<?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-5714726408612577946</id><updated>2012-02-13T05:03:14.567+08:00</updated><category term='dutchlady'/><category term='whitechocolate and popo'/><category term='again'/><category term='byebyeblackbird'/><category term='whitechocolate'/><category term='well its time for a hot shower now b4 fallin sick again.'/><category term='chocolateboy'/><category term='This train don&apos;t stop here anymore'/><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='whitechocolate and allicsirp'/><category term='whitechocolate again'/><title type='text'>we don't need to whisper</title><subtitle type='html'>spot-thatblog.blogspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-7590199992402490462</id><published>2011-09-14T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T02:36:25.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Caring Is Underrated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I eat late, maybe a bowl of noodle soup at one of the smaller restaurants on Gerrard Street, where they don’t mind if you ask for a table at four in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;You can pretty much eat any time you like in Chinatown. That’s what I have always liked about the Cantonese. They let you get on with your life. They don’t make rules. They just don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;There’s a lot to be said for not caring.&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;u&gt;not caring is very underrated&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Parsons' One For My Baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-7590199992402490462?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7590199992402490462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=7590199992402490462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/7590199992402490462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/7590199992402490462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-caring-is-underrated.html' title='Not Caring Is Underrated.'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-356937646734360842</id><published>2010-11-06T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T17:23:36.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Acquaintance of Feelings</title><content type='html'>a former flame i got to know in a camp four years ago. today i met her by chance after those years and learnt from her that shes already married and have a baby of 3 months old. &lt;br /&gt;learning that certainly did some somersaults inside. &lt;br /&gt;shes stil as beautiful as i knew if not more, now that she looks to have a natural woman touch to her.&lt;br /&gt;nothin bitter but am happy allthesame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-356937646734360842?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/356937646734360842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=356937646734360842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/356937646734360842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/356937646734360842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/acquaintance-of-feelings.html' title='Acquaintance of Feelings'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-3210914404439358754</id><published>2010-07-10T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T18:02:41.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Appreciative Glances Towards A Time Of Another</title><content type='html'>God forbid, and no lesser than a few touchwoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUZyFphrG3s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUZyFphrG3s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this to be played at my funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-3210914404439358754?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3210914404439358754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=3210914404439358754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3210914404439358754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3210914404439358754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/appreciative-glances-towards-time-of.html' title='Appreciative Glances Towards A Time Of Another'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-8787251124854940981</id><published>2010-06-21T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T05:44:35.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Joash Wee</title><content type='html'>someday, we'll know.&lt;br /&gt;90 miles outside Chicago &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop driving &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an answer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still on my mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who holds the stars up in the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is true love just once in a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the captain of the Titanic cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know if love can move a mountain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know why the sky is blue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know the way to Atlantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or what the wind says when she cries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speeding by the place that I met you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 97th time tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the stars crash in the sea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could ask God just one question &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you here with me tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know if love can move a mountain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know why the sky is blue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know why Samson loved Delilah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll go dancing on the moon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" you'll always be my best man "&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we all miss you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick misses you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rest In Peace Brother.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-8787251124854940981?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8787251124854940981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=8787251124854940981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/8787251124854940981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/8787251124854940981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/joash-wee.html' title='Joash Wee'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-5030767424681680525</id><published>2010-06-17T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T01:51:18.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Table Manners</title><content type='html'>girl across the table.&lt;br /&gt;i noticed.&lt;br /&gt;if you're trying to pull off that sexy stare/appreciate glances&amp;nbsp;at me.IF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls do not do so while your munching your food.....&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-5030767424681680525?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5030767424681680525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=5030767424681680525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5030767424681680525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5030767424681680525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/table-manners.html' title='Table Manners'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-1274543928458376101</id><published>2010-06-17T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T01:26:20.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>I Want to Rescue</title><content type='html'>you're lookin for a hero&lt;br /&gt;but that's just my old tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;tonight i swear id sell my soul to be a hero for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's gonna save you when the stars fall from your sky&lt;br /&gt;and whos gonna pull you in when the tide gets too high&lt;br /&gt;and when you turn off the lights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont lie &lt;br /&gt;I wish that I&lt;br /&gt;was that&amp;nbsp;superman tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-1274543928458376101?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1274543928458376101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=1274543928458376101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/1274543928458376101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/1274543928458376101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want-to-rescue.html' title='I Want to Rescue'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-7685726638459823545</id><published>2010-06-05T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T19:30:33.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Imprint</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i have a confession to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i go weak very.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;when i see a&amp;nbsp;lady/female/woman holds her hair up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;the sight of the back of the neckline in all its glory. (haha sounds really too much)\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*tremble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;it was subconscious all da while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;til a full realisation not long ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;like i said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i go physically&amp;nbsp;weak like that, its not funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;if theres a weakness/soft spot in me, dat could be it. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;actually this is pretty damn embarassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;anyone else feels anythin close anythin similar? or even the same at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/TAo0vZsafNI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ET_RU8Cqwq8/s1600/84486915.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="132" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/TAo0vZsafNI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ET_RU8Cqwq8/s200/84486915.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(right this is not the best example i can get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;but ill hav to make do with this illustration for now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-7685726638459823545?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7685726638459823545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=7685726638459823545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/7685726638459823545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/7685726638459823545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/imprint.html' title='Imprint'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/TAo0vZsafNI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ET_RU8Cqwq8/s72-c/84486915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-674839256884083669</id><published>2010-05-09T02:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T02:53:37.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>QotM, two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S-WxaW04tvI/AAAAAAAAAow/BGU8B2Mjg7w/s1600/25889_385023462694_626492694_4131549_1550128_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S-WxaW04tvI/AAAAAAAAAow/BGU8B2Mjg7w/s320/25889_385023462694_626492694_4131549_1550128_n.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;" The last one was a woman. Her dress had burned off her and there she was in her slip. She was burning like a candle. She seemed to look right at me at the end, and I seen her eyelids was on fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;When she fell down it was over "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;William Hanlon, on the fire at the Black Spot more than 20 years ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;" Maybe in the end it's the voice that tells the stories more than the stories themselves that matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Its his voice that I remember, certainly. My father's voice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mike Hanlon.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-674839256884083669?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/674839256884083669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=674839256884083669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/674839256884083669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/674839256884083669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/qotm-two.html' title='QotM, two.'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S-WxaW04tvI/AAAAAAAAAow/BGU8B2Mjg7w/s72-c/25889_385023462694_626492694_4131549_1550128_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-9003700519286564824</id><published>2010-04-14T01:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T11:51:54.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Atheist, the</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S8X9ZrlPeDI/AAAAAAAAAoo/JH_P4PudMxM/s1600/Trolls_and_Aliens_by_mrsdepp4eva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S8X9ZrlPeDI/AAAAAAAAAoo/JH_P4PudMxM/s200/Trolls_and_Aliens_by_mrsdepp4eva.jpg" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;People believe in God because the world is very complicated and they think it is unlikely that anything as complicated as a flying squirrel or the human eye or a brain could happen by chance. But they should think logically and if they thought because it has already happened and they exist. And there are billions of planets where there is no life, but there is no one on those planets with brains to notice. And it is like if everyone in the world was tossing coins eventually someone would get 5,698 heads in a row and they would think they were very special. But they wouldn't be because there would be millions of people who didn get 5,698 heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;And there is life on earth&amp;nbsp;because of an accident. but it is a very special kind of accident. and for this&amp;nbsp;accident to happen in this special wa, there have to be 3 conditions. and these are :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Things have to make copies of themselves ( this is called &lt;strong&gt;REPLI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CATION&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They have to make small mistakes when they do this ( this is called &lt;strong&gt;MUTATION&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;These mistakes have to be the same in their copies ( this is called &lt;strong&gt;HERITABILITY&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;and these conditions are very rare, but they are possible, and they cause life. and it jus hapens. but it doesnt have to end up with rhinoceros and human beings and whales. it could end up with anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;And for example, some people say how can an eye happen by accident? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;because an eye has to evolve from something else very&amp;nbsp;like an eye and it doesnt jus happen because of a genetic mistake, and what is the use of half an eye?&amp;nbsp;but half ana eye&amp;nbsp;is very useful because&amp;nbsp;half an eye means that an animal can see half of an animal that wants to eat it and get out of the way, and it will eat the&amp;nbsp;animal that only has a third of an eye or 49% of an eye instead because it hasnt got out of the way quick enough, and the animal that is eaten wont have babies because it is dead ( natural selection ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;And&amp;nbsp;people who believe in God think God has put human beings on earth because they think human beings are the best animal, but human beings are just an animal and they&amp;nbsp;will evolve into another animal, and that animal will be&amp;nbsp;cleverer and it will put human beigns into a zoo, like we put chimpanzees and gorillas into a zoo.&amp;nbsp;Or human beings will all catch a disease and die out or they will make too much pollution and kill themselves, and then there will&amp;nbsp;only be insects in the world and they will be the best animal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S8X9FD2n3sI/AAAAAAAAAog/U8QZ6C_akd4/s1600/if_you_believe___by_badraggled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S8X9FD2n3sI/AAAAAAAAAog/U8QZ6C_akd4/s320/if_you_believe___by_badraggled.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I bet and believe that alot of us out there, have had&amp;nbsp;this thought of, "&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are there all scientiest out there non-believers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?" and " &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if they are&amp;nbsp;established&amp;nbsp;people of science,&amp;nbsp;and they are believers, or born inherently to&amp;nbsp;believe, or to be a believer by the ways of their families they come from, it mus&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;pretty damn confusin n hard time for them when they are in sunday worship n services in church or during other time n places of different&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;worship."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;its da work of da kings n royalties to have a hold over the humans doings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God exists, then who&amp;nbsp;and which&amp;nbsp;god is the only real god? n theres a heaven,&amp;nbsp;n the heaven holds which religion of people? or are there&amp;nbsp;a number of different heavens that holds different people from different religion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and if theres only Christianity, wat happens to the ppl who blived in other&amp;nbsp;religions like Islam? ppl who live faithfully n rightfully to the words n&amp;nbsp;wisdom n teachings of their religion who has , in all their lives, been pure n done no crime, do they go to hell&amp;nbsp;in their afterlives&amp;nbsp; because they didn belive in Christianity?just because they didn believe in Christianity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;remember Da Vinci Code? it says this. n its where i am currently standin&amp;nbsp;on, too. there are no religion, no true God Deity nor religion. but&amp;nbsp;religion, the belief that theres a higher power out there lookin out over us n&amp;nbsp;ever justifyin always on every single thing we do in our living days makes one person leads his or her life better, as a better person. living by and off right guidelines.&amp;nbsp;as ironic as the fact that human's degree of belief in there is life after death gives them a comfort in heart. that not all&amp;nbsp;in his worthwhile life&amp;nbsp;just ends like that wif nothin to go by. or say his or her worthless life by her own view, that there will b another beginning for them. then why not religion?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Buddhism is a teaching, not so of a religion, there&amp;nbsp;are no deities or otherworldly being.&lt;br /&gt;so why not religion? ones that teaches every kid,boy,girl,man and woman to live right. live by codes and teachings to do things right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;however so therein thereafter not blind faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;believe and blind faith r different things altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;believin wholly by not questionin and to the extent of living an extremists in n out of ourselves by commiting acts that by sane n reasonable standards are morally/ethically wrong jus because they beliveed it is defined by the words of their religion is just wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;these acts n blind faith have never been justified, regardlessly by neither human being nor the believed rightful God or Deities. n they will never be justified.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;and there are those who are so dwelled into worrying not living right in the words of their Gods(footwashers), that by doing so to right his life out they turned it the wrong turn, un-right-in all the supposed right's. they live this way to the extent they suffocate the loved ones n their peers around them. is this how their Gods want them to live? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;and this here will be a very sad fact, n this under your discretion to take it in or not, but nevertheless it sticks out like a sore thumb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;the cruel fact, is that, stil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Religion killed more people than any natural disaster had ever did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;you cant deny that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;now this is not a question of whether there is a GOD above us or not, this is a question of, religion or religion not? the goodness in a religion outweighs the bad n the ugly n the horrible a religion brings, or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Be open, be ready, be ever ready to be open to accept the world n all those over thousands of hard facts and views, cold or hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;n then THINK. dont be blind and dont be blinded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2 cents worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-9003700519286564824?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9003700519286564824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=9003700519286564824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/9003700519286564824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/9003700519286564824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/atheist.html' title='Atheist, the'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S8X9ZrlPeDI/AAAAAAAAAoo/JH_P4PudMxM/s72-c/Trolls_and_Aliens_by_mrsdepp4eva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-4971846618676340267</id><published>2010-04-13T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T02:33:51.