<?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-337919863894405155</id><updated>2011-10-20T19:00:49.114+08:00</updated><category term='mirror'/><category term='glass'/><title type='text'>Olinko</title><subtitle type='html'>An Internet Douchebag.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337919863894405155.post-5778140819074791453</id><published>2010-04-03T11:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T11:31:39.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye...</title><content type='html'>Blog address has been changed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to leave the URL here... it's somewhere on the World Wide Web &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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;where only 140 words are allowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337919863894405155-5778140819074791453?l=ez-access.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/5778140819074791453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337919863894405155&amp;postID=5778140819074791453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/5778140819074791453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/5778140819074791453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/2010/04/bye.html' title='Bye...'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337919863894405155.post-3750602503398012420</id><published>2010-02-26T21:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:44:50.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't be bothered to colour code anything.</title><content type='html'>Hey Online peeps... It's been a while.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's officially over...  like a week ago. The past week was pretty dull, playing Aion. Watching Glee, watching Legend of The Seeker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I say watch, I mean re-watching it over and over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There really isn't much to blog about mainly because my life is that fantastic. The schedule is really simple...&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;Switch On Computer...  &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;...and throw in the breakfast, lunch and dinner mixture in to make the timetable look more exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, technically I don't take breakfast anymore because I wake up to lunch. My online timetable is more exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Switch On Computer... (wait a few minutes for the system to start-up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Start Up Aion... (a few minutes for the game to start-up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Log Into To Aion... choose the highest level character to play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to low level places and show off my prowess to the lowbies. (...because they care) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to opposing faction and get killed by lowbies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Restart and curse and swear at the lowbies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attempts to take revenge by going back to their area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get killed again. Rinse and Repeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLAME IT ON THE STUPID LAPTOP... Playing the game is like watching a really fast slideshow... that in English equates to massive headache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today wasn't really adventurous.  I just went out to collect stuff from school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to school, said Hi to some people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grab my crap, leave some bigger crap there for the cleaners to clear. I believe they can clear the cardboards that are stacked all the way up the cabinet even though they are all really old and frail and probably can't stretch all the way up because they might break every bone in their body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on the way back... I attempted to say Hi to some people by staring at them when I pass them to make them notice 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;But it's really awkward when they know I am there... but they just decide to stare straight into space... away from me. I don't usually stare straight when I am trying to avoid eye-contact... I just pretend I got an incoming text on my iPod Touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's more realistic that way, and it doesn't make me look like I have tunnel vision.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urgh... so annoying, I don't really say Hi to people I know... I just make it extremely awkward and avoid eye contact at all cost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I actually bother to say Hi and the person ignores me... I really want to put my hands around that person, strangle him or her and ask him or her to look me in the eye and wave back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En-route home after that wasted trip to school to collect some of the rubbish that was all gonna end up in a bin. I took the bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never understand how kids can run around inside and play Catch... I can't even balance myself on the bus when the bus is in motion much less run inside and chase some dumb kid who's dumb enough to actually play Tag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even play my iPod on the bus... I will get motion sickness and explosive vomit at everyone... my head will turn 360 and I will start taking a cross and stick it up my ass because Linda Blair did that... well she has something I don't so she stuck the cross somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's it... till next time when I actually have the energy to update. There goes my next few days worth of tweets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337919863894405155-3750602503398012420?l=ez-access.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/3750602503398012420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337919863894405155&amp;postID=3750602503398012420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/3750602503398012420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/3750602503398012420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-be-bothered-to-colour-code.html' title='I can&apos;t be bothered to colour code anything.'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337919863894405155.post-5228385048497590443</id><published>2010-01-29T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:56:35.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing the salad diet.</title><content type='html'>hello....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School was really dull today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being surrounded by a group of cliques talking amongst themselves and being stationed in the middle of all that while watching "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Legend Of The Seeker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" on my iPod. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real~&lt;/span&gt; exciting. That's my life in a nutshell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I find out that helping is not something I'm good at. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently the more I try to help someone... the more I get in their way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Let me help.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Unlucky Person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "It's fine... I can handle it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:"Awww... come'on. I will help."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unlucky Person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:"No no... I'm fine. Really. Thanks for offering to help."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:"No, I insist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unlucky Person: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;FOR &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;F*CK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SAKE...MOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&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;Yeah~ That's what I get for trying to be helpful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today pretty much suck ass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I got my reimbursement back so that's probably the only positive thing that happened today in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I had Salad at Carl's Jr for lunch which pretty much was a waste of money. &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;I have new found respect for girls who only have salad for breakfast, lunch and dinner because having a whole cabbage for every meal with is nuts.&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's blend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's full of water content so I got bloated real quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And it's blend.&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;I kinda felt a little self conscious eating that salad when my aim for this year is to gain weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course what I'm afraid of is people staring at me... an extra slim individual stuffing cabbage into his mouth and feeling full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can imagine all the people in the restaurant with weight issues staring at me and staring at their burger and thinking of passing it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337919863894405155-5228385048497590443?l=ez-access.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/5228385048497590443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337919863894405155&amp;postID=5228385048497590443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/5228385048497590443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/5228385048497590443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/2010/01/doing-salad-diet.html' title='Doing the salad diet.'