face it again some other time in the future, but so far, this time is the worst one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-3737526375080264924?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/3737526375080264924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=3737526375080264924' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/3737526375080264924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/3737526375080264924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/07/worst-breakdown.html' title='Worst Breakdown'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-8800509350267442558</id><published>2008-07-26T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T06:48:10.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I gave up thinking a title...</title><content type='html'>Ah~~ Getting lazier to update my blog, but well, there is really nothing special that happened recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep, eat, work, yam cha, Oh ya, JenTing and BoonBoon got chosen as one of Top 10 finalists of the Sloggi Body Art Design competition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the 1st time of my life, I found that females' underwears are actually quite interesting... I mean, wow, feel like &lt;s&gt;wear&lt;/s&gt;...  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EK EK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Hell no!! I'm not a gua!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of sipek brainless ppl try to kacau me. I mean, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, I thought I'm already quite childish, I can't believe there are older people whose minds are as fresh as a 3 yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dunno why, there are really some people trying to get on my nerve. I feel super irritating chatting with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here goes : &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I sent an emoticon, which is a =.=*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellow : "What do you mean o?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me of coz : "Nothg la. Just skip it."&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(It's just a fucking emoticon which your brain is too dumb to understand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dun la. Explain la. I dumb ma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really nothing la." &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Whoa, you know you dumb also?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want know la, say la, what is that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is just an icon lo. See the expression of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dun understand la..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiya, just skip la, no need understand one..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dun like that la, tell ma la, what it means... Dun so sui la..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously nothing huge la... Just ignore it k?" &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Raging)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you so sui one? Tell me la, what's that mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOOK at the face of the icon laaaaaa...." &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Super raging, omg, how thick could this fellow be?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is that o?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"URGH, just skip this topic will you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don la... tell me la..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(At this point, I can clarify that the person I'm talking to is TOO OVERLY DUMB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother fucker, it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST A BLOODY EMOTICON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the conversation goes on until I lost patience and ignored the rest of his 'tell me la' questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I no longer miss the one I missed so much in my previous posts. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah me~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more suffering thinking of that person, yeah, which resulted in I start thinking someone else. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;NOT MY EX,&lt;/span&gt; ok? Someone else again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will only think of those ppl I dated whose personality clicks with me. But so what, I'm sure after a while the feeling will be gone, so I'm not worry at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can fall in love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;EASILY &lt;/span&gt;with ppl I click with. Now come to think of it, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DUNNO WHY&lt;/span&gt; I fell in love with all my exes before. They don't even click with me in the slightest way. Hmmm~~~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*one eyebrow raised*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have a lover now... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAH~~~&lt;/span&gt; It has been so long since I use the words like "dear, darling, honey, baby, sweetie, sweetheart, lao po...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop me a bomb, aleluya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-8800509350267442558?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/8800509350267442558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=8800509350267442558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/8800509350267442558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/8800509350267442558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-gave-up-thinking-title.html' title='I gave up thinking a title...'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-4916980156339265711</id><published>2008-07-22T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T01:42:43.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need help... ASAP</title><content type='html'>My artistic DNA is running off... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think art. I can't do art. I dunno what the hell is wrong with me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an artist!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been trying to draw sumthing for the past 6 hours, which that is why I'm still sitting here on this chair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been trying to paint sumthing, but the girl I'm working on looks like a ghost no matter how I refine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ...... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GAAAAHHHH~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-4916980156339265711?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/4916980156339265711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=4916980156339265711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4916980156339265711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4916980156339265711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-need-help-asap.html' title='I need help... ASAP'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-5250031598814016110</id><published>2008-07-21T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:30:59.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XPLODING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS : Seriously Ken, don't read....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past n hours, I tried so hard, not to think, of yea-you-know-who, but I lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how it feels to miss someone&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; every minute, every hour, every day&lt;/span&gt; for fucking 2 weeks ++?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus the moments when I was busying, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WHEN&lt;/span&gt; I stepped out from bathroom, walk to school, before sleep, after sleep &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(O GOD, why?