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Priscilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;she asked me a potential million dollar question tonight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;" you dont blog nowadays huh "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;guess ill carry these words to my sleep tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its pretty late now, well into midnight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Good night bland day: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-4971846618676340267?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4971846618676340267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=4971846618676340267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4971846618676340267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4971846618676340267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/priscilla.html' title='Priscilla'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-6991073512448008256</id><published>2010-03-18T04:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T05:09:51.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Midnight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" ..If there's a God out there, then I would hope he has more important things to attend to than my drinking scotch or eating pork... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baba, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;" .. There are just some kind of men who- who're so busy worrying about the next world they've never learned to live in this one.. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;( on footwashers-religious extremists on the afterlife)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Maudie Atkinson,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-6991073512448008256?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6991073512448008256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=6991073512448008256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/6991073512448008256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/6991073512448008256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/quote-of-midnight.html' title='Quote of the Midnight.'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-4727222432837741509</id><published>2010-03-18T04:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:15:52.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>The Black Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S6JRV8iOmEI/AAAAAAAAAoY/zPCRYDnY8mg/s1600-h/15733_218143842570_658767570_4226616_1990009_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S6JRV8iOmEI/AAAAAAAAAoY/zPCRYDnY8mg/s200/15733_218143842570_658767570_4226616_1990009_n.jpg" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Carly's racist little doll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am I the only one who finds European-American/Hollywood Horror movies to be a load of arse? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They all follow the same basic template, being gore, slasher, full with blood a must, rubbish plots, bad acting and generally unlikable characters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Half the time I find myself rooting for the axe-wielding psychopath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;= S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, one of da main points Im diggin out of these horror movies is that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know they are very predictable and I dont have to study Media in A-lvl to be able to put it into a drawing board on any horror movies who would die 1st, who would live, why they died and how. And I can tell you why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All that and No need for a Facebook application questionaire to tell u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lets break it down and c where we go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Big titted b*tch is always the first to go, me thinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nope, the black guy ALWAYS dies first. It's horror film 101.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So horror movies are inherently racist aswell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha yes, even horror movies are RACISTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;try tellin me otherwise, until then. go to this link below n open your eyes. 0.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blackhorrormovies.com/blackdeath.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.blackhorrormovies.com/blackdeath.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Big titted b*tch is always the first to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's the common 1. Also a woman wearing red, somebody in bare feet, teenage relationships in a parent's bedroom and a guy who says something sexually explicit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and of course, the black dude too, poor fella. it goes without saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OOHH and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Virgins 99.9% always survive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;true story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lame right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is directly one of the reasons why Hollywood are adaptin a more Asian horror ingredient approach to their Horror genre. Not even mentioning they have been buyin copyrights and licenses to those number of success proven household horror titles from the far east Asia. i.e The Ring, Grude etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good night racists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S6FAJ0JifEI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/zTKGKwtX2q0/s1600-h/Subconsciously_racist_by_alyhazzaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449707561456663618" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S6FAJ0JifEI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/zTKGKwtX2q0/s320/Subconsciously_racist_by_alyhazzaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 214px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S6FAJ0JifEI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/zTKGKwtX2q0/s1600-h/Subconsciously_racist_by_alyhazzaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S6FAJ0JifEI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/zTKGKwtX2q0/s1600-h/Subconsciously_racist_by_alyhazzaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!spot-that racism in this picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;god, not even mannequins are racists?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-4727222432837741509?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4727222432837741509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=4727222432837741509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4727222432837741509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4727222432837741509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/black-death.html' title='The Black Death'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S6JRV8iOmEI/AAAAAAAAAoY/zPCRYDnY8mg/s72-c/15733_218143842570_658767570_4226616_1990009_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-3935891632265401068</id><published>2010-03-16T04:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:56:27.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Prefacing the New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S5_OuVk4QLI/AAAAAAAAAoI/wwO545V_yqg/s1600-h/new_life_by_meppol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449301369602719922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S5_OuVk4QLI/AAAAAAAAAoI/wwO545V_yqg/s320/new_life_by_meppol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Letters, words, lines, geometry, boxes and shapes and colours breeds a new life in &lt;strong&gt;WDNTW&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So and here I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lla deepsdog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-3935891632265401068?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3935891632265401068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=3935891632265401068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3935891632265401068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3935891632265401068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/prefacing-new.html' title='Prefacing the New'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S5_OuVk4QLI/AAAAAAAAAoI/wwO545V_yqg/s72-c/new_life_by_meppol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-7455913433478831057</id><published>2010-03-09T23:20:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:30:29.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Christian Side Hug : WWHHATTT??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S5ZwLtZIZbI/AAAAAAAAAls/vM6QypmrrGU/s1600-h/4886d6e152100eb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446664145817068978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S5ZwLtZIZbI/AAAAAAAAAls/vM6QypmrrGU/s200/4886d6e152100eb2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Malaysian for all I have lived, I can boldy claim that many things ceases to amaze me now.&lt;br /&gt;A cause not helped by the fact that my dear country has always been foot-noted and tagged altogether in the sections of "Bizzare Stories" upfront of those international and world news columns every now and then on the internet and newspapers across world continents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(think bout our politics, judiciary, religion, or just about anythin you can think of the country, that have always been a joke, cant help it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this one here, apparently its a telling that this is by far one of the most ridiculous thing I have seen for a long while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Get your senses bewildered right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0daJoMRm1x4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0daJoMRm1x4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Christian Side Hug???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its wrong to have full-frontal hugs with another person because whattt?? Ill freaking get a boner/hard-on ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sexual urges nab us if we have front hugs they preach about lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But seriously, with all due respect to the believer of aforementioned religion out there, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NO pun intended. Im jus sayin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446666238585881906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S5ZyFhkGRTI/AAAAAAAAAl8/UJcmN6KstLQ/s200/Not_a_Christian_Side_Hug_by_WerewolfOfTheWater.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;not a christian side hug&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;However this is baffling really and im pretty sure most of the christians out there disagree wholeheartedly with them.&lt;br /&gt;They are no christians but extremist or wat u call as radicals really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S5ZyQY-gsTI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Z3fTqmVmClQ/s1600-h/Christian_Side_Hug_by_girafgiraf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446666425259307314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S5ZyQY-gsTI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Z3fTqmVmClQ/s200/Christian_Side_Hug_by_girafgiraf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446666708841071490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S5Zyg5ZrA4I/AAAAAAAAAmM/_lxR7S06_nE/s200/mr_e8f8b0a1f911e8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and, theres this one part in the song/rap where the christian rapper raps about being not ok to hav front hugs but somewhat ITS OKAY TO BEAT SOMEONE UP INTO A COMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"..... now stop! and listen. No front hugs and no kissing. I aint scared to call and tell ur momma and or youll be riding home in a coma..... "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha brilliant stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just inevitably reminds me again of a very vivid line I read from the book &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"..but sometimes the bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle in the hand of another.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S5ZzJM_bZ_I/AAAAAAAAAmU/LfisBnlYk6s/s1600-h/Christian_sidehug_by_Re_thinkYourLife.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 99px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 56px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446667401294473202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S5ZzJM_bZ_I/AAAAAAAAAmU/LfisBnlYk6s/s200/Christian_sidehug_by_Re_thinkYourLife.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-7455913433478831057?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7455913433478831057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=7455913433478831057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/7455913433478831057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/7455913433478831057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/christian-side-hug-wwhhattt_09.html' title='Christian Side Hug : WWHHATTT??'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S5ZwLtZIZbI/AAAAAAAAAls/vM6QypmrrGU/s72-c/4886d6e152100eb2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-1955395176064797186</id><published>2010-03-09T02:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T23:19:49.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Building Memorials</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-let-go.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-let-go.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the anniversary of your departure.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, as I have found out, that in chinese' culture this is called &lt;em&gt;jìchén (忌辰)&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;jìrì (忌日).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I know precisely what they mean. But I will now note that down in my book and my head for good : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been awhile I read them prayers for peace upon you.&lt;br /&gt;Probably as I lay down doin it again tonight I wouldn know exactly where to begin and where to end but I will do it nevertheless before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you know that me and the rest of the family still very much feel your sense of belonging to us.&lt;br /&gt;Memories of you and grandpa and also cousin brother live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446337529991166898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S5VHIKoAe7I/AAAAAAAAAlk/kMGW9GOCSXM/s320/bouquet-of-white-roses.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Your Loving Memory,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May everyone take comfort in knowing that on so many levels your hearts and influence live on for you have touched so many lives directly and indirectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will keep a picture of you in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For always. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;to show my utmost and heartfelt gratitude howsoever it ought to be an endless one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;quoted : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-let-go.html"&gt;http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-let-go.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets celebrate instead that they have lived than they are no longer around : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Love always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ah boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-1955395176064797186?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1955395176064797186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=1955395176064797186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/1955395176064797186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/1955395176064797186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/building-memorials.html' title='Building Memorials'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S5VHIKoAe7I/AAAAAAAAAlk/kMGW9GOCSXM/s72-c/bouquet-of-white-roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-5098958490483843096</id><published>2010-03-03T22:56:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T02:07:14.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>A Toast &amp; Many A Thousand of Cheers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S46-J4sWthI/AAAAAAAAAlE/RvOEVqr1gbk/s1600-h/IMG_1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444498076584031762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S46-J4sWthI/AAAAAAAAAlE/RvOEVqr1gbk/s320/IMG_1380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; *clinking sound of the wine glass*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Attention everyone, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(begins with cantonese dialect now)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; May I have the attention of all the attendees, just for a moment please? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good evening, to all the folks in this place together this evening. I'm gonna speak in english for i am not very good with expressful words in chinese. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;(breakin into english)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I personally myself have something to say to the groom and the bride, albeit more so to the groom in this speech im now about to give as to what we call as a toast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*clears throat* &lt;/em&gt;ahem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be honest, me and another friend did at first have some serious doubts as to whether or not delivering a toast for the couple tonight. Approximately a month ago, Chee Keen told me he wasn so sure on doin this because this may be unorthodox for a wedding dinner that would be very much of a traditional chinese one. I told him then that it was okay and that it is okay to be unorthodox at times because I chose to bet on the belief that this is akin to a once in a lifetime thing you get to do for a friend this much dear to you. a close friend, a best friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and most of all, we have got nothing to lose : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The groom is a friend of mine stretching way back to our secondary school St. Michael. We used to be in the same classes during form 4 and 5. How we got to know bout each other was pretty comedic and funny actually. I 1st heard bout Kokseng through Mun Ben when i was in form 2. Ben once storied to me hey dennis, "i have a friend who erm badmouthed you saying your so dark skin toned/siamese kid and skinny and ah biao looking and that um yet youve got a girlfriend." Right, a comment of anything but nice from him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Needless to say, we set off knowing each other on the wrong foot. I didn view him as any decent fellow after that. Well, how irony hits us huh? here we are now and Id like to think and say that on this day, we are close as any close friends can be. the rest in between was history : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well lets just take a look at him now, fast forward 8 years on and he scored the upper hand on all of us being the first one among us to graduate, got employed and gettin himself married!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, amidst preparations prior to the wedding, we all know how very much of pressure the groom's ought to shoulder and then there's the huge decision making, not to mention its all been made rather quickly n hurried. Wedding has also been akin to a crash-course one. But most of all, this wedding is a young marriage. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S469xiTYnHI/AAAAAAAAAk8/8BFB5yH3b2Q/s1600-h/sorry_about_that_by_cloud_room.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444497658256858226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S469xiTYnHI/AAAAAAAAAk8/8BFB5yH3b2Q/s200/sorry_about_that_by_cloud_room.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Between two, arguably, very young adults.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And yes it'll be no easy feat to sustain a quick marriage and life as how you see it will be totally different from now on. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But chances are they will find something else that the rest would not be able to find not able to recognise and not able to learn now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chances are that this will be a new equation, some thing different and whole anew awaits them, something they have yet to know, something that is so different to what I believe both of them thought they ought to encounter and experience at this point of their lives. But hold tight and firm, as it is by no means a journey to be dreaded upon. And once they have grown into and out of this phase of their lives, they will look back at it and say just these words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" I wouldnt want my life to have happened any other way than it is "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hold firm on my ground that this is my belief and I just know that it will happen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After all, is there any better bet than love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember, just as how our friend Keijoe has put it,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;There's No Early In Pursuing Happiness&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheers to Kei Joe for putting it brilliantly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight, I as a groomsman havent any gifts or souvenirs for my friend the groom, probably among us there are a few of us who did so. Reason for my omission in this, simply because he has already been given the best gift anyone or any power could ever give him, he has won it all by himself. He has got the most beautiful lady here tonight in the shape of his bride, Foo Chia Yin.! : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hereby look forward with everyone else to be together again, celebrating the 50th anniversary of your marriage. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To both the groom and the bride, CHEERS!