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337919863894405155.post-7251627751498482282</id><published>2010-01-28T15:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:08:18.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Aight...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after much thought... I have come up with a few (2) new year resolution. A belated new year resolution which I would really like to follow through.&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Gain Weight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't remember when was the last time I said I wanted to gain weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was last year I think... I don't know. I can't confirm whether I did complete that resolution... because I didn't check my weight recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last time I checked... I was lighter then your Mum's left thigh.&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;Gaining weight is not so easy so I give fat people props. It takes skill to be able to gain weight... and to gain &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... that's something else.&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;So gaining weight is one of em... of course not to the point where I have to be rolled around on a lubricated floor to go from point A to point B... point A being a slimming center and point B being the hospital to have fats sucked out through every possible area where holes can be created.&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Stop dissing people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(unless they deserve it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;I believe that watching too much Kathy Griffin before my Poly started turned me into an asshole. I'm not even kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking shit about people I don't even know that well... like if some random lady stood at the MRT and had a big ass... I would say that she looks like something that I could ride on, like a horse because that ass is so big all you need is 2 more legs at the back and you'd get a stallion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I didn't think of that joke comment myself... a friend&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "~I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;me to make that comment up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who's a mean asshole? Who is?.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quit pointing your fingers at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a rhetorical question.&lt;/span&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;Something else that I use to do that I have stopped now is dissing someone in front of their face... while I'm hanging out with a group of friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a fine line between telling a joke and making people laugh... and just bringing someone down completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I crossed that line and built a house on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;bring someone down completely-ville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and stayed there for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes personal experience to know how much of an asshole one can be... and I know that now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is weird because I've met my fair share of them even before poly and only realise it after I become one myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I'm trying my best not to make snide comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna end here because if I carry on any longer it's gonna get serious and boring.. not saying that my resolution is a joke... well you get it. I hope.... because you're a smart smart person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: line-through;text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337919863894405155-7251627751498482282?l=ez-access.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/7251627751498482282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337919863894405155&amp;postID=7251627751498482282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/7251627751498482282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/7251627751498482282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-resolutions.html' title='Late Resolutions'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337919863894405155.post-915667939699040996</id><published>2010-01-15T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:44:15.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging for now.</title><content type='html'>Aighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to vlog a little a few days back... in my room. Alone when everyone else were busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird, speaking to the camera.... I felt extremely awkward after speaking for the first few seconds. And so I stopped... looked at the result and realise how anorexic looking I looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thin people are usually categorize as a group. Anyone's who tall and thin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey... that looks like you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me :"No~." *fake laugh* *cough* f*cker *cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get that a lot. In secondary school... I saw someone (let's called him Harry) whom I thought resembled one of my friend... let's call him John because I'm that creative with names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to John and the first thing John told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hey... that guy Harry looks like you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?... WHY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's as skinny as you...and also as tall as you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right... He's as tall as me and he's thin that's why I resemble him. Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://entimg.msn.com/i/filmfashion/PulpFiction_300x298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 298px;" src="http://entimg.msn.com/i/filmfashion/PulpFiction_300x298.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocaine and Heroine looks the same because they're both white.... that's what you call look like... and that's why Mia Wallace Overdosed because she sniffed the wrong one or whatever the term is called. Nose suck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... I don't look like Lindsay Lohan... stop calling me Lindsay and quit following me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will probably try vlogging next time. And my Youtube channel shall be called "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ChinkTryingTooHard&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bored... so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337919863894405155-915667939699040996?l=ez-access.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/915667939699040996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337919863894405155&amp;postID=915667939699040996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/915667939699040996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/915667939699040996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/2010/01/blogging-for-now.html' title='Blogging for now.'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337919863894405155.post-3586882292135464532</id><published>2010-01-05T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:21:20.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digression, School What's New.</title><content type='html'>Aighty Mate~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school started a week ago and writing this just made me realize how neglected this blog is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off the new term... the lecturers decided to reward me with 2 D+ for my work and I got 33% for my GEMS test. I kinda deserve the 33% because I kinda got rusty in studying. But that D+ was just a slap in the face.... up till now I'm still very bitter with that result. Partly because those that I thought were worse then me got better grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to get at least a B for the previous term. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm redesigning the whole shop over and over and over again. I did one during the weekdays... discuss a lot with the lecturers and scrapped the whole idea yesterday. So that's a good sign of my progression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday... Redesign for a few hours and then scrapped the whole idea. After staring at the computer and doing 3D renders all day... it really gets on my nerves when the program hangs midway through and I'm forced to close the application without saving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happened twice yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday... I can't even remember what I did today. Fuck. Sorry about the foul language.... it's the grades that's causing my sudden vulgarness. I'm also feeling very lethargic even after having a cup of coffee and currently having a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had 3 cups of tea today with only a single teabag. I'm a very Green person... I strongly believe in recycling.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm liking this safari font...  but for some reason after publishing this post it's gonna go back to boringness. Really have to stop digressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't feel like blogging anymore. Gosh...I'm really tempted to just start vlogging and quit blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337919863894405155-3586882292135464532?l=ez-access.