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, stare at monitor, day-dreaming, really dreaming, poo poo, pee pee, eating, bla bla bla... omg, this is so wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as equally suffering as missing my ex after we broke up. Oh wait, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DIDN'T THINK OF THAT FUCKING HUMAN FOR 2 WEEKS D!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hooray~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, gosh... AAAAA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether April's statement will be correct or not, I really dunno what to do. Anyway,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; so nice of you guys&lt;/span&gt;, the moment I say I'm sad, can you fly here to Sunway to find me, and you guys did, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HAPPY la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to explode already~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have assignments, and yea shut up of trying to tell me concentrating on those. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK I WAS DOING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my father, well, I'm not sure how he is now, they just won't tell. But I sense something not quite right. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm scare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND WHO THE FUCK WANNA WATCH BATMAN OR THE RED WALL OR WHATEVER MOVIE WITH ME?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-5250031598814016110?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/5250031598814016110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=5250031598814016110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/5250031598814016110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/5250031598814016110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/07/xploding.html' title='XPLODING'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-7487471967728777091</id><published>2008-07-20T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:31:28.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upside-down-ing</title><content type='html'>I did sumthing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said d... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;That I like you-know-who&lt;/span&gt;... Ahaha, and I'm still thinking that person every fucking minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you were right Fish, I lied k? I said I won't be thinking, but what to do, I can't control my mind ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;s&gt;not hoping anything&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WELL&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;of coz hoping sumthing&lt;/span&gt;, but well, not high. I think I'll go for April's advice, and also Fishie's, not gonna say here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This is the real world, better stick to reality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;, I'm fucking worry about my father...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st thing I have in mind now is, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I CANNOT DIE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happen in the future, I can't die &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YET&lt;/span&gt;. I must make huge money and let my parents have the life they deserve. No matter what, accident o being rob or being murdered, I can't die. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I CAN'T!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;... It is starting to get upside-down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-7487471967728777091?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/7487471967728777091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=7487471967728777091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/7487471967728777091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/7487471967728777091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/07/upside-down-ing.html' title='Upside-down-ing'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-5547799345252087593</id><published>2008-07-19T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:47:05.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Luck STILL Continues</title><content type='html'>Fisrt, I lost my sketch book, which is equally half my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a minor accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a major accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now, the bad luck went for Fishie. She and her colleagues kena rompak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish is ok, but two of her colleagues was hit by helmets by the robbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK those people. I hope one day they kena the balasan. I hope all robbers die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people for me are worthless. I'm so sorry, you say everyone has his worth, I'm so sorry I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I think I'll be the next Kira if there is another Death Note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-5547799345252087593?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/5547799345252087593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=5547799345252087593' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/5547799345252087593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/5547799345252087593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/07/bad-luck-still-continues.html' title='Bad Luck STILL Continues'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-4827754170015997797</id><published>2008-07-18T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T14:18:03.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O MY FUCKING GOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm FAT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm seriously freakingly FAT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like killing my fats now... and yea thanks to my dear classmates who demanded yam cha every night, and my mouth for non stop eating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-4827754170015997797?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/4827754170015997797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=4827754170015997797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4827754170015997797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4827754170015997797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-my-fucking-god.html' title='O MY FUCKING GOD!'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-6780463663202062590</id><published>2008-07-18T10:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:15:14.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream</title><content type='html'>Had a quite strange but meaningful dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I went to PJS 9 and saw Fui Ching arguing with her bf, well I did see her bf's face in the dream, but in real, I never. If he really does look like what I saw in dream, that would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;FREAKY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to a mall or something. Met with my gang there, people like Pui Mun la, Ian la, April la, Fish la, even Yi Wen and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;her little brother&lt;/span&gt;? I forget got who else, but there were alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw Yi Wen's bro's face. If in real does look alike too, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DOUBLE THE FREAKINESS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were by a small shop stall &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which you can see in malls selling cute stuffs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fulled of food and fruits. I myself bought a Durian and Pui Mun also bought a Durian, and we put all the food nicely on the stall. I saw soya bean tins, and a big bowl of porridge in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found out that that was a farewell celebration for Khaishin.