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445922794895287730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S5PN7Z_vpbI/AAAAAAAAAlc/yYRH1LrjkVM/s200/17880_299812548749_694903749_3444209_5691527_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;My friends' (both of them are) wedding dinner was on the 7th of February 2010,&lt;br /&gt;a little less than a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a set of three toasts, each given apiece by none other than me myself, Chee Keen and Amchoon on that night itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Em....Okay.... hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;So......., thereafter, to the groom and the bride's misfortune ( : P ), i would say, these toasts didn quite happen. Don't get the wrong idea no, the dinner went well.evenin was splendid and would b a night to remember for the young couple. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Toast didn take place was well, it was just a case of mismatch of time and course of events. and ermm...also an aspect of cold feet actually, to b very honest hahaha. (yes i admit i did get freaked out in the end at the idea of speakin infront of everyone there) To put it in retrospect, the evening didn specifically have the Toast part as an agenda in the list. No they didn, because like i sed earlier this is more or less a Chinese-ly culture soaked, one wif all the orthodox normally assembled wedding dinner. We do not have toasts as to the westerners do. This, directly made our task somewhat harder to be achieved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;So me n my other 2 friends were actually waitin for the right time in for the kill. In spite of it, the "RIGHT" timing just seemingly didn come for us and the groom/bride was really sandwiched with the normal routine of goin aroun all the tables serving and greeting n toasting (yam sing) to friends, relatives, family and colleagues alike. In the end, one of the three of us needed to leave much early for he was to catch a bus back to Singapore. Well, nex thing we know was the dinners was well over and it was time to thank the guests at the door and we had to pack n take da few last pictures for the evening. big big pity really. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Make no mistake, at the end of the evening, it was really hard for me to stomach the fact that i was walkin back to my car knowin that the toast wasn read out to him and her. I prepared for it way back weeks and I was ready for the shot. In the end, it just kept on playin n repeatin in my head  " so thats it? its over??? " I think i can understand this feeling because we were all so tenacious in our efforts preparing for the wedding, busy here and thereabout and the whole month prior to it our minds were all on nothing but only the wedding. Then it just ended like that on that evening. And, sad also cos Im very well aware that these things dont come along every day in our lives and then again, every word I wrote on that piece of paper, I meant it as I say it. And you should think that, as a close friend, this is wat you can do for him and her. Dont know how the words spoken out right from the toast would make the couple's wedding feel any more or less memorable for them, but it is just pure and sincere that I really wana make it more memorable for them and I bet it is da same for both CheeKeen and Amchoon too ( not quite sure bout amchoon though hahaha).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Admittedly yes, it is a shame that it didn really happen. We didn mouth out to them that evening that we've got something to say. Subsequently, I have thought of doin so again at the grooms house the nex week, as coincidentally it was Chinese New Year n all of us would be back again meetin at his house for a gathering.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah n lightning strikes twice they say because we did meet up and just that u know, we were all busy gambling that none of us remembered bout the toast. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;And finally, it all comes down to here. My blog. very own &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;We Dont Need To Whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. its actualli pretty ironic right? That my blog's name is We dont need to whisper, akin to tellin us to say things out clear,breaking the barrier, breakin the ice instead n theres no need to keep things inside our chest. and then the writer of it, me, didn quite actuali do dat. I kept dat toast on that night all to myself up until this point hahaha. Bad bad, my bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Well, here it is and umm, its my part, my toast,&lt;br /&gt;to my dearest(yes dearest, not gay) friends Yap Kok Seng and Foo Chia Yin, the newly wed couple = ) I hope u get to read this here and although not so timely, but yea, its from me and it is from nowhere else other than the most inside of my heart. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S46_MLnVzWI/AAAAAAAAAlU/01p-u_0h4lY/s1600-h/ATT00006.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444499215534640482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S46_MLnVzWI/AAAAAAAAAlU/01p-u_0h4lY/s200/ATT00006.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;a little preview of whats gonna come at the middle of the year??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hahaha, somethin really cute here to remind us as well as the couple of wats to come soon. get ready uncles aunties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-5098958490483843096?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5098958490483843096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=5098958490483843096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5098958490483843096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5098958490483843096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/toast-many-thousand-of-cheers.html' title='A Toast &amp; Many A Thousand of Cheers.'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S46-J4sWthI/AAAAAAAAAlE/RvOEVqr1gbk/s72-c/IMG_1380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-615298854435721355</id><published>2010-03-03T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:24:42.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This train don&apos;t stop here anymore'/><title type='text'>God Must've Had Other Plans For Him/ Furnace Burning Overtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I think by now it goes without saying how much of an educator and a friend that I have missed knowing ever since I left that school. All the tributes, videos, and dedication and, of course, grief alike serves as a testimony to it. Take comfort in each passing day knowing you had experience days with him. God bless his soul may he rest in peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my former classmates of UK Degree Transfer Programme (Law) of HELP University College whom are together in this time of grief for the loss of a great friend and a great lecturer. Especially to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Lyiana&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Izzy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Nadira&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Qing Wei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Desmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S45gxHjA0yI/AAAAAAAAAk0/MbKZliugnkg/s1600-h/Istanbul__by_dreamcatcherX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444395396493267746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S45gxHjA0yI/AAAAAAAAAk0/MbKZliugnkg/s200/Istanbul__by_dreamcatcherX.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departed at approximately 7 pm, 01/03/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anantharajah Kathirasoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-615298854435721355?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/615298854435721355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=615298854435721355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/615298854435721355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/615298854435721355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-mustve-had-other-plans-for-him.html' title='God Must&apos;ve Had Other Plans For Him/ Furnace Burning Overtime'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S45gxHjA0yI/AAAAAAAAAk0/MbKZliugnkg/s72-c/Istanbul__by_dreamcatcherX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-5597838194238897796</id><published>2010-02-07T01:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T02:04:07.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Merseyside Derby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S22usFTEIvI/AAAAAAAAAks/PLXOKoHa1Ug/s1600-h/Sotirios-Kyrgiakos-Liverpool-Premier-League-P_2356283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435192397665673970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/S22usFTEIvI/AAAAAAAAAks/PLXOKoHa1Ug/s200/Sotirios-Kyrgiakos-Liverpool-Premier-League-P_2356283.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Post-match Interview with Liverpool's centre back Sotiro Krygriakos after his red card/dismissal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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;Interviewer: So, soto, why did you lunge into Fellani like that?&lt;br /&gt;Greek: Rafa said stop Afroman&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Yes, but he didn't mean to foul him&lt;br /&gt;Greek: I take him out&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: I can see that, he can't even walk now&lt;br /&gt;Greek: (Smiles), i stop Afroman&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: whatever makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Greek: THIS IS &lt;s&gt; ANFIELD &lt;/s&gt; SPARTA!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;LIVERPOOL 1-0 EVERTON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-5597838194238897796?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5597838194238897796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-3529648579599094340?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3529648579599094340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=3529648579599094340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3529648579599094340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3529648579599094340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/ever-so-patiently.html' title='Ever So Patiently'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-584040132693070601</id><published>2009-12-28T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T17:03:14.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Your Too Good For Jude Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;HAPPY     BIRTHDAYYYYYYY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Szhz2fsS2TI/AAAAAAAAAkU/B0E6rWlu1kM/s1600-h/edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Szhz2fsS2TI/AAAAAAAAAkU/B0E6rWlu1kM/s320/edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420209531597805874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TO SIENNA MILLER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and myself. : D&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahaha&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/5714726408612577946-584040132693070601?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Szhz2fsS2TI/AAAAAAAAAkU/B0E6rWlu1kM/s72-c/edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-2633076978116507317</id><published>2009-12-26T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:12:00.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>881228.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun believe in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-2633076978116507317?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2633076978116507317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-6823497889812028761</id><published>2009-12-22T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T02:17:39.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>If You Could Ask God Just One Question</title><content type='html'>what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;think,&lt;br /&gt;hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-6823497889812028761?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6823497889812028761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=6823497889812028761' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/6823497889812028761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/6823497889812028761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-could-ask-god-just-one-question.html' title='If You Could Ask God Just One Question'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-5410091264583736580</id><published>2009-12-09T02:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T02:41:06.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>The Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sx_vNCPtGfI/AAAAAAAAAkM/sFJwFKuUW9E/s1600-h/FinalsPeriodv2_by_LaBellez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413308284342704626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sx_vNCPtGfI/AAAAAAAAAkM/sFJwFKuUW9E/s200/FinalsPeriodv2_by_LaBellez.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We know out there, theres the lot that always wallow in self pity and think that its she/he against the world, huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;" -A lot of people feel like they're victims in life, and they often point to past events, perhaps growing up with an abusive parent or in a dysfunctional family. Most psychologists believe that about 85% of families are dysfunctional so all of a sudden. You're not so unique.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Jack Can Frell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;" -when you want to attract something into your life, make sure your actions dont contradict your desires.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;-" unless you fill yourself up first, you have nothing to give anybody. Tend to youorself first, attend to your joy 1st"-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;"- when you are feeling joy you dont have to even think about giving, it is a natural overflow-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;"-whether you think you can or you can't, either way you're right-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;"- whatever we think about and thank about we bring about-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;"-do you treat yourself the way you want others to treat you-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;" if you do just a little research, it is going to become evident to you that anyone that ever accomplished anything, did not know how they were going to do it. They only knew they were going to do it" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bob Proctor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I was in a way forced to read The Secret. My friend Kokseng should know all too well how this came about, haha. It was from a mentor/lawyer uncle/friend who gave me the book. n it was his anniversary gift from his wife ( I even saw a msg in da book written from the Missus to him err ). He reali love to read, so I actuali took pride in this cos sumthin that important n meaningful to him, he gave it to me n said words that goes " &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;swear to your grandmothers grave u would finish this book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(coincidently dat time aroun they jz passed away)". I guess I reali needed to read it then, albeit it reali took me sumtime to finish da readin coz I was well yeah lazy slacky (took 3 months).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, these are what I got from the read, The Secret. n its all I reali come to appreciate in my stride besides all the positivitiness you ougght to learn from the book. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Arthur and hope u ll have a lovely anniversary yet again the next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-5410091264583736580?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5410091264583736580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=5410091264583736580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5410091264583736580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5410091264583736580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/secret.html' title='The Secret'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sx_vNCPtGfI/AAAAAAAAAkM/sFJwFKuUW9E/s72-c/FinalsPeriodv2_by_LaBellez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-4205709127007028203</id><published>2009-12-07T17:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:01:07.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dennis Yuean&lt;br /&gt;Just took the quiz How should you de-stress? and got the result: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You Should Write in a Journal&lt;br /&gt;Part of what's stressing you out right now is not having all your thoughts sorted out. There's a lot of confusion and chaos going on, and you need to get a handle on it all. And there's no better way to do that than to start writing. At first your journal make not make sense to you, but that's okay. Just writing things down will help you. Over time, you'll find that it's great to have an outlet to think, vent, and dream without judgment. Just make sure to put a lock on that journal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday at 03:59 via How should you de-stress? · Comment · Like · Take Quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha well, wat do u know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;we dont need to whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fb can be quite right at times I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;currently listenin to : &lt;strong&gt;Chances&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Five for Fighting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-4205709127007028203?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4205709127007028203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=4205709127007028203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4205709127007028203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4205709127007028203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/dennis-yuean-just-took-quiz-how-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-3545979120417347732</id><published>2009-12-05T21:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T02:42:25.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Alias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just found out that Carrie Underwood looked so unlike herself in this new album cover of PLAY ON.&lt;br /&gt;didn recognise her at 1st glance, to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411749379978232514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SxplY28LAsI/AAAAAAAAAkE/OmaDtnz7iwQ/s200/Carrie-Underwood-Play-On.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And by sayin that she look so different from her usual self here,  by no means she is ugly. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because shes soo &lt;s&gt;fkin &lt;/s&gt;pretty here (my discretion). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh and p/s: im fuckin sick and tired of Lady Gaga already. jesus christ theres too much of her nowadays its annoyin. she gotta lay low forawhile like every big celebrity does right after they had their purple patch. shut up la for now pukiface&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-3545979120417347732?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3545979120417347732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=3545979120417347732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3545979120417347732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3545979120417347732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/alias.html' title='Alias'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SxplY28LAsI/AAAAAAAAAkE/OmaDtnz7iwQ/s72-c/Carrie-Underwood-Play-On.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-6095193384107394716</id><published>2009-12-05T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T02:39:32.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Sailors Never Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sxpk4k6OsiI/AAAAAAAAAj8/YgL-xXs0yOs/s1600-h/_______the_roof_over_China_by_foureyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411748825382433314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sxpk4k6OsiI/AAAAAAAAAj8/YgL-xXs0yOs/s200/_______the_roof_over_China_by_foureyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because they know the weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;or is it because most of them carry STD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-6095193384107394716?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6095193384107394716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=6095193384107394716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/6095193384107394716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/6095193384107394716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/sailors-never-love.html' title='Sailors Never Love'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sxpk4k6OsiI/AAAAAAAAAj8/YgL-xXs0yOs/s72-c/_______the_roof_over_China_by_foureyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-2223721145222028344</id><published>2009-12-01T23:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:35:16.