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/3586882292135464532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337919863894405155&amp;postID=3586882292135464532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/3586882292135464532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/3586882292135464532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/2010/01/digression-school-whats-new.html' title='Digression, School What&apos;s New.'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337919863894405155.post-2948456684591275855</id><published>2009-12-31T12:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:26:37.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message</title><content type='html'>You know what's ironic.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A plagiarizer saying he hates Plagiarizers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No dude, you have to understand.... you can't hate your own people. Despite how deluded you are.&lt;/span&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;Although I'm not too sure as to whether or not they understand what I'm talking about since they are just copycats... and we all know that copycats can't think which is why they resort to copying other people's work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a simple logic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's not so fun to be on the receiving end of a plagiarizer... or is it giving. I think it's giving... well technically &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;IT'S STEALING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking and taking and taking... I sound like Chris Crocker in the Leave Britney Alone Video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All you do is take take take...!&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Chris Crocker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people are mean for the sake of being funny... some people are mean for the sake of trying to be funny but ends up being a prick. Toolbags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't mind if...&lt;/span&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;A person makes fun of me with a witty comment within a small circle of friends. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITTY COMMENT! &lt;/span&gt;Not outrightly insulting me like there's no tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you draw that picture... or did Leonardo Da Vinci use it to wipe his ass&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Insulting but okay... I can try to fake laugh it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh... that picture you drew, it's so ugly... Like your face~!&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -This is a insulting comment. Comments made only by assholes who think they are funny.&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I mind if...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A person makes fun of me with a joke that I heard before from other people or ... hmmm. Me? And then makes fun of me in front of a group of people that I am not even close to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;John : "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woah, why are you always so thin ah?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh... because I...&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;andy&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;harlie&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;rown: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah lor... Like stick like that right. Must be because always eat stick that's why so skinny&lt;/span&gt;. LOL!LOL!LOL!LOL!LOL!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to play along sometime... but there's a limit to how much shit I can take from that anus on your face you call a mouth.&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;I'm not social worker... I don't wanna hang out with mentally and physically challenged people WHO AREN'T  legally mentally and physically challenged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They should. Just saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can tell how much of a limit a person puts on his jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people after insulting, for example,your work will try to do some damage repair by telling you that they're joking and that your work looks great. (Lying in a good way... that should be legal in the Bible. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;And God Allows Feel Good Lies. Psalms 871.4.5&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when others try to join in, they &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the joker) &lt;/span&gt;will tell them to stop it.&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT &lt;/span&gt;there are Some &lt;s&gt;f*ckers&lt;/s&gt; people after insulting your work and notices that people are laughing will continue insulting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And then they will invite people to join in like some freaking Super Sweet 16 party. Gosh I feel like taking a hammer and really hammer these people's brains out. Rid the world of such douchebags  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337919863894405155-2948456684591275855?l=ez-access.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/2948456684591275855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337919863894405155&amp;postID=2948456684591275855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/2948456684591275855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/2948456684591275855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/2009/12/message.html' title='A Message'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337919863894405155.post-7040318378191796074</id><published>2009-12-17T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:10:57.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^  &lt;- Emoticon I learnt from playing Aion.</title><content type='html'>Having to enjoy the first week of my holidays in a workshop tearing apart and cleaning scrap metals isn't exactly my idea of a break.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, technically all I did was drill 2 screws and was only successful in drilling 1 out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember vividly taking the drill and pushing it against the screw... for 2 minutes, then my hand got sore... and after realising that the drill isn't really moving in.... &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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depression kicked in.&lt;/span&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;Screwing that damn screw out is like waiting for the cow to jump over the moon... you sit at your window... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiting&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Waiting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...for that damn cow to jump over the moon but the cow is just sitting at his corner eating that grass... and the longer you wait, the more annoyed you get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for the first 2 days... Everyone attempted at dismantling the whole scrap metal. And on the 3rd day... it's like Jesus resurrected and surprised everyone !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In came the handyman and within an hour he was able to ripped apart the scrap metal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I saw that... initial reaction was Happiness... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The Moon is finally low enough for the Cow to jump over... all he has to do is just walk past it&lt;/span&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;And then came the realisation that we wasted 2 whole days dismantling  something that could've been done aeons ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The cow is in the burger I'm eating... damn Carl's Jr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Why'd you have to be so awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh... and today I accidentally cut my finger... and I didn't put any plaster on the wound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HOW MAN AM I ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also I made the girls do all the dismantling of the scrap metals during the 2 days of wasted time.&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HOW MUCH MORE MAN AM I ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't judge me. I know you still live with your Mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's probably stupidity on my part for not putting plaster on the wound because it might get infected with metal and kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey...  I'm only human. That's enough reason for me to be stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what if I can heal faster then Wolverine... I'm not a freak. I'm not a freak!&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/337919863894405155-7040318378191796074?l=ez-access.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/7040318378191796074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337919863894405155&amp;postID=7040318378191796074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/7040318378191796074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/7040318378191796074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/2009/12/emoticon-i-learnt-from-playing-aion.html' title='^^  &lt;- Emoticon I learnt from playing Aion.'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337919863894405155.post-6063460907809881558</id><published>2009-12-13T23:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:36:52.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>90210...</title><content type='html'>The holiday's have started and the lecturers can really be a buzzkill on the last day of school.