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; WALAO...&lt;/span&gt; and it was Yi Wen and her little bro's idea. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NICE...&lt;/span&gt; shall we do this in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;REAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moment Khaishin stepped into my dream, my handphone alarm rang.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-6780463663202062590?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/6780463663202062590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=6780463663202062590' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/6780463663202062590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/6780463663202062590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/07/dream.html' title='The Dream'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-5569062549657967723</id><published>2008-07-17T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:04:25.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>乱……</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;六神无主中……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想着某个人。&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;（不是那个王八蛋）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我应该怎么办？每一天都是这样子的话会很辛苦的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除非我非常专注地在做东西，要不然，当我一停止任何活动，脑袋就开始胡思乱想。甩了又想。想了又甩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走去学校的时候想。睡觉前想。刷牙时想。独自吃东西时想。每一分钟小想，每五分钟大想。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们说啦，&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;这还说没问题吗？？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不想破坏那一份关系，但是却又不想只是那个关系。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想说，但是怕被拒绝。我想爱，但是怕受伤害。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说到尾，我是个失败的窝囊废兼胆小鬼。哈哈！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对了，如果诅咒别人太多，自己也不会好过。那是否要我去祝福那个王八蛋，我才会幸福呢？？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;反正，我们分手后，&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;他一直幸福到现在，我就痛苦了两年多&lt;/span&gt;，还要我祝福他？你是不是烧坏脑子了？？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！去死吧！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;（纯粹发泄，如果应验了才来告我吧！）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈！不过老实说，那个王八蛋最近这两个星期都不在我的脑袋里，因为我想着的，是别人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeee wang wang....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-5569062549657967723?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/5569062549657967723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=5569062549657967723' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/5569062549657967723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/5569062549657967723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='乱……'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-5468131366993862548</id><published>2008-07-14T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:53:43.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE-HATER</title><content type='html'>I feel like... jumping down from my balcony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I appreciate that I finally got back the LOVE feeling, which means I know what it feels to love someone again&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (after you-know-who)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I hate it course it is seriously killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I know how to love again? I keep on thinking of the person every 10 minutes, for hours, for days, can't even concentrate on anything. Try forgetting, well, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I'm scare of getting hurt again, now I'm hurt, not by the person, but I'm still hurt. Course you know you can't be with the person. Or maybe you can, but the person does not even love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the differences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, URGH,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fuck love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-5468131366993862548?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/5468131366993862548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=5468131366993862548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/5468131366993862548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/5468131366993862548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-hater.html' title='LOVE-HATER'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-6813885537849894737</id><published>2008-07-13T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:58:33.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Luck Continues</title><content type='html'>And yea it did. Still remember my sketch book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost it, and for one whole week I tried to redo my artworks, but I just couldn't seemed to get things right. All the works that I produced were and are like shit. I couldn't stop thinking about my lost sketch book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot to mention, last week when we came back from Pui Mun's house, we met in an accident. Ian, yeah, he was driving, and yea, as usual, fast, yeah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;BUT WELL IT WAS NOT HIS FAULT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ok, honestly, I was hoping that it was your fault, Ian, after what happened this week.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nearly killed a Malay guy last week. That guy was seriously a fucking idiot. It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; light for us, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; light for him. He just decided to cut the light and when he saw Ian's car came flying across the road, he decided to stop &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD&lt;/span&gt; and let Ian killed him, except he didn't die yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish he did die&lt;/span&gt;, 2 points :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Ian will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;MORE DAMN CAREFUL&lt;/span&gt; on the road, and I doubt that will ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Less one fucking idiot people in the world, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this week, we went &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bon Odori!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there with my housemate and seniors first, then met with Ian, April, Yi Wen, Fish and Fish's colleagues there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SHoVTT8AXVI/AAAAAAAAAzc/i-eYv3aWSrw/s1600-h/P1020603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SHoVTT8AXVI/AAAAAAAAAzc/i-eYv3aWSrw/s400/P1020603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222510139403165010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And yeah Yi Wen you should hang out more with us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many people, too packed, and me and April were stuck in the crowd trying to buy kakigouri &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Japanese ABC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which tasted like ice with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;OVER-sweet&lt;/span&gt; colouring for let's say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ONE HOUR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sandwitched by people, guys, gals, Japanese, children. And I touched alot of stuffs, butts, boobs, penises, hands, heads, shoulders... it felt like a gangbang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummer, but we enjoyed on the 1st part of the dance. I saw my secondary school friend there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were heading back to KL, yeah Ian drove. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;AND YEAH&lt;/span&gt;, you know how he drives when he is in the highway. Which leads us to, yeah, accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is not entirely his fault. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(HAIZ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yet he was tailing a car so close, suddenly the car went off to next lane, seeing infront there was a breakdown, but Ian didn't react fast enough, he braked, but it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four cars involved. The 1st car is some idiots' who parked their car beside, didn't put up light signal, and the stop sign was only 2 feet away from the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SHoVTiWHOSI/AAAAAAAAAzk/thV1W91M-bA/s1600-h/P1020175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SHoVTiWHOSI/AAAAAAAAAzk/thV1W91M-bA/s400/P1020175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222510143270762786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1st Car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second car was us, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SHoVTiebkmI/AAAAAAAAAzs/GEhi3fb7uA8/s1600-h/P1020171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SHoVTiebkmI/AAAAAAAAAzs/GEhi3fb7uA8/s400/P1020171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222510143305650786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ian's Baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third car was driven by a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAMN CUTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy, and he was wearing a Laconic chain &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(wanna know what's that see the link beside my blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SHoVT02cs2I/AAAAAAAAAz0/MIUCp9vv4qQ/s1600-h/P1020174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SHoVT02cs2I/AAAAAAAAAz0/MIUCp9vv4qQ/s400/P1020174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222510148238226274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Guy's car (I should take his pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last car was a S series car. Singaporeans. Who went off after coming down the car and said that's not their fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SHoVUEmL2WI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ZfiOg3Z-JgY/s1600-h/DSC09641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SHoVUEmL2WI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ZfiOg3Z-JgY/s400/DSC09641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222510152464980322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Only the light was damaged..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far for the accident. We are still alive. Wahahaha... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I think I'm in an emotional breakdown even more serious. I can't concentrate on doing anything at all. I miss someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please guess I miss who. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If correct I give you my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do the gang and me has plenty of stories to be told every single week? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOSH~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-6813885537849894737?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/6813885537849894737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=6813885537849894737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/6813885537849894737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/6813885537849894737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/07/bad-luck-continues.html' title='Bad Luck Continues'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SHoVTT8AXVI/AAAAAAAAAzc/i-eYv3aWSrw/s72-c/P1020603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-3279977378780374823</id><published>2008-07-11T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:53:07.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please kill me... Anyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-3279977378780374823?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/3279977378780374823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=3279977378780374823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/3279977378780374823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/3279977378780374823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-want-to-die.html' title='I want to die'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-4863451622356837674</id><published>2008-07-11T01:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:58:33.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Could See Me Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SHZRTD-tD3I/AAAAAAAAAzU/j2i2a-iaYtc/s1600-h/0007198892.thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SHZRTD-tD3I/AAAAAAAAAzU/j2i2a-iaYtc/s400/0007198892.thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221450205910339442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finish the book titled&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; "If You Could See Me Now" &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cecelia Ahern&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to say that this book is by far the book which made me cry so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to waste my time telling you what's the story about. But I hadn't been stop crying for one hour. Cried and stopped and cried again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it's completely silent. You would think as it's so important it would make the loudest noise in the whole world, or even some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it's silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;If there is a noise, it's internal. It screams and no one can hear it but you. It screams so loud your ears ring and your head aches. It trashes around in your chest like a great white shark caught in the sea; it roars like a mother bear whose cub has been taken. That's what it looks like and that's what it sounds like, a trashing, panicking, trapped great big beast, roaring like a prisoner to its own emotions. But that's the thing about love - no one is untouchable. It's as wild as that, as raw as an open flesh wound exposed to salty sea water, but when it actually breaks, it's silent. You're just screaming on the inside and no one can hear it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these 2 paragraphs. I just love it. Cecelia has the gift to describe a true emotion feeling. She can describe a complicated feeling and make it real. I'm touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has been so long since I last posted. The only two occasions that are worth mentioned are Happy's birthday party at PuiMun's house and the lost of my fashion illustration artworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too lazy to mention them, as I don't even have any picture to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my artworks. I just wish whoever took it &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(the sketch book) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;can return it to me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Please...&lt;/span&gt; Everyday I have the urge to go back to Popular to pay my respect to the book which died inside there murdered by me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on one point, I think I am in crush with someone. Whenever that happens, I will give myself a few days and see whether the feeling subsides. Well, I'm not sure yet whether I do love someone. I just couldn't love, I just don't want, I don't know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I know what I want, but whatever I wanted, it won't be real. But I'm haunted by him. And I'm still haunted by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I like someone else, I just couldn't bring up the courage to say "I want you". Fear of losing again, I'm so scare that my heart will break again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when a heart breaks, it produces no sound, yet it is the most painful break in the whole world. You can't hear it nor see it, you can only feel it, and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ONLY&lt;/span&gt; you yourself can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just keep to myself, so what if I start a new relationship. Will we be forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made the promises, and abandoned them like they were nothing; As for me? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm still waiting for the day to fulfill everything you had said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a time out. I need a serious time out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;And if he could see me now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ps : I'm still crying now...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-4863451622356837674?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/4863451622356837674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=4863451622356837674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4863451622356837674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/4863451622356837674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-you-could-see-me-now.html' title='If You Could See Me Now'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SHZRTD-tD3I/AAAAAAAAAzU/j2i2a-iaYtc/s72-c/0007198892.thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-3481459765639412776</id><published>2008-06-30T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:58:34.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holy Hole</title><content type='html'>One fine Saturday I went yam cha with Fish, Ian and Chaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Channel 6, sat at a corner at upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter was too cute d, so I kept peeking through the hole of the curtain behind me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO LUCKY&lt;/span&gt;, can peek people without being notice).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SGj7KSLnn8I/AAAAAAAAAzM/-Q-HaVeKTfM/s1600-h/Group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SGj7KSLnn8I/AAAAAAAAAzM/-Q-HaVeKTfM/s400/Group.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217696322406555586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The hole~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I somehow forgot how it happened, but Chaw suddenly said : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SGj7JxiLTcI/AAAAAAAAAzE/2yLFfpoHQzw/s1600-h/Chaw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SGj7JxiLTcI/AAAAAAAAAzE/2yLFfpoHQzw/s400/Chaw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217696313642798530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"My Hole is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BIGGER&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her and stunned. Ian stunned too when he noticed that I had stunned. And&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HELL YEAH, we were laughing our way to hell!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaw still very unaware of what she had said until I said : &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OMGAWD, the GLORY HOLY HOLE!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And she blushed~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NICE HOLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410988288339036672-3481459765639412776?l=deathnutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/feeds/3481459765639412776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4410988288339036672&amp;postID=3481459765639412776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/3481459765639412776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410988288339036672/posts/default/3481459765639412776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathnutter.blogspot.com/2008/06/holy-hole.html' title='The Holy Hole'/><author><name>Jason L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06899630903255635288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SFKGMHwhQTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RpcXbNs6iic/S220/1_976498122l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SGj7KSLnn8I/AAAAAAAAAzM/-Q-HaVeKTfM/s72-c/Group.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410988288339036672.post-6683529783505054387</id><published>2008-06-28T04:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:58:34.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FULAMAK LE WEI~~~</title><content type='html'>Wanna see my recent pic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SGVVWALo28I/AAAAAAAAAyk/-mmHXDlJt7s/s1600-h/DSC09535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SGVVWALo28I/AAAAAAAAAyk/-mmHXDlJt7s/s400/DSC09535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216669579872885698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I seriously look  like I did drug... Maybe is becoz not enuf sleep kot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SGVVWHmADqI/AAAAAAAAAys/6wKs0tN4Tk4/s1600-h/DSC09469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SGVVWHmADqI/AAAAAAAAAys/6wKs0tN4Tk4/s400/DSC09469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216669581862506146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And yeah, my eyes look drowsy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SGVVWT4fAFI/AAAAAAAAAy0/zGFupVb1zok/s1600-h/DSC09453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPPyjJ1dDTg/SGVVWT4fAFI/AAAAAAAAAy0/zGFupVb1zok/s400/DSC09453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216669585161257042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And my face look so URGH... maybe I shud start using some facial products?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I look slightly slimmer? Is that a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FISH A FISHIE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I need to make a tribute to you le &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;FISH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week only hor, you can update your blog like hell, I memang&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'pui fook'&lt;/u&gt; you liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, but hor, maybe break up can change a person, but I can see some positive changes in you lo... Not good meh, 发奋图强, be hardworking to achieve your dream &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(but is that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; your dream?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Let's throw away the negativities)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You very similar to me of the past le... Last time when &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; fucker dumped me, I was like that, haha... But it doesn't matter now, living your life for sumone else is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FARKINGLY STUPID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... I'm gonna head my way to fame... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(if that's ever possible)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hor, your type of "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Mature man&lt;/span&gt;", I can guarantee you that's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER EXTREMELY IMPOSSIBLE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, guys' punya mouth very cibai smelly one, when love you can give you every promises that they can possibly think of, when they finish with you they can give you every &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;IDIOTIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;break-up statements which probably does not even need to use brains to think. They use &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Wait, wait,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I AM A GUY TOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rg