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Mystery Builder</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You come out at night&lt;br /&gt;That's when the energy comes&lt;br /&gt;And the dark side's light&lt;br /&gt;And the vampires roam&lt;br /&gt;You strut your rasta wear&lt;br /&gt;And your suicide poem&lt;br /&gt;And a cross from a faith that died&lt;br /&gt;Before Jesus came&lt;br /&gt;You're building a mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You live in a church&lt;br /&gt;Where you sleep with voodoo dolls&lt;br /&gt;And you won't give up the search&lt;br /&gt;For the ghosts in the halls&lt;br /&gt;You wear sandals in the snow&lt;br /&gt;And a smile that won't wash away&lt;br /&gt;Can you look out the window&lt;br /&gt;Without your shadow getting in the way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;With an edge and charm&lt;br /&gt;but so careful&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You woke up screaming aloud&lt;br /&gt;A prayer from your secret god&lt;br /&gt;You feed off our fears&lt;br /&gt;And hold back your tears, oh&lt;br /&gt;Give us a tantrum&lt;br /&gt;And a know it all grin&lt;br /&gt;Just when we need one&lt;br /&gt;When the evening's thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You're a beautiful&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful fucked up man&lt;br /&gt;You're setting up your&lt;br /&gt;Razor wire shrine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Holding on and holding it in&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you're working &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SxU3S8qHrjI/AAAAAAAAAj0/QnHdphZEIKQ/s1600/Drums_by_littlemissmelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410291326015483442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SxU3S8qHrjI/AAAAAAAAAj0/QnHdphZEIKQ/s200/Drums_by_littlemissmelly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building a mystery&lt;br /&gt;And choosing so carefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yeah you're working&lt;br /&gt;Building a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Holding on and holding it in&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you're working&lt;br /&gt;Building a mystery&lt;br /&gt;And choosing so carefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You're building a mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Building A Mystery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah Mclachlan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beautiful song. I had this sum years ago then I lost it. But I rem it again ytdy n dl-ed it. Fell in for it 2nd time. While I was tryin to get into sleep last night and I was listenin to this, a question begs the answer came to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why haven any, at least not in my acknowledge, rock acts make a cover version of this with heavier guitar plays in it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its fits perfectly to the personas nowadays wit its dark n vampiric lyrics (think twilight - Death Cab) and the elements of goth n all is in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time After Time covered by Quietdrive got so good it arguably surpassed Cyndi Laupers household hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haven they found this out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I guess thats a mystery. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-2223721145222028344?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2223721145222028344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=2223721145222028344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/2223721145222028344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/2223721145222028344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/mystery-builder.html' title='Mystery Builder'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SxU3S8qHrjI/AAAAAAAAAj0/QnHdphZEIKQ/s72-c/Drums_by_littlemissmelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-3930295849997213976</id><published>2009-11-29T15:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T04:19:38.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Arsenal</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a liverpool fan I am, but also, I do have a soft spot for arsenal, arsenal are never going to beat a team like chelsea or Man U,if they continue to play like they did today,u need a little bit of Physical power to play in england and arsenal r definetely lacking in dt department. yes who could ever deny Arsenal's beautiful brand of football. But beautiful and passing football clashes with grit n strong football, it needs a that more than jus passing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-3930295849997213976?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3930295849997213976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=3930295849997213976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3930295849997213976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3930295849997213976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/arsenal.html' title='Arsenal'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-3302110984396353660</id><published>2009-11-27T02:32:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:47:08.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Soulja Boy Jus Called Me And Kissed Me Thru The Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sw7UqhdO3_I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HIorcPP-pAU/s1600/Fine_Dining_by_vert_is_ninja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408494029519118322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sw7UqhdO3_I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HIorcPP-pAU/s200/Fine_Dining_by_vert_is_ninja.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. now.&lt;br /&gt;erm.&lt;br /&gt;I got somethin to update on tonight.&lt;br /&gt;yea, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, this idea of a post clashed with the night, well a fren of mine, askd me to update.&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly on par wif her idea of an update though, as she askd me to do one on her hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But in all honesty, ive rather be doin one on her than to be doin wat im about to write in moments space of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, rubbish aside now.&lt;br /&gt;Ive been gettin calls.&lt;br /&gt;Im gettin calls.&lt;br /&gt;Im gettin a notion that I, (ok I reali dun blive im sayin this n I hate i to b in this situation)&lt;br /&gt;gettin calls from a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;sexstarvedimbecile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;" ........ ( dots mean silence) ............................ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh.....................&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uhhh&lt;/span&gt;.............. (moans and pauses repeatedly).............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................................"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jz when we start to give the thought of its a girl on the other receiving end of the line in, no, its not.&lt;br /&gt;Its a freakin hot blooded man. and i think he's highly likely a foreigner from da sound of it.&lt;br /&gt;It started ytdy mornin whereby I woke up to my fone displayin a misscalled from this particular number last night at bout 3am. I was stil deep in slumber then. So naturally like I do I texted the number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" This is ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later it didn take long for this person to call back. 1st and the 2nd time I askd numerous times to him who he was and well, to no fruitation. no voice silence n da 3rd time around all i heard after long pauses was those moans he gave out which of course. fucks da shit n knocks da sense outta me. fuckin gay ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that night he made like bout 5 6 more calls which i gave to my 2 frens to pick it up. one of em seemingly love da idea of playin it along wif da caller so he did da same horny moans to him n the other scolded the caller.&lt;br /&gt;da rest of da calls, hmm , i jz left it on after i picked it up n did nothin to it. carried on wif my life. he hung up by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets jz, heres to hopin he would stop makin these calls.&lt;br /&gt;POINT IS: im fuckin annoyed by this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like im in a mirror situation to da case of R v Ireland, Burstow.&lt;br /&gt;Im in da middle of a common assault.&lt;br /&gt;silence do amount to assault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sw7Uq_sKGyI/AAAAAAAAAjs/nv60N10DMaI/s1600/Getting_Ready_by_loonylucifer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408494037634784034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sw7Uq_sKGyI/AAAAAAAAAjs/nv60N10DMaI/s200/Getting_Ready_by_loonylucifer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;br /&gt;fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Im already geared up with da plan of placing da fone next to my speakers with those ghost screamin videos on wif high volume da nex time he calls &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt; im not into phone sex, just for the record.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-3302110984396353660?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3302110984396353660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=3302110984396353660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3302110984396353660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3302110984396353660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-missed-call.html' title='Soulja Boy Jus Called Me And Kissed Me Thru The Phone'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sw7UqhdO3_I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HIorcPP-pAU/s72-c/Fine_Dining_by_vert_is_ninja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-5576895758462480354</id><published>2009-11-25T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T01:39:40.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no one cares bout cliches' anymore rite?&lt;br /&gt;we jus do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;                                                                                                     huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-5576895758462480354?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5576895758462480354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=5576895758462480354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5576895758462480354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5576895758462480354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-one-cares-bout-cliches-anymore-rite.html' title=''/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-7321905975862171325</id><published>2009-11-23T15:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T01:09:53.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='byebyeblackbird'/><title type='text'>Road Rage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwwYRkEn-bI/AAAAAAAAAjc/NdP6VlBLPBM/s1600/cars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407723942585039282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwwYRkEn-bI/AAAAAAAAAjc/NdP6VlBLPBM/s200/cars.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To all my friends who revel at the thrill of speed.&lt;br /&gt;And engulf themselves so much in the screeching sound of tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, theres a story. Hopefully this can serve as a reminder for all of us that all, shall, be more responsible on the road and do not abuse our wheels.&lt;br /&gt;Do read on, pls. be my guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ROAD RAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" Western PA has quite a few ghost stories and legends surrounding it; the steel city saw more than its share of mysterious goings-on over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I married recently and moved to the Pittsburgh area to be closer to work. I hate driving and traffic and the like, so it was welcome change to live closer. I'm a self-professed aggressive driver. At least, I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road on which I travel to go to work would immediately bring to mind haunting imagery; a dark, twisting road in the thick of a well-forested area. So it came as no surprise to me when I learned from one of the locals of a legend circulating about that road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to be that I was heading into work early (as I often do, as Pittsburgh traffic is crazy). It was dark out yet; cloudy, no moon, and extremely quiet. I'd had a strange feeling since I'd woken up that morning...like the feeling you get right after you've seen a great horror movie; you know it's fiction...but you still avoid mirrors for awhile just in case there really IS something there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed out and arrived at the road in short order. This road is a two-lane one way road, so there is no oncoming traffic for the stretch of it. Since it was early, I decided to keep towards the center of the road. Deer abound in this part of town, and I had no desire to hit one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really dark and some fog had gathered. I put on my high beams so I could see a little better. I heard a car somewhere behind me, but couldn't follow it because of the bends and the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind was blowing and the fog seemed to be getting thicker. Ahead of me, I noticed some taillights. I shut off my high beams and slowed down, so as not to startle the car in front of me. Suddenly there was a squeal and tires peeling, from somewhere behind me. I looked in my mirror and saw a car flying like a bat out of hell. It was in the left lane (I was in the right) and it flew past me. I blew my horn to warn the car in front of me, but it was too late. Tires screeched as the speeding car smashed into the car in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a horrifying sound. The car in front of me rammed into a tree, and the speeding car spun around it and crashed into another tree somewhere ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road was too narrow to stop on. I drove past a little ways, to a point where I could stop, and rushed back. As I ran towards the crash, I heard the sickening sound of a horn, blowing constantly. I grew worried and doubled my pace. By the time I arrived, the horn had stopped. I headed to where the cars went off the road...but nothing was there. Not a trace of them. At first I thought they'd driven off; that the crash wasn't bad. But I hadn't seen them drive by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked to the road where they first went off. There were skid marks, but they were faint; as if they were years old. What's more, the guardrail that they'd crashed through was intact; it looked almost brand new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was terrified beyond the capacity for words, and I felt like the forest was going to suffocate me. I turned around to head back to my car and nearly tripped over something. I saw what it was; a small plaque affixed to a stone, facing the road. I'd never noticed it before. The inscription read:&lt;br /&gt;"In loving memory of the three lives lost the morning of July 6, 1998. May it serve as a warning to those suffering from Road Rage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran back to my car and never looked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only a few months later that I recounted my tail to a friend in a neighbouring condo. Our buildings all have private, outdoor entrances, and we ran into each other coming home from work. I asked him if he knew anything about an accident about 2 years ago on that road. He invited me in for a drink and I relayed my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He listened intently. I thought he would think I was nuts, but when I finished, he spoke softly and understandingly. He told me that a mother was taking her little girl to school on that road on the morning of July 6, 1998 when an angry driver, who had taken the road as an alternative to the morning traffic rush, sped by and hit their car. The mother and her little girl died instantly. The driver was hospitalized for a few weeks and released. He admitted that he suffered from Road Rage, and could not take the main street traffic; that's why he went the back way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the one-year anniversary of the accident, his car and body were found, at the spot where the ladies' car had been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new guardrail was constructed in honour of the three lives lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hardly believe this story, as it seems to have fit what happened to me perfectly. I asked him why I had never seen these things before. He told me that, as the legend has it, the tragedy is only revealed to those in danger of repeating it. Needless to say, I have never once since that day driven aggressively or angrily. It's just not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes late at night or early in the morning when I get up I can still hear the screeching tires on the nearby road. I can still hear the explosion, the horn. I often wonder how many others in our community can hear it too... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted from: PA, USA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-7321905975862171325?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7321905975862171325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=7321905975862171325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/7321905975862171325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/7321905975862171325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/road-rage.html' title='Road Rage'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwwYRkEn-bI/AAAAAAAAAjc/NdP6VlBLPBM/s72-c/cars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-5106816589982283443</id><published>2009-11-21T23:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:00:53.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='byebyeblackbird'/><title type='text'>Soul Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwlCGlX8FdI/AAAAAAAAAjU/0toZ6LPN6Gk/s1600/soul_search_by_ilsung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406925508514158034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwlCGlX8FdI/AAAAAAAAAjU/0toZ6LPN6Gk/s320/soul_search_by_ilsung.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kerry, I hope u sees this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cos Im dedicating this to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are some certain things n certain songs that when we come across again, it reminds u of some ppl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, everytime I listen to this song you jus inevitably springs to my mind. just like that. You became like a permanent fixture in the song to my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;perhaps its bcos wat the songs sings about, are wat ive been tryin to say to u all along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just that, really I dont know how to convey them out in words to u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I may be no good at sayin things to u now, but I think I know how bad it is to go thru wat u r goin thru now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wanna give &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" Save You " by Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when u do read this entry of mine, n when u finally listen to this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;go find out bout its lyrics n content. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today, I found out that Im in need of some serious &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;soul-searching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so maybe after listening to that song, you can do some for ur own too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-5106816589982283443?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5106816589982283443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=5106816589982283443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5106816589982283443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5106816589982283443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/soul-search.html' title='Soul Search'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwlCGlX8FdI/AAAAAAAAAjU/0toZ6LPN6Gk/s72-c/soul_search_by_ilsung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-723839449947484221</id><published>2009-11-20T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T12:36:16.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='byebyeblackbird'/><title type='text'>the End of Second Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;she was never reali ever there all the time.&lt;br /&gt;but mayb that would be for the better.&lt;br /&gt;coz i wouldn know wat to do if she was there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-723839449947484221?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/723839449947484221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=723839449947484221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/723839449947484221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/723839449947484221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-was-never-reali-ever-there-all-time.html' title='the End of Second Coming'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-1793908899927664127</id><published>2009-11-19T22:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T02:29:12.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Shemale In Your Closet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;u know I learnt and hear from places n ppl that chinese songs r very beautiful in the sense that they focus more on da lyrics n the meanin in it. and that the alot of those english songs emanating around us are jz made to ryhme n how danceable it can be made out to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;50/50&lt;/span&gt; for me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on the chinese songs meaningful lyrics part. eventhough i dun understand them, ( but i have alwiz in my mind thought that the chinese,mandarin, is the most beautiful and delicate language of all kinds it alwiz sounds less rough than the others and u dun find a few vulgarity in it really ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;umteen times i have been told from alot of ppl whether close frens or forums that jay chous songs hav reali meaningful beautiful lyrics like cai hong qi li xiang blabla. &lt;s&gt;well hes the only chinese artist i reali listen to after all &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the thing is bout chinese songs r that they only have mostly those sad love soppy songs  zzzzzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;elsewhere in btween, on the english songs . not entirely true that they dont hav lyrics that make sense. thats y i mostly listen to alternative genre coz its totally diff from the likes current hiphop rnb and pop coz they usually jz want u to dance to it and make da tune be easy on ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwZvoXyBQWI/AAAAAAAAAjM/aNOeS86rygs/s1600/shakira_she_wolf_20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406131142074122594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwZvoXyBQWI/AAAAAAAAAjM/aNOeS86rygs/s200/shakira_she_wolf_20092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of late, I really liked, note LIKED, that Shewolf song from Shakira at 1st when it jus came out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i liked how it sounded. its catchy yea.n i dun even nit to mention how hot that colombian songstress is. but as time passes, as i got to make out wat the lyrics r all about i find it ....really stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blatantly stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" .... theres a shewolf in dsguise, COMIN OUT COMIN OUT COMIN OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theres a shewolf in your closet, open up and set her free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theres a shewolf in ur closet, let it out so it can breathe , ( gaspin for air sounds )..