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You have to hand in the journal when school starts. Which means your holidays are essentially a time for you to catch up on your work that you should've done months ago but obviously,  you were too lazy screwing around with other kids your age and getting pregnant&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;Weird... I was actually thinking of my lecturer SAYING that passage in the accent that she speaks as I wrote that. Hmmmm~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technically she didn't say the last part... but I'd like to add it in to m ake my life sound really &lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;really interesting. &lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&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;Few days back I got a pleasant surprise after realising that 90210 did indeed have new episodes in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SyUKcCsm1pI/AAAAAAAAA6g/eaKu-WbrKE0/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SyUKcCsm1pI/AAAAAAAAA6g/eaKu-WbrKE0/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414745603859469970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is that product placement I see... ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oops...sorry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The words are blocking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The words are blocking this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SyUMs8_gH6I/AAAAAAAAA6o/lHtycO2wGfE/s1600-h/naomi-clark-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SyUMs8_gH6I/AAAAAAAAA6o/lHtycO2wGfE/s400/naomi-clark-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414748093409140642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Product Placement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love product placement, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's why I use "insert product name"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's awesome... and because IMDB lied to me... I missed 2 whole episodes and was able to watch both of it within a day. And also I send IMDB a letter telling them to head to their nearest church and ask for forgiveness because lying is a sin and you will go to hell for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what Anne Coulter told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SyUPDCRI4-I/AAAAAAAAA6w/W8667XlVaok/s1600-h/9s0v9vhe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SyUPDCRI4-I/AAAAAAAAA6w/W8667XlVaok/s400/9s0v9vhe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414750671805670370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She reminds me of Celine Dion for some odd reason.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I just offended Celine Dion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... I was on Twitter like a few weeks back. I saw on my list of tweets someone whom I didn't really recognised because I wasn't following her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much investigation... I realise it was the Annalynn McCord I was following... and she was a fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why people like such have no life whatsoever... they create fake account and post fake tweets on a daily basis just to get sufficient followers and then revert back to their original profile after gaining enough bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go through so much trouble for fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end people will unfollow because you're a fake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, the only people who will follow are those who are selling crap products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How did I get such smooth skin in 4 hours ? it's with the new product. www.britneysaliva.com. Get it now before Britney runs out of saliva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday...I started watching a Korean Drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://leizlmarie.blogsome.com/images/wife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 359px;" src="http://leizlmarie.blogsome.com/images/wife.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foreground Actress Expression :&lt;br /&gt;What the f*ck ?&lt;br /&gt;Background Actress Expression:&lt;br /&gt;You call that a "what the f*ck face"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love shows where there are too many bitches to handle. It's all thanks to Channel U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like Korean drama where one guys like this girl but this girl like this guy but then this guy likes the other guy and wants to marry a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless I think that show is pretty engrossing and like many other Korean dramas... this show has hundred over episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's shocking really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Koreans, a drama serial having 100 over episodes is a norm.. it's a must have otherwise the Aunties there will hang themselves with their kimchi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in Singapore, having hundred over episodes in a drama serial is a big deal and there's all this hype about it... in the end it's really just a piece of crap with rape scenes everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337919863894405155-6063460907809881558?l=ez-access.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/6063460907809881558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337919863894405155&amp;postID=6063460907809881558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/6063460907809881558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/6063460907809881558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/2009/12/90210.html' title='90210...'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SyUKcCsm1pI/AAAAAAAAA6g/eaKu-WbrKE0/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337919863894405155.post-7672162495850739486</id><published>2009-12-07T17:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:46:14.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airport Golf</title><content type='html'>Went to Changi Airport yesterday to pick my Mum up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theodora.com/wfb/photos/singapore/changi_airport_singapore_photo_min_of_info.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://www.theodora.com/wfb/photos/singapore/changi_airport_singapore_photo_min_of_info.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; think of golfing when I see this tower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then there's Crowne Plaza like next to that golf tower. With that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; freaking &lt;/span&gt;huge hole in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www-singapore.com/crowneplaza-changi-airport/images/location00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 200px;" src="http://www-singapore.com/crowneplaza-changi-airport/images/location00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where's the freaking Club?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Crowne Plaza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get it&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get it&lt;/span&gt;? Gosh you're stupid if you don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to know that the last time I went to the airport. It was to send someone off... I don't get send off because I have never been on a plane since Secondary 2 or 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The furthest I've been this few years is Malaysia, via a Bus that takes like 7 hours long. I'm just thankful I don't get motion sickness when I take the bus, which is awesome because that way, I won't start barfing and end up being just skin... even my bone's sick of being pretentious food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wow, you are so thin, it's like you only have skin and bones... where's all your fats ?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh no~ I have really really small bones, like really really small bones, like only 0.5mm thick bones. My arm consist of like 90% fats and 10% bones despite it being only 4cm thick.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people have never sat a plane before and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blah blah blah~&lt;/span&gt;  Well, they don't suffer more then people who have sat on a plane before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's another analogy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Houston is someone who smokes and take crack... a lot. Mr Carey is someone who doesn't. When Mr Houston stops taking drugs, who do you think has the worst time when they think of wanting to have a smoke and drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously Mr Houston &lt;s&gt;since Mr Carey is too fat to care and married someone a decade younger then him &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same same but not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So for lunch yesterday, my Sister thought it would be a good idea to eat Popeyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cenlamedia.com/alb/images/newsarticles/popeyesLogoLG2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 144px;" src="http://www.cenlamedia.com/alb/images/newsarticles/popeyesLogoLG2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicken &amp;amp; Biscuits....Hmm~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where's the spinach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thought it will be a pretty good place to dine since I've seen famous bloggers dining there all the time and camwhoring their asses off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After tasting the food there, I've come to this conclusion that the bloggers that always eat at Popeyes are all so stupid that their taste buds been completely destroyed to compensate for their lack of brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SxzQHX5u2pI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/GTx1s_KlBj8/s1600-h/DSC00352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SxzQHX5u2pI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/GTx1s_KlBj8/s400/DSC00352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412429677286316690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mmmmm~Leftovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit A - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's suppose to be Mash Potatoes and chicken pieces which I initially though were fried onions. And it was extremely salty for some reason... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CORRECTION!&lt;/span&gt; It stinks... because there's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;a LOT &lt;/span&gt;of butter inside. I'm actually thinking it's margarine because it just tasted really really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stinks and I had to go to the toilet and clean my mouth thoroughly with the toilet bowl water that someone forgot to flush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;h wait... I think I have a little something in my teeth... weird. It's looks like a hair. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit B -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a fast food outlet that sells&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...  that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; biscuit&lt;/span&gt; is extremely salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To them, biscuit has crusty exterior with a yellow and fluffy interior... wait,isn't that suppose to be the bread ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, isn't it fantastic, they spelled Bread as Biscuit. Once again it's salty and a little bit on the smelly side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Urgh~ Ecck~ &lt;/span&gt;If you like to eat butter or margarine a lot and want to get hypertension and die, be my guest and eat as much as you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing that their recipe requires 900 pieces of butter for every biscuit or bread and Mash Potato.  I don't know, it might require more... but 900 is the benchmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me how they squeeze 900 pieces of butter into a biscuit, I'm not a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the food at Popeyes pretty much suck ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've just lost interest in continuing this post any furthur... I'm at my limit. Vlogging would make life so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More talking less typing. It's a pity that 90% of the lifeless people who roam around Youtube are asses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eww.. you''re asian, why are your eyes so small?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you really from China?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Where's that accent from? You sound like a rapist"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am proud to say that I don't consist of that 90%  of people from Youtube... I'm that 10% who does absolutely nothing because we're too lazy to type anything&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/337919863894405155-7672162495850739486?l=ez-access.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/7672162495850739486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337919863894405155&amp;postID=7672162495850739486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/7672162495850739486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/7672162495850739486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/2009/12/airport-golf.html' title='Airport Golf'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SxzQHX5u2pI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/GTx1s_KlBj8/s72-c/DSC00352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337919863894405155.post-2910368033929420488</id><published>2009-12-04T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:59:37.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I was dying to blog in school earlier just now with my iPod Touch while waiting for the handyman Manny to come... but I guess even Apple products have their limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.babycenter.com/momformation/files/2009/04/handy-manny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://blogs.babycenter.com/momformation/files/2009/04/handy-manny.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unos, dos, tres, cuatro!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Obviously Manny failed his Maths ... there's more then 4 tools in his toolbag.&lt;br /&gt;What a toolbag, leaving out the other "less" important tools&lt;br /&gt;It's no wonder he's a handyman. Can't even count properly still try to count in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started at 8am today, I woke up at 8am today... and I reach school at approximately 9.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yeah~ &lt;/span&gt;That's right. Rebel? That's me... I'm so rebellious even the lecturers didn't dare ask why I was late...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; because they don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was pretty boring, handed in some of my works... talk talk talk... eat lunch. Go and sit for a test to fail it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't exactly the most honest person to take the test thanks to my handphone's web browser and Wikipedia. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I didn't say I cheated&lt;/span&gt;, don't anyhow assume... I simply did a little referencing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus it's a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; No &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to use Wikipedia and the teachers won't accept Wikipedia as a reference source... which means I need not tell them I use Wikipedia since they will reject that source anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test finished so I headed back to the Studio and waited for an hour... which was probably a bad waste of time. I mean like Hello~... I can waste my time better at home... Playing Aion~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SxjcJCzzkTI/AAAAAAAAA6I/pdIRacFCiB0/s1600-h/Aion0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SxjcJCzzkTI/AAAAAAAAA6I/pdIRacFCiB0/s400/Aion0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411317000216744242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello my flat chested Avatar.&lt;br /&gt;I always have a sense of regret after creating a character...&lt;br /&gt;This one is because of the flatness of her chest...It's a in game character, they should have naturally humongous boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Handyman was pretty useful, essentially the main concept of the design was scrapped off because apparently the glass will break if there's too many holes. It's like an old person's arm... you take a hammer to whack it and it will break into a million pieces... because of all the holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you can mix the crushed bones with water, drink it and &lt;s&gt;lie to&lt;/s&gt; tell yourself you will get healed off all your ailments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337919863894405155-2910368033929420488?l=ez-access.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/2910368033929420488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337919863894405155&amp;postID=2910368033929420488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/2910368033929420488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/2910368033929420488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/2009/12/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SxjcJCzzkTI/AAAAAAAAA6I/pdIRacFCiB0/s72-c/Aion0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337919863894405155.post-6091285063719911632</id><published>2009-12-03T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:45:09.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extensions = Pissed</title><content type='html'>Just found out that there's an extension to the current project that I am doing in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm pissed... it's completely unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed my time properly, I rushed to a printing shop 3 times to correct my drawings and even got a drenched in the rain earlier today so I can get the drawings out and I am told that there's extension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck do we have to accommodate those who have poor time management ? Oh the Bitterness is KILLING ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337919863894405155-6091285063719911632?l=ez-access.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/6091285063719911632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337919863894405155&amp;postID=6091285063719911632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/6091285063719911632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/6091285063719911632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/2009/12/extensions-pissed.html' title='Extensions = Pissed'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337919863894405155.post-8506913002390468532</id><published>2009-12-02T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:07:47.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Bombing...</title><content type='html'>I have truly experienced what it means to be bombing in front of an audience.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was extremely awkward and it's all thanks to the fact that half the audience were busy doing something else and not listening at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I blame the class for not paying attention... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it's not the fact that I speak too fast and nobody,including the lecture, understood what I was talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... it's the class and their short attention span. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not me~ &lt;/span&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;They were busy using their laptops taking notes... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;using &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... taking notes... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;using &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... taking notes... Give up on note taking  and so carry on playing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;So congratulations on getting the "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Fried Grilled Lack Of Attention Span&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" recipe in Restaurant City or whatever "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;" game that's in Facebook now...&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pet Society&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Restraunt City&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FarmVille&lt;/span&gt;".... What's next ?.... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Torture&lt;/span&gt;World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ? where all I do is torture people who play Facebook when I am presenting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the reason why I can never be a teacher... all the students will have their heads hanged in the classroom back board for interrupting the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey you... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOP TALKING OR I WILL&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; F*CK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; YOU UP!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confirm get fired on the first day... well I won't say F*CK to a Primary school kid... I mean &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duh~&lt;/span&gt;...I will go check the thesaurus and look for a more suitable word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hey you...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; STOP TALKING OR I WILL&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; SEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; YOU UP&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/s/sarah_jessica_parker-5714.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just get reminded of Jessica Sarah Parker... and she looks weird from this angle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you watch TV shows you should know why... and I mean American TV Shows.... not that crappy Nyonya crap where &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; the actors won an award because they were the only Channel 8 show airing on TV for the few hundred decades of episodes that they have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1st episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. they learn to make Nyona cakes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last epsiode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... they get raped and have a Nyonya cake stuff up their peesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the award ceremony they win an award for having a Nyona cake stuff up their peesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Hey you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... STOP TALKING OR I WILL HAVE &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SEXUAL INTERCOURSE&lt;/span&gt; WITH YOU!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That makes me sound like a pedophile... Hi Pee Wee... allow me to join your gang where we will watch kiddy porn forever.&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;It doesn't look like there's a better word for F*CK then f*ck because everything else is sexual... there's ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(77, 78, 81);   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;be intimate, &lt;a class="theColor" rel="nofollow" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/breed" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; color: rgb(77, 78, 81); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;breed&lt;/a&gt;, copulate, fool around, fornicate, fuck, go all the way, go to bed with, have sexual intercourse, have sexual relations,&lt;a class="theColor" rel="nofollow" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/lay" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; color: rgb(77, 78, 81); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;lay&lt;/a&gt;, make out, &lt;a class="theColor" rel="nofollow" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/mate" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; color: rgb(77, 78, 81); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;mate&lt;/a&gt;, procreate, &lt;a class="theColor" rel="nofollow" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/screw" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; color: rgb(77, 78, 81); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;screw&lt;/a&gt;, sleep together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(77, 78, 81);   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't use any of them on a kid... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thesaureus.reference.com is such a pervertic website... F*ck does not only mean sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't find any suitable word excpet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey you... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOP TALKING OR I WILL &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;SHINGZ &lt;/span&gt;YOU UP!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That sounds stupid... I will still use F*ck... just gotta get a special license to use that word around kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; That's&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; IF&lt;/span&gt; I go into teaching which I heavily doubt so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337919863894405155-8506913002390468532?l=ez-access.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/8506913002390468532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337919863894405155&amp;postID=8506913002390468532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/8506913002390468532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/8506913002390468532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/2009/12/epic-bombing.html' title='Epic Bombing...'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337919863894405155.post-192757481224451904</id><published>2009-11-28T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:05:43.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hint of Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>How annoying is the blog ?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's music playing in the background... but you can't stop it.&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; I think he's an awesome singer, John Mayer... that's my opinion so the song's gonna play whether you like it or not. Along with a hint of Taylor Swift, and I mean only a small hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SxEkzmSQlRI/AAAAAAAAA54/4Q4zjc_7nE0/s400/john-mayer-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Can You See Me ?" -Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like that sugar free chocolate cake that you eat... they say it's chocolate but all you really taste is butter and flour.&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;It's like Taylor Swift went up to John Mayer and said.... &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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If all you're gonna offer me is 40 cents, I am just gonna sing 2 lines in the song&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : "Look, how about I throw in let's say ...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; let me check my pock&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt;... Here we go~.... another 20 cents and a packet of cigarettes. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alright then, you are making me an offer I can't refuse... Lighter... you got any lighter ?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : " &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Urgh, crap... it's with my bitch Jennifer Anniston.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : "2 lines only then... Here! Take you stupid pack of cigarettes back."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have some pebbles in my pocket? I can maybe start a spark with that ?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : "Oh alright~ I will do back up singing as well since you are SOOOO desperate."&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;Deal made... that's what I think went down in the studio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Or maybe it was the other way round and Taylor Swift gave John Mayer a lock of Miley Cyrus maiden hair so that Taylor Swift can be in a song with John Mayer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's&lt;/span&gt; John Mayer~, he's not some Disney singing pop-nonsensation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Miley Cyrus... it's been a while Miley, Hi~.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Miley Cyrus thinks she is Oprah... she thinks everyone in the world knows her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You mean you don't recognize me? I'm Miley Cyrus !&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Was what she said when the waiter ask for her name...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No Miley~...Not everyone is the world knows you, there are some people left in the world that are that fortunate. People like the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Manager of Pop Burger on East 58th Street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SxEp7Jwe0FI/AAAAAAAAA6A/myUNDJdXuKk/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"F*ck Off Pop Burger!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wished it'd been more exciting... like she could've been more self absorbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Miley Cyrus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "You mean you don't recognize me ? I'm Miley Cyrus."&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lucky Bastard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : "Ummm... well good for you. "&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : "Suck my dick you motherf*cker, your daughter worships me and kisses the floor I walk on, your son sticks my poster on the wall and cuts a small hole in my poster mouth because that's as close as his stick will get to my mouth, your wife looks at me everyday and wishes she could be me and your Mama's so stupid she thinks Miley Cyrus is a goddess."&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lucky Bastard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Now who you are talking bout my Mama like that~... you punk ass emo bitch. You wanna piece of me you crazy ass bitch~!"&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Miley Cyru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "You &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I wanna piece of you...  you dumb ass. I don't even want your son, why would I want his older and saggier father. Enough talk......Mandy....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; ATTACK~!&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; " Yes Miley! *bark* bark*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Mandy will bite Pop Burger Manager's butt, he will get rabies... Miley will end up in a lawsuit for dissing Twilight. Well, by lawsuit I mean her getting ripped apart by the Twilight fans... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Team Edward will use their teeth to rip her apart to signify their vampire side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Team Jacob will tear her apart by asking Mandy to do it to signify the werewolf side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're a bunch of nutbags...  so everyone will just be let off for being psychologically unsound and Miley Cyrus will forever be remembered as... &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;Who's Miley Cyrus again ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337919863894405155-192757481224451904?l=ez-access.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/192757481224451904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337919863894405155&amp;postID=192757481224451904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/192757481224451904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/192757481224451904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/2009/11/hint-of-taylor-swift.html' title='A hint of Taylor Swift'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SxEkzmSQlRI/AAAAAAAAA54/4Q4zjc_7nE0/s72-c/john-mayer-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337919863894405155.post-5833311367642638780</id><published>2009-11-27T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:30:32.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while.....Hi</title><content type='html'>Now I have a Blogspot account, a WordPress account and a Tumblr account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After using all 3 of them, I have come to a conclusion... that I still prefer blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;WordPress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://en.flossmanuals.net/floss/publish/WordPress/rsrc/WordPress/Introduction/icon_big.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 310px;" src="http://en.flossmanuals.net/floss/publish/WordPress/rsrc/WordPress/Introduction/icon_big.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Personally I think WordPress is more for the advanced bloggers who know how to do CSSSSSS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(whatever the number of S is) &lt;/span&gt;and stuff... because they have lots of time to learn about HTML because they are boring boring people who enjoy looking at a bunch of letters that makes no sense at all to normal human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a normal human being, I am a socially awkward person who thinks home is where the heart is, and thus I hardly ever go out and my only BFF is my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that coming from me is really.... is really... just me being too lazy to learn anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/74/Tumblr-logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 52px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/74/Tumblr-logo.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used Tumblr and I thought it was a really platform for lazy bloggers. I log in and see all the Tumblr blogs, half of them hardly have any words... even if they do it's just really short phrases like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did a cartwheel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and when they DO blog alot... it will be a published with a single picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it will look like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----Tumblr Example----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/5077674/cartwheelL-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 405px;" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/5077674/cartwheelL-main_Full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     "I did a cartwheel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;----Tumblr Example----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's that simple... and truth to be told a little boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my Tweets have more words then that. It's not as if their vocabulary's that limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be fair, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;and to save my skin&lt;/span&gt;, of course not all the Tumblr blogs are like that, there are some with a fair amount of content... but 90% of the"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Tumblrets&lt;/span&gt;" are just bloggers who &lt;s&gt;are lazy&lt;/s&gt;  like it short and sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who use Tumblr so I will probably stop here... I don't want to incur their wrath. But if you use Tumblr, you have to admit that most of the people you follow like to have post with single sentences or just a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again maybe my friends just like following people who blogs like that... might be the reason why this blog's so dead now because no content is the new.... umm.... is the new trend ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Blogspot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt302/sak1b/website/blogspot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 272px;" src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt302/sak1b/website/blogspot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally blogspot... my favorite blog domain... hosting site whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogspot is where all the good, the bad and the ugly bloggers reside.  There are a few types of bloggers in blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs that talk about their boring life.... like how they took Bus 173 today and was in School on time for the 18th year in a row.  And how they had menses for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought I wasn't a virgin anymore because blood kept spilling and gushing out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs with tons of picture and boring content. All the Famous Singapore bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Got photo shoot today.. weather was like so hot lar! I was sweating like a cow... pictures below. Muackz XOXO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Insert all the pictures-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck if you are mobile surfing, your bill's gonna cough up a lot of data charges because usually these bimbos one shot throw all the dumb pictures inside and they will have boring captions like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"This is me and Lulu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Lulu taking a piece of paper from the floor...SO CHIO~ and artistic"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is me taking a dump... I dunno photoshop so I couldn't photoshop my buttocks out...Oops~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggers who blog in Engrish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today harhz, me and my bf went to school larhz... then I saw Principal LuZaiBo lehz. Stupid Principle pissed me offfffff soooooo much lahz yesterday. So darling and I went to LuZaiBo and pee on his botak hair. LOLZ! LOLZ! LOLZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I in detention, waiting for my darling. He went to court for damaging private property or something like that lorhz. Whateverz the lah... I very angry now because the Principle say want to give me public canning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can like that de? I girl le... a little pee only also angry... stupid Principal... if he dare to give me public canning... I pee on the stage... make the whole hall smelly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what other type there are... but you get the point. It's a really harmonious  combination.&lt;br /&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;Lately I've been getting really paranoid, I keep thinking that someone's been copying my style of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phrases or words that I keep using on this blog, I see it appear on that person's blog... a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s. Please don't ask for the blog link. There's a reason why I maintain a level of obscurity in the rant. I don't wanna be labeled as paranoid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No point begging because this time when I say don't ask, I really mean don't ask me.&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/337919863894405155-5833311367642638780?l=ez-access.