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WTF? let it out so it can breathe &lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fkin brilliant piece of ingenius stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405827046516607570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwVbDrjSSlI/AAAAAAAAAjE/pKWhwEK8w1c/s200/Puzzled_by_ChrissieCool.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-1793908899927664127?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwZvoXyBQWI/AAAAAAAAAjM/aNOeS86rygs/s72-c/shakira_she_wolf_20092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-5786643138396260095</id><published>2009-11-18T03:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:45:33.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Shane Dawson in Flaws.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8Cd4iG73ak&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8Cd4iG73ak&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hate yourself?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;flaws overfloodin ? wish you could outdo some part of yourself huh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hair dat looks like armpit, fat, small boobs, outcasts alike.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Learn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;"imperfection is the new perfection."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;everyone has those days, everyones got sumthin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;even the Jonas Sisters. &lt;s&gt;their eyebrows &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kurt Cobain, Nirvana :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;" tryin to be someone else is a waste of yourself. but feel free to shoot yourself in the head. that is not waste "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;really. check it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-5786643138396260095?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5786643138396260095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=5786643138396260095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5786643138396260095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5786643138396260095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/shane-dawson-in-flaws.html' title='Shane Dawson in Flaws.'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-3663843820811828936</id><published>2009-11-18T02:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T02:34:36.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Unwell Not Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hahah sick d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dai sei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwLsl0MM89I/AAAAAAAAAi8/oevhwvXHED8/s1600/Cough_Cough_by_Clavis_Salomonis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405142637207155666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwLsl0MM89I/AAAAAAAAAi8/oevhwvXHED8/s200/Cough_Cough_by_Clavis_Salomonis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T_t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-3663843820811828936?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3663843820811828936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=3663843820811828936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3663843820811828936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3663843820811828936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/unwell-not-crazy.html' title='Unwell Not Crazy'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwLsl0MM89I/AAAAAAAAAi8/oevhwvXHED8/s72-c/Cough_Cough_by_Clavis_Salomonis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-8515468964348548187</id><published>2009-11-16T16:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:47:01.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='well its time for a hot shower now b4 fallin sick again.'/><title type='text'>Kiss the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someone told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he was, for a few days or even mayb to a few weeks in a row, so constantly caught under the rain, in the rain, at rain. name it anyway you want. it was rain and rain n rain no less nothing more whatsoever. rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He was so caught up with rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was one of those rainy days. albeit it being overdue past october which was supposed to be the monsoon change season. he fell sick, on and off, and needed to b in places soaked up with leftover flus and "rainy" nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he woke up one late afternoon, knowin he was late n hungry. he got out around the corner to get food and money from the machine. on his walk out the rain unduly came pourin down upon him again. not again. my pills are running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and finally he thought, whilst walkin home the backlane alone. wet and with bits of earth and mud in btween his toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he been running away. so much. ever since the time he thought he had grown up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that point he knew there was no runnin n hidin away from the rain this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he got his ipod on to Billie Myers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;n realised perhaps its time he embraced the rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that this is the only retribution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the prevalent problems seemed to be washed and cleansed away by the rain at that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;strangely feelin at ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;felt like a child again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;every drop felt purifying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that someone was myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwEPOZgN6dI/AAAAAAAAAis/MZz1o1Jv3os/s1600/Let_Rain_Fall____by_yangli.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404617767859907026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwEPOZgN6dI/AAAAAAAAAis/MZz1o1Jv3os/s200/Let_Rain_Fall____by_yangli.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwEPOsWANlI/AAAAAAAAAi0/mms2ILQpGwc/s1600/summer_love_by_Loving_Memory.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404617772917339730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwEPOsWANlI/AAAAAAAAAi0/mms2ILQpGwc/s200/summer_love_by_Loving_Memory.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-8515468964348548187?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8515468964348548187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=8515468964348548187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/8515468964348548187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/8515468964348548187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/kiss-rain.html' title='Kiss the Rain'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwEPOZgN6dI/AAAAAAAAAis/MZz1o1Jv3os/s72-c/Let_Rain_Fall____by_yangli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-2035619693584836976</id><published>2009-11-16T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:21:36.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Boston</title><content type='html'>Everyone wants to go to Boston.&lt;br /&gt;they dont know ur name there. you dont care.&lt;br /&gt;u can start over again.&lt;br /&gt;your tired of the weather.&lt;br /&gt;some sunrise mayb and not sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there'll be no more room for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwApwF3m7JI/AAAAAAAAAiU/UIpTEHSIcBU/s1600-h/Blind_2_by_alosh3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 171px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404365459030469778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwApwF3m7JI/AAAAAAAAAiU/UIpTEHSIcBU/s200/Blind_2_by_alosh3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-2035619693584836976?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2035619693584836976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=2035619693584836976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/2035619693584836976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/2035619693584836976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/boston.html' title='Boston'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SwApwF3m7JI/AAAAAAAAAiU/UIpTEHSIcBU/s72-c/Blind_2_by_alosh3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-3446066272187961506</id><published>2009-11-13T00:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:20:09.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Let Your Clarity Define You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Svw1FXnuH1I/AAAAAAAAAiM/mWktqHqZPNY/s1600-h/meet_the_robinsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403252019293986642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Svw1FXnuH1I/AAAAAAAAAiM/mWktqHqZPNY/s200/meet_the_robinsons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"..Little Wonder Why Meet the Robinsons was So Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So my daughter is completely and totally addicted to Meet the Robinsons, which I don’t really mind because it’s actually a great movie with a really good soundtrack. The best song in the movie is the one they leave you with – Little Wonders by Rob Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never really much of a Rob Thomas fan before, but after hearing Little Wonders, particularly in the context of Meet the Robinsons, I am a convert. Why couldn’t someone on AI have sung this as their movie song, instead of some overdone schmaltzy ballad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Here it is, the perfect song, perfect scene from the final two minutes of Meet the Robinsons. You can find the complete soundtrack downloads and videos from the movie at Reelsoundtrack.com..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ever fell in love with a movie for its, hold on for it, soundtrack. yes. the ost, the soundtrack. Or rather say the theme song of the movie. Ones were being played towards d end of the movie in the background that gives u goosebumps. Ones that make u remember the movie for.(think Smallville- Save Me) Like Eragon, for me it was Avrils Keep Holding On. To be honest. I watched Meet The Robinsons becos of the anticipation for that one song. I never given the thought of even watchin this movie the 1st glimpse I had at it when I saw the ads and posters of it tellin it was comin soon to da screens. Honestly speakin, lets face it that theres not one bit of any fancy stuff in their ads n trailers that can steal my interest away. n i bet its da same for every teen or adult out there. So one day I got da external hadrdisks from Kim n in it she had this movie n I decided to try it coz i knew Little Wonders by Rob Thomas came from this movie. Well, the rest was history : ) I didn understand what da story was all about n i didn engulf myself much either durin da course of the movie but in d end u will understand. n this makes da whole context more discernible with its soundtrack at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hwo bout urs? wats urs? one perfect instance can tells us Titanic with My Heart Will Go On? is dat one urs. Background music and songs play a bit part in both tv shows n movies nowadays and they , arguably, set da tone n shape of the story. Some soundtracks make and break movies. Cos they hold the part of the key which sets ur feeling towards the thing ur watching, either alight or on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well, like they say. In the end, you willl only just remember how you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-rob thomas-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-3446066272187961506?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3446066272187961506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=3446066272187961506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3446066272187961506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3446066272187961506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-your-clarity-define-you.html' title='Let Your Clarity Define You'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Svw1FXnuH1I/AAAAAAAAAiM/mWktqHqZPNY/s72-c/meet_the_robinsons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-5137186990203303591</id><published>2009-11-03T03:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T03:31:47.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Wind Blows</title><content type='html'>Ive got to breathe, you cant take that from me&lt;br /&gt;coz its all that you left thats mine.&lt;br /&gt;There was a day&lt;br /&gt;You threw our love away&lt;br /&gt;Then you passed it to someone new&lt;br /&gt;You wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;But since you wanna play&lt;br /&gt;We can finally say we're through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill be outside of your window.&lt;br /&gt;Ill pass by but ill go slow.&lt;br /&gt;Ill leave when the wind blows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-5137186990203303591?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5137186990203303591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=5137186990203303591' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5137186990203303591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5137186990203303591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/wind-blows.html' title='Wind Blows'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-2184420528650489416</id><published>2009-11-02T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T01:20:12.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guy: what?! you smoke weed yourself but those who does so will be locked bhind bars. you might as well, why dont u legalise weed here? your a fkin hypocrite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. Bush: ok boy listen up, do you like to give handjobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: .... um no?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. Bush: and do you like gettin handjob-ed? you do, don u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: errr yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. Bush: there. fuk you assholes you n us all are jus da same bunch of fkin hypocrites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-2184420528650489416?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2184420528650489416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=2184420528650489416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/2184420528650489416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/2184420528650489416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/guy-what-you-smoke-weed-yourself-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-1073087161770109207</id><published>2009-11-01T22:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T02:30:59.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>2 Wont Become 1 But Two Is Better Than One.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life&lt;br /&gt;And I thought hey&lt;br /&gt;You know this could be something&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything you do and words you say&lt;br /&gt;You know that it all takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm left with nothing&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it's true, that I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;But There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two, is better than one&lt;br /&gt;I remember every look upon your face,&lt;br /&gt;The way you roll your eyes, the way you taste&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard for breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and everythings okay&lt;br /&gt;And finally now, believing&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it's true, that I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two, is better than one&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life&lt;br /&gt;And I thought hey&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true, that I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;Oooh I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And I've figured out with all that's said and done&lt;br /&gt;Two, is better than one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;boys like girls ft. taylor swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;some askd me before, on a few occasions, that if i like taylor swift?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i stopped n paused n to an extent, got hesistant in answerin dat question. i thought n i thought.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no, I dont especially like her . and i don dislike her either. Im indifferent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saying this, Taylor Swift is stil a little girl or rather well, say stil early in her teen so her type of music are not as matured dat it doesn contain da darker n realism side in them yet. Shes singin to her market appeal which is to the younger audience jz like her but the redeeming point of it all is that its undeniable shes got great vocals voice singin. dats y im indifferent to taylor swift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but shes this young so she can oni get better n mayb when shes older then therell b a type of music from her more appealin to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But up til now, bcoz i hav a younger bro so her music is more appealin to him. Then once I was back home usin da home pc n gone thru his playlist wif this particular song thats been playin on repeat, its RUN by taylor swift. I find i fell in love for dat song n jz like how my bro has been, playin it on repeat while ur sleepin at night is really good stuff.blood soothing. I found out that that song is not actuali a studio recorded one thus I cudn dl it but its oni a Live perfomance by taylor, singin a cover version of that song by George Strait for George Strait, the legendary country singer in his Tribute Concert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that was da 1st real Taylor singin that I fancy. n now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not driftin too far away from the point of this entry, this is TWO IS BETTER THAN ONE , supposingly da 2nd new single from Boys like Girls in their latest album effort i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heard it on the radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The highlight of this song for me is the beginin of the 2nd verse. The 1st 3 lines by both Taylor herself n Boys Like Girls in that verse is the best listeners shoud pay attention to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399176725631712754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Su26oDrVvfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/cRBKs0_LFl8/s200/words_of_love__by_oprisco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just my 2cents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and good night : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-1073087161770109207?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1073087161770109207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=1073087161770109207' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/1073087161770109207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/1073087161770109207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-is-better-than-one.html' title='2 Wont Become 1 But Two Is Better Than One.'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Su26oDrVvfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/cRBKs0_LFl8/s72-c/words_of_love__by_oprisco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-1396608072408599640</id><published>2009-10-30T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T03:42:38.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Thriving Under Adversity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sus1CWu7CpI/AAAAAAAAAhk/PkrVp_IEGp4/s1600-h/latest.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398466892912069266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sus1CWu7CpI/AAAAAAAAAhk/PkrVp_IEGp4/s200/latest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;" THE TRUE REDS BEAT THE RED DEVILS "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well, its just one of da myriad varyin titles on the back of the newspapers and sports website online alike on monday when Liverpool beat Manchester United on sunday for a scoreline of 2 - 0 to Liverpool FC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;This win ended da poor run of results consistin of four defeats in four games prior to the match against Manure in the league. As I was told, this bad run actually equalled a bad run dated back to 22 years ago. Never thus far until now had Liverpool lost 4 games consecutively. Naturally this will put Liverpool under da underdogs tag b4 da Manure game n for every liverpool fan it seemed to be all doom n gloom. But I knew that a win was due for liverpool and as a fan for years now. Ive seen so many times that Liverpool always revel most when underpressured n labelled as underdogs. Just like seasons ago in champions league. Thriving under adversity is what Liverpool FC has always done. And wat else than da Biggest rival to the club not to mention the league champions to be the perfect game for motivation n catalyst to kickstart the team again. I was not suprised at all. That game finally shut some of those petty Manure fans on fb that were on the back of me for now ahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398476807058188610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sus-DbzjaUI/AAAAAAAAAhs/yqKDlZJSwjo/s200/10324_1239226862216_1275607757_685788_4365042_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, its not hard to predict dat after that game hundreds of bloody manure fans were everywhere whining bout how the referee of da game was a wanker jz like wat manures Fergie complaint bout da referee too. Refusin to accept defeat in a graceful manner. They never learn, they alwiz win so they take things for granted.. I cant help it but to feel really ironic yet funny that theyre complainin bout the ref. They alwiz get decisions go their way by the refs (refer to picture above) so its almost like the ones who always win the loterry week in week out complains at lotteries on the one week they lost.