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/5833311367642638780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337919863894405155&amp;postID=5833311367642638780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/5833311367642638780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/5833311367642638780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-whilehi.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.....Hi'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt302/sak1b/website/th_blogspot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337919863894405155.post-2298525844739363394</id><published>2009-11-25T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:54:11.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How boring !</title><content type='html'>An update on what's been happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. That's pretty much what's happening in my life so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337919863894405155-2298525844739363394?l=ez-access.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/2298525844739363394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337919863894405155&amp;postID=2298525844739363394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/2298525844739363394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/2298525844739363394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-boring.html' title='How boring !'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337919863894405155.post-6452621451320142972</id><published>2009-11-22T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:54:38.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Fish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Perspective&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.planetperplex.com/img/hogarth_false_perspective.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 441px;" src="http://www.planetperplex.com/img/hogarth_false_perspective.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perspective Drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did the guy do the perspective on purpose or was he drunk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imma gonna stick with the latter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I am to do perspective drawings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't do perspective drawings to save a life. So much for getting an "A".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I have nothing else to blog about. &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/337919863894405155-6452621451320142972?l=ez-access.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/6452621451320142972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337919863894405155&amp;postID=6452621451320142972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/6452621451320142972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/6452621451320142972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/2009/11/fish-fish.html' title='Fish Fish...'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337919863894405155.post-3962811766823970302</id><published>2009-11-19T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:54:38.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concept</title><content type='html'>SugarRush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SwVBvYSDKBI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Tga-i6OFYFY/s1600/IMG_0802+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SwVBvYSDKBI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Tga-i6OFYFY/s400/IMG_0802+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405799209955960850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glass Inspired.&lt;br /&gt;Jelly Store Concept.&lt;br /&gt;Concept Box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a concept for a store that sells Gelatin Desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SwVEtDrPkzI/AAAAAAAAA5M/7FySmgc1izk/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SwVEtDrPkzI/AAAAAAAAA5M/7FySmgc1izk/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405802468599632690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flickr.&lt;br /&gt;Photo Sharing.&lt;br /&gt;The "Sharing" part is not so true.&lt;br /&gt;Spaceball.gif anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mmmmm~ Jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wobbly~, Wobbly~....Firm! and Sweet!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little kids gotta watch out for a Sugar Rush, they go nuts and the shop will not be happy when the kid is too happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows which part of the shop the kids will run into... glass here, glass there glass everywhere, please direct the kid to the concrete walls Thank You Very Much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337919863894405155-3962811766823970302?l=ez-access.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/3962811766823970302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337919863894405155&amp;postID=3962811766823970302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/3962811766823970302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/3962811766823970302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/2009/11/concept.html' title='Concept'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOCmojYSwJI/SwVBvYSDKBI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Tga-i6OFYFY/s72-c/IMG_0802+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337919863894405155.post-6996056749909787661</id><published>2009-11-18T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:54:38.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfectly Lonely</title><content type='html'>BattleStudies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stltoday.com/blogzone/the-blender/files/2008/06/mayer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 270px;" src="http://www.stltoday.com/blogzone/the-blender/files/2008/06/mayer2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show a little love for John Mayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having his music playing in the background. I've always heard of him but never really heard his music until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know of him because he and Jennifer Anniston are lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know Jennifer Anniston because she's Brad Pitt's lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know Brad Pitt because he's Angelina Jolie's husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know Angelina Jolie because she kissed Winona Ryder (Girls Interrupted).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know Winona Ryder because she kissed Jennifer Anniston (Friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winona Ryder has kissed both of Brad Pitts' wives.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Both of them&lt;/span&gt;, you don't get that a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interrupted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;where all 3 of them will be in a room kissing and the film will come to an end when they get interrupted by a Nurse for medicine time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337919863894405155-6996056749909787661?l=ez-access.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/6996056749909787661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337919863894405155&amp;postID=6996056749909787661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/6996056749909787661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/6996056749909787661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/2009/11/perfectly-lonely.html' title='Perfectly Lonely'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337919863894405155.post-2984807026039911491</id><published>2009-11-18T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:54:38.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror'/><title type='text'>Interior Design Dairy</title><content type='html'>Glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media-2.web.britannica.com/eb-media/30/101230-004-1945D08D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 234px;" src="http://media-2.web.britannica.com/eb-media/30/101230-004-1945D08D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A multitude of mirrors equates to a multitude of bad luck. Time to push that annoying spoiled brat Audrey from Sweet 16 into that mirror. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.furniturestoreblog.com/images/glass%20stairs%20and%20interior%20design%20commercial%20offices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 275px;" src="http://www.furniturestoreblog.com/images/glass%20stairs%20and%20interior%20design%20commercial%20offices.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glass may look nice from afar, but if you are a chick with a miniskirt not wearing any panties, it's going to be an awesome view for me from below.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand how girls can walk around shopping malls wearing a short skirt without an underwear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; As if mini skirts weren't accessible enough, now you are even leaving your door open and letting wind in.  What if the wind is too strong and blows a rod into the house ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337919863894405155-2984807026039911491?l=ez-access.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/feeds/2984807026039911491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337919863894405155&amp;postID=2984807026039911491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/2984807026039911491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337919863894405155/posts/default/2984807026039911491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ez-access.blogspot.com/2009/11/interior-design-dairy.html' title='Interior Design Dairy'/><author><name>Ong-blivion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796620676169500552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