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and soooo to the aftermath of the game... this is where da fun part begins hahahah. all hell broke loose and the ever arrogant manure sore loser fans r at the fore of it. I, got this bit of funny story to share here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a fren who i wun name here. is a malay girl, fan of liverpool fc too. so she was of coz happy bout da result on sunday. then came this guy in her fb frenlist. Hes a man u fan supposedly. b4 the game he was all bout how manu gonna win n liverpool is goin down in his statuses everywhere. well we all know wat happened then, they lost. so my liverpool fren went over to his status n commented that haha so u guys didn win eh sumthin lidat. n that guy got angry realli upset and even threatened to delete her from his frenslist in fb. hahahaha. so a fight ensued, well my malay girl fren, shes a strong character actuali, n eventually the girl deleted da guy as the guy didn stick up to his words he didn hav da balls to delete her i dun know y. I jz find it really funny how a game of football can find its way to fb ppl deletin each other wahahahahhaah. Im stil on her side of course. just like how the LFC saying goes, YNWA eh :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sus_3bEquxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/rlmtxyGL5hQ/s1600-h/Rob+Thomas+-+Someday+(Official+Single+Cover).png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398478799726361362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sus_3bEquxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/rlmtxyGL5hQ/s200/Rob+Thomas+-+Someday+(Official+Single+Cover).png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Before I end this, Rob Thomas one of my favourite vocalists/lead singers is back and his latest single Someday is really good stuff. Im playin it now. Cant wait for u n the rest of the guys from Matchbox 20 do another album.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Good luck on Saturday against Fulham. come on u redmen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-1396608072408599640?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1396608072408599640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=1396608072408599640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/1396608072408599640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/1396608072408599640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/thriving-under-adversity.html' title='Thriving Under Adversity'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sus1CWu7CpI/AAAAAAAAAhk/PkrVp_IEGp4/s72-c/latest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-1931457768135004469</id><published>2009-10-27T22:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T02:42:07.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Off the Quirk</title><content type='html'>quirky. Carly tells me that im being quirky nowadays, with my blog updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i jz dont seem to write much that i jus put up a picture with a couple of words. or rather jus a wordplay accompanyin the picture.&lt;br /&gt;Its true in a way i have been less than enthusiastic to write up any materials that although ironically, I do in fact had alot of goin ons lately that i knew im ought to write it down here.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know why, I couldn tune myself in to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to the goin ons as I was sayin.. For the past 3 weeks i met alot of new friends in which i  got to know frens from fren n fren from frens that jz led to goin out to places. N im lucky n fortunate enough to let me say that all these new ppl I met are decent n nice lads n girls too : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were waterfalls picnic, birthday parties, string of open houses in conjunction of raya n deepavali, Chivas room nights n a whole lot of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;Ill end this entry now with a picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. Just Like i sed,&lt;br /&gt;I wudn elaborate much jz like my recent entries. no different as to this one.&lt;br /&gt;but dear We Dont Need To Whisper, Ill b back tmrw mornin with somethin to write&lt;br /&gt;somethin i have already in mind. Promised myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh n does ppl know that when ur in moment of solidarity alone durin nights into midnights, listenin to artistes like Sarah Mclachlan wif hauntin mellow voices is reali nice n soothin. Try Angel by Sarah Mclachlan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night its 4 am.&lt;br /&gt;Signin off. disnyie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheers with a different taste tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SudWOgv-VnI/AAAAAAAAAhc/bdC_CmK81o0/s1600-h/soft_blue_by_dogukanaksu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397377485736138354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SudWOgv-VnI/AAAAAAAAAhc/bdC_CmK81o0/s320/soft_blue_by_dogukanaksu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SudWOgv-VnI/AAAAAAAAAhc/bdC_CmK81o0/s1600-h/soft_blue_by_dogukanaksu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SudWOgv-VnI/AAAAAAAAAhc/bdC_CmK81o0/s1600-h/soft_blue_by_dogukanaksu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SudWOgv-VnI/AAAAAAAAAhc/bdC_CmK81o0/s1600-h/soft_blue_by_dogukanaksu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;note:&lt;/span&gt; learnt a new word today from Professor Darryl - SPINSTER - woman who are stil unmarried beyond the usual age or marryin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-1931457768135004469?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1931457768135004469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=1931457768135004469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/1931457768135004469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/1931457768135004469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/off-quirk.html' title='Off the Quirk'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SudWOgv-VnI/AAAAAAAAAhc/bdC_CmK81o0/s72-c/soft_blue_by_dogukanaksu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-185146229542499248</id><published>2009-10-25T00:34:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:25:54.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Mongolism</title><content type='html'>I got myself back in hometown for da weekend and being already awhile from home . Ben invited me to Kwok Wei's to hav my hands on his spankin brand new silver ps3 (which of coz came wif a hefty price tag) to have some rounds of multi-player sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I was told that with Monster's two extra Joysticks we can play NBA LIVE 10 with four of us in a team of 5 against the other opposin team of 5 AI's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now the point of this whole entry is about the time we spent laughin at yao ming in da game.&lt;br /&gt;We cant help it but to see that his animated figure in da game looked reali stupid. you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yao was in da opposing team losin to us and each time da camera goes upclose view on him hes got this mongolian eyes that twitches da fck up like a Chinese Spongebob or sumthin hahahha. we tot he suffered from down syndrome in da game. Never the less, I say we stil had fun playin NBA LIVE 10 on his ps3.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SuMz4lwN30I/AAAAAAAAAg8/76MRKALRHss/s1600-h/yaolivescreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396213825820024642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SuMz4lwN30I/AAAAAAAAAg8/76MRKALRHss/s200/yaolivescreen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this might sound overly offensive , MIGHT. But it was &lt;em&gt;damn funny la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dont get me wrong im a big fan of his n da fact that he is chinese (yes im bias you can c) makin it big time at NBA n international level inspires me even more to up my own game.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, we were only pokin fun at the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'3D ANIMATED FIGURE'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;after all, so I hold n take no qualms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok over with the formality. I got me some funny pictures of Yao in action so I jz wanna share them n dedicate this entry to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;BENNY TEH&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en-joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SuM1gUeazlI/AAAAAAAAAhM/06HcN9Tk1hw/s1600-h/yao-ming-photoshop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396215607888367186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SuM1gUeazlI/AAAAAAAAAhM/06HcN9Tk1hw/s320/yao-ming-photoshop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SuM1p572s-I/AAAAAAAAAhU/CqVPoLvwAuQ/s1600-h/yao-taking-a-break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396215772562764770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SuM1p572s-I/AAAAAAAAAhU/CqVPoLvwAuQ/s320/yao-taking-a-break.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SuM1RJ2w5XI/AAAAAAAAAhE/t4BsNR4EnBY/s1600-h/yao-ming-cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396215347339650418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SuM1RJ2w5XI/AAAAAAAAAhE/t4BsNR4EnBY/s320/yao-ming-cs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-185146229542499248?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/185146229542499248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=185146229542499248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/185146229542499248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/185146229542499248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/mongolism.html' title='Mongolism'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SuMz4lwN30I/AAAAAAAAAg8/76MRKALRHss/s72-c/yaolivescreen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-4518135481679995797</id><published>2009-10-14T01:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:49:03.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the truth that you find will always be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth that you hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;How Do You Love by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/StS9BHsnvKI/AAAAAAAAAg0/LYVwEw8GLJA/s1600-h/IVCDSS81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392142480813046946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/StS9BHsnvKI/AAAAAAAAAg0/LYVwEw8GLJA/s200/IVCDSS81.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;p/s: update la Disnyieeee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-4518135481679995797?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4518135481679995797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=4518135481679995797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4518135481679995797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4518135481679995797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/truth-that-you-find-will-always-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/StS9BHsnvKI/AAAAAAAAAg0/LYVwEw8GLJA/s72-c/IVCDSS81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-8901248975734184076</id><published>2009-10-10T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:58:38.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Something's Gotta Give</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Ss95tTcBpXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/-SrJ4T3xa90/s1600-h/Desk_Lamp__by_paolo91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390661098204669298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Ss95tTcBpXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/-SrJ4T3xa90/s320/Desk_Lamp__by_paolo91.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5714726408612577946-8901248975734184076?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8901248975734184076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=8901248975734184076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/8901248975734184076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/8901248975734184076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/somethings-gotta-give.html' title='Something&apos;s Gotta Give'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Ss95tTcBpXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/-SrJ4T3xa90/s72-c/Desk_Lamp__by_paolo91.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-4743192166499538494</id><published>2009-10-06T23:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:46:11.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Best Entry Ever</title><content type='html'>Michelle and Kim, or can I say moderators n creators of MCG. pls, get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;f*ck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best entry ever, of all time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;in ur face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. dun eveer come here again.&lt;br /&gt;im agitated.&lt;br /&gt;Im jz sayin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389516682808149026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Ssto3j3SRCI/AAAAAAAAAgk/sls5k8ierRM/s320/Buddhakaizer_vs_Doraemon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-4743192166499538494?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4743192166499538494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=4743192166499538494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4743192166499538494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4743192166499538494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-entry-ever.html' title='Best Entry Ever'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Ssto3j3SRCI/AAAAAAAAAgk/sls5k8ierRM/s72-c/Buddhakaizer_vs_Doraemon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-5070509096434836349</id><published>2009-09-29T00:29:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:33:17.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>A Spiritual Growth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never before, thus far, in all of my living days I can remember that I experience so many deaths, very unfortunately, in one year as life as it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As a matter of fact, I never had any experience, close to a funeral or a death. There was only one time I had needed to attend one. She was my paternal side's aunt. She was at the age 40 plus. She was born with a handicapped IQ, in otherwords she was slow. She was never married n lived all her life up to her death with her mom, my grandmother. She even had speech difficulties. She died after slippin on wet floor, subsequently hittin her head on a hard surface back in 2006. I was still doin my time serving the national service. It was January if I recollect precisely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And so I did not have a chance to go. Nor I could have had that chance to get to know her better even at her funeral. Because I never really knew her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Earlier this year, I had a messy draggin on and off break up with a girl Ive ever been closest to than nyone else. When I tot nothin could go worse than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My beloved n dearest Grandmother, the only valid grandmother I only had in fact, passed away. Along wif my grandfather whom I nvr reali had a close level with as well as with my little cousin brother.He was 12. Theyre all my maternal relatives. They died in a car crash in March. They died in a car crash.&lt;/span&gt; The least deserved way to go for a pair of 70 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was needless to say devastated n I stil am now. I took compassionate leave from skool n attended the funeral that even got to da local chinese papers. During da whole time n also the aftermath days of their death I can only remember well the song FIX YOU by Coldplay playin in the back of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then I got to know months later in July that Ck's grandmother got in to a critical condition after lodgin into a hospital. He flew back wif Sukyee, his gf , amidst their birthday trip for Ck in Bali to see her. I said hard in my prayers to God during dat time that my friend wudn hav to go thru wat i had during da last 4 months. She left them eventually. I was there at his grandmas funeral as well. It was on the eve of Ck's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now not long ago Pris was crying callin me one night tellin me her aunt was diagnosed with a cancer. Shes having chemo at the moment so we're all hopin da best for her still. I personally know her aunt bcoz Ive been back to her hometown alot and Ive always been aware that she has alwyas been like a second mom to pris. Besides that, I am a friend of her daughter as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the night Kerry sent me the text sayin her beloved sister passed away peacefully. Hours into that incident I got a news from a fren that another fren of mine, Kwong Yik is not makin it to our bbq party bcoz his grandmother passed away on da same day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tonight, as I type in these letters, I am stil very much reeling from the impact of my grandmother's death 6 months ago, 9th of march. 09/03. Everynow n then whenever my playlist plays Fix You either on my itunes or my ipod. I stil do get tears jerked out to an extent. I was very close with my grandmother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The last words from her durin da lunchmeal she and I had and when I walked down the steps outside the restaurant while i held her hands in mine stil echoes out loud. I stil remember It was only two of us at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I understand the need to hav a shoulder and da yearn to put our weight on sumones else shoulder. and da moment to just cry on someone ur close to, like a fren. I know all da better, from my own accord during my grandparents n cousins funeral. I knew da weighing of da heaviness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By saying this, her sister's death has affected me on a personal level. It inevitably brings back all da memories of my grandmas death. Too detailed to b honest. The heavy flow of emotions it brings itself together with reali kills at times. I really really feel for Kerry. Ive been thinkin bout her alot .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes, it seems like there are no words that can help in times of loss and grief.&lt;/span&gt; And although most of the time even everysingle thing we do may not ease the pain of the family members,&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; still, we try to comfort the mourner and ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;During the sad time following a funeral, these inspirational death quotes and quotations on mourning, loss and grief may help you console mourners and the soul of the ones who have passed away, in anyway that they can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"there will be a time when all of the pieces will fit together and we will understand the reason of the pain" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"you have to find a place to put the pain, a philosophy, words of comfort, positive action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Givin charity and a mitzvah, in the name of the one who has died, can elevate the soul of the departed. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have faith that things will turn out for the better in the future that we will be able to get thru this difficult and torrid time. That we will be able to discern all that has happened. That she is in a better place in the arms of God right now. HE is taking her in his stride and in every leap of faith. that for every single mishap, there is a condolence in disguise. Waiting to take place, or even happened without us realisin it. Or it is already takin placce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;keep the faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Take the 1st step in faith, You do not have to see the wholestaircase. Just take the 1st step now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me and the rest of the friends just donwanna lose that cheerful always and funny fren we had known for so long. Hope to see you soon again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're always here for you my friend. Ever ready to offer ears and shoulders with arms wide open. And to offer love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And we mourn together with you in this time of grief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SsDug3r3S6I/AAAAAAAAAgc/hK7rdlrnM6M/s1600-h/apperciation_by_MountanDewHeartsYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386567402806266786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SsDug3r3S6I/AAAAAAAAAgc/hK7rdlrnM6M/s200/apperciation_by_MountanDewHeartsYou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SsDug3r3S6I/AAAAAAAAAgc/hK7rdlrnM6M/s1600-h/apperciation_by_MountanDewHeartsYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SsDug3r3S6I/AAAAAAAAAgc/hK7rdlrnM6M/s1600-h/apperciation_by_MountanDewHeartsYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SsDug3r3S6I/AAAAAAAAAgc/hK7rdlrnM6M/s1600-h/apperciation_by_MountanDewHeartsYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, R.I.P.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;In loving memory of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-5070509096434836349?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5070509096434836349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5070509096434836349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/could-it-be-any-harder.html' title='A Spiritual Growth'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SsDug3r3S6I/AAAAAAAAAgc/hK7rdlrnM6M/s72-c/apperciation_by_MountanDewHeartsYou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-1701849850067482190</id><published>2009-09-24T00:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:54:15.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Nice One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SrpkzDdJA4I/AAAAAAAAAf8/9lCBRBgYGrk/s1600-h/IMG_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384727132738487170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SrpkzDdJA4I/AAAAAAAAAf8/9lCBRBgYGrk/s200/IMG_0502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Will dedicate this entry to a fren, Kokseng. He askd me out last saturday night. a very very improptu one without notice. I tot he was in kl last saturday so I texted his girlfren to ask her out to join me n the rest for a drink or sumthin. Turned out he was in town bcos he oni gone up to kl for half a day and so out of da blue pulled a suprise, inadvertently askin me to join him n her at the newly renovated Rum Jungle in Sunway Ipoh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" come n join me n my sunway mates, be here b4 11. free entry til then " &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;it was 10.05 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o.0. Now this is labelled as a suprise to me cos he dun usually drink n he sux in drinkin n he sux at drinkin n dun usually drink n he is a stingy ass I think i know it. oh n his gf doesn drink too. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok well, I was at Oldmans place when this suprise invitation came w/o warnin so I askd oldman to tag along but he was too tired after hours in da Raya highway jam so he decided to call it a night already. Fair enuf,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I made my way to sunway n at 1st sight there i thought to myself where da hell is da RJ, coz i wasn able to recognise da new outlook of dat club. When i reached da carpark lookin for space I drove pass a group of kids I tot were da 'lala' ones hangin out at da carpark gettin ready to shake their butt b4 goin in da club. When i got out of my car. I realised they were ahem, actuali Toh Kian Hin, Evon, guojians gf, Chan Saimun and William Liew n Keecheong n Jo Ee. lol. All my high skool mates, haven met thme for over a year. It was a night for them to celeb saimuns birthday actualiy. Greeted, hugged n kissed. so we made our way in n there kokseng was. turns out he was wif his mates celebratin another girls birthday too, Pin Jun, n so i wished her. Been hearin dat shes da latest love interest of Kwok Wei's. lol. But the suprise didn end there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And in btween, I realised dat my 1st time in da newly facelifted RJ has got me a good impression for a start. It pull off a very very nice n fresh look there. It was my 1st time there since it was renovated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The biggest trick out of da magic hat was yet to be pulled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kok Seng ACTUALLY BOUGHT US ALL DRINK FOR DA NIGHT. this stingy bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;128 bucks. i saw da receipt right infront of me eyes.lol. unbelieveable. kokseng of all ppl. lol. 2 buckets of carlsberg i think. Well i guess this was his treat from his 1st official real paycheck from his 1st real job as an accountant. walaooo. nice one bro. well u deserve all da credits la i heard ppl say 5 years oso cant graduate from acca n u did it in ur 1st try n being da only one from ur batch to paass everythin single shit u hav in ur hands. wat else can i say bout u. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so heres love to u from me lol. oh n he gone all da way to kl to get his xbox 360 too. n his mom got him a pair of new nike kicks. haha good for u seng, good for u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, jz like wat carlsberg always advertised n boast so proudfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nice One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Srpqm_PH5II/AAAAAAAAAgM/gR9EkEoRJ4E/s1600-h/IMG_0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384733522517288066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Srpqm_PH5II/AAAAAAAAAgM/gR9EkEoRJ4E/s200/IMG_0499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Srpp8FAq0WI/AAAAAAAAAgE/bRreBUEl15Y/s1600-h/IMG_0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384732785332900194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Srpp8FAq0WI/AAAAAAAAAgE/bRreBUEl15Y/s200/IMG_0510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(try spottin Willian, clearly the chap was havin alot of fun lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;or was it not carlsberg? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-1701849850067482190?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1701849850067482190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=1701849850067482190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/1701849850067482190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/1701849850067482190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/nice-one.html' title='Nice One'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SrpkzDdJA4I/AAAAAAAAAf8/9lCBRBgYGrk/s72-c/IMG_0502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-418237144556794191</id><published>2009-09-20T04:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T01:41:49.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Fairy Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INDONESIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;When I was 10, I had two friends who stayed just round the corner in my neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;They were Keita and Osman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;They were da ones I was always hangin out with, doin the things, u know, the typical things kids of age of 10 would do to have fun like playing in the playground and venturin into the odd one or two orchards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Well, back then, I can say that our taste for curiousity was really commendable : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;One day, coming home after school, I was ready to set out of the house to none other than joinin my little frens at the nearby playground. It was a Friday and because there will b no skool the next day my mom duly allowed me to go but anyhow had to have me back b4 Solat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;" Be back b4 Solat" , exclaimed my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I was dreading at the thought of coming home early but oh well at least Im goin out to meet my frens now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;As I make my pace towards the field there I can see both Keita and Osman there already waving at me with conspicious big grins on their face beckoning me to join them quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Once I was there, I noticed Keita wasn his usual joker self whom is always cheerful and as playful as the usual pratical prankster he is. He was like, quarter past frownin? So I popped the question askin wat was wrong n he said nothin but of course, Osman would later tell me that it was bcoz he had some tough lecturnin session from his parents and teacher for not finishin his homework on time. Well, we just told Keita to shrug that off and just rem to have to have his homework finished on time at all times from then onwards for me and Osman were already anxiously waitin to carry on wif our playing and fun with no patience to spare for Keita's hesitation and day problems. Well, who couldve blamed us, we were stil kids wanting nothin more than fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Then Keita askd Osman, the usual planner of our activities, on wat should we do that evenin. Osman would proposed forward an idea that would really test our nerves. He suggested that we should check out the house bhind  the long overgrown bushes at the far end of our neighbourhood. The White House as they, everyone calls it. This is an abandoned, very old house which has no occupants for as long as I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I tbh, was never the brave one among us three, so it was natural that i questioned that suggestion from Osman. N i wasn alone in this, Keita also doubted that idea for fear of being in the possibility of somethin unpleasantly unpredictable in that house. All for the house is so said haunted by everyone we know in the neighbourhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Osman then literally laughed at our faces sayin that we were a bunch of chicken shit and that there is nothin to be afraid of actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Being a 10 year old kid, the worst thing dat could happen is to be the target and topic of the school's joke not to mention being labelled as wussies infront of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And subsequently me and Keita accepted the idea and dared ourselves to enter that house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;When we have finally reached there, there was somehow this very very large old banana tree beside the house. It was dirty yellow in colour with its big leaves blockin alot of the sun. U know how they alwiz come up with those folk ghost stories on banana tress right. So plainly seeing the sight of it just gave me the creeps. We realised that the house was much more than old, it was almost ancient! and almost like everyone has said, the house was painted in white, only white infact. the door to the inside of the house was locked with 3 different padlocks and chains, with boards nailed on to the door. this clearly tells that some ppl reali want outsiders to be kept out of this place. sending everyone out there a msg. And there was only one window in that house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Osman, frustrated by the hindrance to his quest to get into dat house by those locks, suggested that we threw a stone thru the window so as to break it and we could go in. I remember da window as being one covered completely with dusts and it was impossible to look wat was inside. Indeed, Osman took a stone in his grip n hurled it at the direction of the window. It broke. I and Keita looked at each other and took a big Huge gulp down our throats. I was by now sweatin bullets. Osman gestured to us wif his fingers signallin to us that at the count of 3 we would jump into that house thru the broken window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;1.... 2............. (SEEMED LIKE FOREVER) ..... 3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;we took our turns jumpin in n of coz obviously Osman was the 1st one to b in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;once we were inside. i remember I wasn able to  see a single thing bcoz it was blanket by total darkness. But I remember feeling unusually cold inside it was as if it was da house living in its own different climate n weather. Once I adjusted my eyes to the dark I saw somethin worthy of remark n it was peculiar really to c a big banana leaf lying on a sort of table, with food, rice and some dishes on the banana leaf. all but half eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Once my gaze was over, I turned to the direction of my other 2 frens. To my suprise, they looked shell-shocked. They were lookin at the direction on my left. It was like they were starin blankly at somethin with really really frightened expressions on their face. No, wait. They were reallyin sheer  fright at the sight they were havin. I took a turn n look at my left to see what I missed seeing when I 1st broke in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;There was a lady standing at that end. She was in white. White clothes cladded long to her knees. It was too white to b exact. Her hair was coverin most of her face as her hair was laid front unkemptly and it was long. Hence i wasn able make out how she actuali look like. Her skin was pale, really pale. And there was a strange big n thick rope hangin out on her chest. I at that moment, stood there with fear runnin in my blood in my every single vein. Chill were runnin down my spine as she whispers these words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;" Aku ana cerita kanggo owei "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;In split second, we bursted our lungs by runnin reali fast to wards that window and as we climb out of the window I can hear she whispers again, even louder this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;" Rungokno "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;We ran n ran n ran, not tryin to even take another look to our backs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I wish I could tell you after this story of the history of that house. I wish i could tell u that there was a women who hung herself n her body was nvr found. I wish I could tell u that da food was placed there so that to prevent the ghost from disturbin the others outside the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;After dat incident, Keita moved away to somewhere else with his family. And Osman fell sick with a bad and lengthy fever. I have never met them both again ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Later on, I found out that the house was renovated and cleaned out as it was bought by a newly wed young couple. Only days into the their new house, the couple gone mad and killed each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Every now and then, I would stil hear the words she whispered to us in that house as I looked up to skies at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;" I have a story to tell "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;" LISTEN "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is actuali a story I picked out from the Monash International Students Council's weekly/monthly booklet sumthin. I was in Monash last week and I grabbed it on my way out after havin a few rounds of futsal wif kerry. I thought it was really a good story n it captivated me well enuf to have it in my mind for days so I decided I have to write this down. Credits of coz goes to the person who wrote this, and though whether or not this is a real experience I think I will not find out. He is an Indonesean however. The booklet I left it in cc's place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And so I have tried to remember every single detail of this story to try to put this in the perspective I have it exactly while reading it. Due to not havin da story with me now so it may at some extent differ to the original piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SrXti2FTv2I/AAAAAAAAAfs/e_fjv8Jj1E8/s1600-h/Fallen_house_by_Schneeengel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383470112480411490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SrXti2FTv2I/AAAAAAAAAfs/e_fjv8Jj1E8/s200/Fallen_house_by_Schneeengel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-418237144556794191?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/418237144556794191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=418237144556794191' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/418237144556794191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/418237144556794191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/fairy-tale.html' title='Fairy Tale'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SrXti2FTv2I/AAAAAAAAAfs/e_fjv8Jj1E8/s72-c/Fallen_house_by_Schneeengel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-5905474387551313797</id><published>2009-09-19T18:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:47:41.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Miley Montana Is Dead Again?</title><content type='html'>Didn like it at 1st tot it sounded weird.&lt;br /&gt;But Ive grew into it n no wonder its so high up in da billboard top 100 charts.&lt;br /&gt;Hate to say this but Itll be a great song to dance to in the clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da opening sounds like "How Far Is Heaven" by the Los Lonely Boys a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Nice song Miley but too much of da robotic voice. stop abusin the voice synthesiser or Jayz will come n get ur neck jz like how he did to T-Pain.&lt;br /&gt;but oh wait, she mentions Jayz in the song, this might jz spare her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, im listenin to Miley Cyrus.&lt;br /&gt;wtf is wrong wif me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SrS2OsrP83I/AAAAAAAAAfk/z2zpxLdXQT8/s1600-h/party-in-the-usa-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383127818241569650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SrS2OsrP83I/AAAAAAAAAfk/z2zpxLdXQT8/s320/party-in-the-usa-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-5905474387551313797?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5905474387551313797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=5905474387551313797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5905474387551313797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5905474387551313797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/miley-montana-is-dead-again.html' title='Miley Montana Is Dead Again?'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SrS2OsrP83I/AAAAAAAAAfk/z2zpxLdXQT8/s72-c/party-in-the-usa-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-8186140307103410480</id><published>2009-09-15T02:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T03:20:48.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Sexist I Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sq6U8U1Rk-I/AAAAAAAAAfM/8Ii6oIABec4/s1600-h/SEX_by_DRIVINGYOU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 163px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381402368859542498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sq6U8U1Rk-I/AAAAAAAAAfM/8Ii6oIABec4/s200/SEX_by_DRIVINGYOU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ever wondered who created sex?&lt;br /&gt;ok well... now I know its not like sumthin u can create or anythin lidat.&lt;br /&gt;but, whoever reali created it&lt;br /&gt;mus b a prick, a SEXIST.&lt;br /&gt;dont blive it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Sex Fun Facts" : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lip stick was said to have been invented in the Egyptian times for women that specialized in oral sex. Reason is, they wanted their lips to look more inviting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;According to a survey carried out with sex-fetish shop owners, cherry is the most popular flavor of edible underwear. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every year, 11,000 Americans injure themselves while trying out bizarre sexual positions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the Aztec culture, avocados were considered so sexually powerful, that virgins were forbidden to set foot outside while the fruit was being gathered. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Semen contains zinc and calcium, both of which are proven to prevent tooth decay. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marilyn Monroe, the most celebrated sex icon of the 20th century, confessed to a friend that despite her three husbands and a parade of lovers, she had never had an orgasm. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;120 million sexual intercourses occur in the world everyday! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The average shelf-life of a latex condom is about two years. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;According to a U.S. market research firm, the most popular American bra size is currently 36C and was 34B before 1991. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A brand of condoms was named after pharaoh Ramses, who had more than 160 children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Men's beard grow faster when he anticipates sex. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In earlier days, masturbation was believed to lead to blindness, madness, sudden death and other unpleasant diseases. @.@&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex burns 360 calories per hour. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex help unblock stuffy nose. Sex is a natural antihistamine. It can help combat asthma and hay fever. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;An average person spends two weeks of his or her life kissing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A man will ejaculate approximately 18 quarts of semen, containing half a trillion sperm, in his lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Foods that improve sex life are oysters, lean meat, seafood, whole grains, and wheat germ. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time television were Fred and Wilma Flintstone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;According to the Museum of Sex, the vibrator was originally used as a medicinal treatment for female "hysteria" during the 19th century. The induced orgasms helped doctors dissipate hysteria's anxiety-related symptoms. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex is biochemically no different from eating large quantities of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;Humans, dolphins, bonobos and chimpanzees are the only species that have sex for pleasure. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only 17 percent of women have an orgasm during intercourse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Males, on average, think about sex every 7 seconds. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The earliest known illustration of a man using a condom during sexual intercourse is painted on the wall of a cave in France. It is dated between 12,000 and 15,000 years old.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;25 percent of women think that money makes men sexier. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A medical study conducted in Pennsylvania showed that people who have sex once or twice a week have their immune systems boosted slightly. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A U.S. News and World Report poll found 50 percent agree that it is better to remain a virgin until you marry, and 39 percent felt it's better to have sex with a few different partners before settling down to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex help relieves headaches. A lovemaking session can release the tension that restricts blood vessels in the brain. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gentle, relaxed lovemaking reduces your chances of suffering dermatitis, skin rashes and blemishes. The sweat produced cleanses the pores and makes your skin glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All humans are 99.9% genetically identical and 98.4% of human genes are the same as the genes of a chimpanzee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Venus observa" is the technical term for "missionary position."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex is a beauty treatment. Scientific tests found that when women make love, they can produce an amount of hormone estrogen sufficient to make their hair shiny and skin smooth. ( sexist alert )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A kiss a day will keep the dentist away. Kissing encourages saliva to wash food from the teeth and lower the level of acidity that causes tooth decay, preventing plaque build-up.&lt;br /&gt;Sex is one of the safest sports you can take up (if you use a condom). It stretches and tones up just about every muscle in the body. It's more enjoyable than swimming 20 laps, and you don't need special sneakers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women who read romance novels make love twice as many times as those who do not read them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The more sex you have, the more you will be offered. The sexually-active body will release a huge amount of chemical called pheromones that acts like a subtle sex perfume to drive the opposite sex crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Research shows that shoes and feet are the biggest fetish objects in the western world. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex is an instant cure for mild depression. It releases endorphins into the bloodstream, producing a sense of euphoria and leaving you with a feeling of well-being. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There are men in Guam whose job is to travel across the country and sleep with virgins, who in return pay them for the privilege of giving them their first sexual intercourse. (!?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex is the safest tranquilizer in the world. It is 10 times more effective than valium!&lt;br /&gt;A minute's kiss burns 26 calories. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex help relieves headaches. A lovemaking session can release the tension that restricts blood vessels in the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Approximately 6 to 9 billion condoms are used in the world every year. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;During World War II, condoms were used to cover rifle barrels from being damaged by salt water as the soldiers swam to shore. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best ways to improve sexual function are to quit smoking, start exercising and lose weight. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;During the 1920s, it was believed that jazz music caused one to permanently lose his sexual inhibitions. It was often banned in many cities. One private company went as far as to sell the elites "jazz proof" furniture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sq6VO43FjRI/AAAAAAAAAfU/OwYuImTKg6A/s1600-h/Converse_Safe_Sex_by_SeKellE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381402687768464658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sq6VO43FjRI/AAAAAAAAAfU/OwYuImTKg6A/s200/Converse_Safe_Sex_by_SeKellE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wat an eye opening read huh? well, if u ask me, I think msot of da benefits and da fruit we bear from sex goes to da female counterpart wtf .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha ok after readin it twice mayb I was jz overreactin n feelin all insecure (wtf). But it was a good read all da same right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;good night. and practice safe sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381403042877783010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sq6Vjjvvu-I/AAAAAAAAAfc/xP7nh9L9BQI/s320/SEX_or_LOVE_by_6Artificial6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;and she would defo choose sex, after readin these facts. I would know.coz I know better XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-8186140307103410480?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8186140307103410480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=8186140307103410480' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/8186140307103410480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/8186140307103410480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/sexist-i-think.html' title='Sexist I Think'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sq6U8U1Rk-I/AAAAAAAAAfM/8Ii6oIABec4/s72-c/SEX_by_DRIVINGYOU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-6015085518404482793</id><published>2009-09-10T17:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T14:30:46.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Turn Offs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1st &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With all due respect, I don mean no disrespect to the ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is by no means an entry filled with over self-righteousness or to an extent being ignorant of the other gender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I was jz surfin da web today, yeah i got alot of freetime now. One of my idle pursuits, I got to this video on YouTube by Shane Dawson on our biggest turn offs when it comes to gettin to know someone of the other gender. That video is supposed to b a funny one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N so I started thinkin to myself on this particular question, hmmm, wat reali turns me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then voila, the video highlighted bad breath as one of the turn offs n without a doubt that reali turns me off BIG time. Jz cant stand someone with that weird oral smell.... be it the one u carry from the last meal or jz the mornin smell after waking up hours of sleep w/o drinkin. Best keep our distance. hahaha sry. That tops the list for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wait a sec.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or girls with bad unshaved armpits ........ a ha ha ha ..... @.@ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now.. im not sayin im perfect or anythin like that that gives me the right to diss others imperfection but hey this is my 2cent n Im jz writin this to myself as a personal journal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And u know wat they say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;imperfection is the new perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So no harm meant/intended. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379774138203424162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SqjME09yxaI/AAAAAAAAAfE/n8acb_NBAG4/s320/Turn_Ons_And_Turn_Offs_by_asmodeus42.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well. wats the biggest turn off for u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-6015085518404482793?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6015085518404482793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=6015085518404482793' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/6015085518404482793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/6015085518404482793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/turn-offs.html' title='Turn Offs'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SqjME09yxaI/AAAAAAAAAfE/n8acb_NBAG4/s72-c/Turn_Ons_And_Turn_Offs_by_asmodeus42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-6226260894485747747</id><published>2009-09-09T03:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:17:32.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Midnight Skies and Sleepless Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SqbDpFNA__I/AAAAAAAAAe8/FwYdRWs7R60/s1600-h/A_Magical_View_by_The_Nightmare_Escape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379201915479457778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SqbDpFNA__I/AAAAAAAAAe8/FwYdRWs7R60/s320/A_Magical_View_by_The_Nightmare_Escape.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its 3.54 am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben had earlier rejected my request to him of headin for supper bout 3 hours earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Well, merely few seconds ago n he askd me to b headed to da nearby Mcd's drive thru for a drink. Yea, he cant sleep. Neither can I.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this wud b a good opportunity for me to confide sum of my recent headaches in someone.&lt;br /&gt;He shud b here by now to pick me up,&lt;br /&gt;Laterz blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh n, its&lt;br /&gt;09 09 09 as everyone has already known, or shud b aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be so 9. Good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-6226260894485747747?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6226260894485747747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=6226260894485747747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/6226260894485747747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/6226260894485747747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/midnight-skies-and-sleepless-nights.html' title='Midnight Skies and Sleepless Nights'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SqbDpFNA__I/AAAAAAAAAe8/FwYdRWs7R60/s72-c/A_Magical_View_by_The_Nightmare_Escape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-4810162305257474161</id><published>2009-09-08T01:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:37:54.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SqVce5_fI3I/AAAAAAAAAec/MB_YN7CoQzc/s1600-h/Departure_by_lilpinksock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378807015996859250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SqVce5_fI3I/AAAAAAAAAec/MB_YN7CoQzc/s200/Departure_by_lilpinksock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a sudden rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cant give a complete answer as to how I came to this decision if someones to ask me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me and cecilia was js doin our own stuff in da room, she was readin some of my Archies and I was contemplatin bout my results. It was almost half past 11. n Joey was to b checkin in at either 12.30 or 1 am. his flight departs at 2am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me n the frens have already a clear idea of not goin to send him off simply for da reason of not being able to. it would be too late for us n then no one except Kerry has a car.n she isn allowed to drive durin midnight. mayb as a punishment for sneakin out da night b4? So it would only be da usual suspects like Joeys cousins uncles and aunty sendin him, his brother Justin n his mom off. Hmm his dad didn even make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All Im able to recall is I jz suddenly broke my trance of worryin bout my results n then went on to ask her y not we take da klia express train from central n then nex thing I was on da fone wif Joey askin him how much does da train costs n how long will it take for it to reach the airport. then when i told cc itll b 35 bucks per person she said forget it ill see him nex year (LoL). after me myself sayin sum unbelievable stuffs which i myself find hard to blive too , like hey its oni once in a year n hes been reali good to us bringin us frens everywhere jz imagine if there was a taxi meter thingy durin those rides it wouldve amounted to a sum of far cry to dat 35 bucks. plus both of us jz got our salary from da bookfest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as a result from that pep-talk cc called Ronald n askd bout da price of a cab ride from pyramid to sunway n he said it was 50 n so then i told cc wat r we stil waitin for . she quickly changed n we made haste to pyramid, ok well the ride in d end cost us 84 bucks but we didn think twice. n while on da way wtf the driver actuali stopped somewhere to pick up a/his china prostitute as it seemed n she was in da cab wif us da whole time to the airport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we reached in time, 12.30am. n then we met him n his family at mcd's. he was, erm surprised coz we didn inform him bout us comin. her mum bought us some food. met Jasmine n Jordan n Justin too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gave him a cd cover cum postcard wif a msg "Friends are Angels(assholes la haha)", had a few snapshots b4 he went in n erm he forced cc into huggin her by yellin at her to be quick coz he had to leave oredi lol. nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he left. n now we hav a big problem in our hands. to look for a transportation home to sunway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;looked for busses n no they were all out of service at midnight. so we ended up takin a "limo" home for 80 bucks. so in total 164 for both of us. we split it right in da middle. And dun forget to take good care of the shirt she gave u besides groomin urself nicely in it, very very exp shirt yah lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Remember how u told me you like that song "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'd Come For You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" by Nickelback? well, thats exactly wat weve done .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hope ur touched. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;take care n good luck in ur undertakings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;til nex year. c u. I have important things to take care of now : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SqVabuTsvtI/AAAAAAAAAeU/YWvQlJNF_JA/s1600-h/IMG_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378804762297548498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SqVabuTsvtI/AAAAAAAAAeU/YWvQlJNF_JA/s200/IMG_0436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SqVabuTsvtI/AAAAAAAAAeU/YWvQlJNF_JA/s1600-h/IMG_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SqVabuTsvtI/AAAAAAAAAeU/YWvQlJNF_JA/s1600-h/IMG_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SqVabuTsvtI/AAAAAAAAAeU/YWvQlJNF_JA/s1600-h/IMG_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SqXteAFBMaI/AAAAAAAAAe0/sJYnGx6zhOw/s1600-h/IMG_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378966429636833698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SqXteAFBMaI/AAAAAAAAAe0/sJYnGx6zhOw/s200/IMG_0401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SqVabuTsvtI/AAAAAAAAAeU/YWvQlJNF_JA/s1600-h/IMG_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: waitin to hear more crazy adventures from u over there. n no u n cc wun make me love japanese food more the nex time ur home. lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-4810162305257474161?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4810162305257474161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=4810162305257474161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4810162305257474161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4810162305257474161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-again.html' title='Goodbye, Again.'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SqVce5_fI3I/AAAAAAAAAec/MB_YN7CoQzc/s72-c/Departure_by_lilpinksock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-1450131845174682838</id><published>2009-09-08T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:06:46.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>Mum n dad,&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-1450131845174682838?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1450131845174682838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=1450131845174682838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/1450131845174682838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/1450131845174682838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-6999453877395368911</id><published>2009-09-04T02:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T02:29:32.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Mr Right- Now NANANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the point of writin this entry, I think the Bandung trip is off for me already. Typin this wif a very very heavy heart. Pris and Tjin, arghhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Long story bhind it and a boring one. Wudn b sure if i cud keep up wif myself writin it down here. But on top of all these, last thing i needed was an earthquake (albeit a minor one on scale) in Jakarta, n dat was da last straw for my parents together wif da h1n1 thingy now n my own insufficient independent financial . I basically waitin on kissin da trip goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377320083836946642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SqAUIECsyNI/AAAAAAAAAeM/SNOmcXaEtrg/s200/tjin.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the more important matter 1st, now, my good good angelic fren aha dwen tjin is seekin for the Mr Right. and apparently i am supposed to help her look out for dat mr right as she will in return return da favour with the same manner in form of a Ms Right lol. Based on her MY KIND OF BOY tag in facebook I think it will b a tall mountain to climb to find this elusive Mr Right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(hope ur readin this tjin by any chance) so u know im tryin reali hard on sortin ur future happiness out xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so any takers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then, my nose. hahahahaha. n so it came again. js like jack n rose they cannot be separated. seems like an acne is deemed to b on my nose everynow n then again. ok at least its jz a small one this time. but the only thing that is intriguin me now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pris, are u right now havin one there too? hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;u know why im askin. we always get one at da same time or right after seeing the other havin one on the nose. good grief weird I know, but its seemingly inevitable each time it happens. I hope ur not da culprit this time who cause this, but well, if ur not n i am da one, then I hope ur goin thru this ZIT TIME wif me lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-6999453877395368911?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6999453877395368911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=6999453877395368911' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/6999453877395368911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/6999453877395368911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/mr-right-now-nanana.html' title='Mr Right- Now NANANA'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SqAUIECsyNI/AAAAAAAAAeM/SNOmcXaEtrg/s72-c/tjin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-3010522227162760234</id><published>2009-09-03T00:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:44:37.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Monotonic</title><content type='html'>Am now back in Ipoh again. this is my 2nd night here sofar.&lt;br /&gt;I have been stayin in cecilias place thruout the KLCC Bookfest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good experience workin in it for 5 days I guess it was pretty much easy money n to merely say this is an understatement itself coz I also was surrounded by new nice ppl too. The co workers were great company and I have to say I was myself in a suprise to know dat we js clicked off well so quickly. well except for one though, however, there was one that was constantly all over me tryin to pursuade me reali hard to join his line of direct sales thing and u know how the story usually goes from here where theyll say how good this is n how much ull earn n all that sort of shit which i reali reali reali, oh did i jz say reali? no, fukin reali detest. im no new rookie in this coz ive experienced this scenario b4 seeing how one reali reali close fren of mine from high skool got ousted from da rest of us after joinin the same thing, went all out with an agressive approach on us frens jz to get us into his group of direct sales puttin our frenships on the line. He was alone after dat everyone was avoidin him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;dunwan dat no more to happen to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In btween, I hung out alot wif Joey too.&lt;br /&gt;Kerry n he came by to sunway so we cud catch the Manchester United vs Arsenal game together at Jaafar's right infront of cc's house. Turns out now Kerrys a "new MU fan", borns right outta the fact that Mickey Owen is now in Manchester United. eewww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N i almost lost da keys to the house that belongs to cecilia too durin da game, I was in total frantic mode searchin for it in joeys car n then da previous table at da mamak dat we sat n lucky enuf lady luck, I got it back from Jaafar's Boss at da counter. fuhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merdeka eve was all about me joey cc n Goh at this Burger King at Mount Kiara, n dat was that. Nothin too fancy jz a lil supper there coz joey needed to get his ass back home early his dad was raging angry lately n then there was this reason of Hungry Ghost Festival from him too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b4 finishin, theres these 2 songs I am currently on to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376954117746282482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sp7HSCHXT_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/ViOBGbwRaCw/s320/SafetySuit-01-big.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376953890454705586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sp7HEzY1FbI/AAAAAAAAAds/qFnSEhoHZ8A/s320/mat-kearney.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safety Suit's -Stay, and &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Matt Kearney's - Breathe In Breathe Out. (Greys Anatomy Soundtrack)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now Matt Kearney will let u think dat he sounds reali reali like Chris Martin from Coldplay, n infact he does but he is not da guy from Coldplay. This song can get u hooked to it pretty fast n as it follows da sayin it will get u bored with it pretty soon too I guess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-3010522227162760234?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3010522227162760234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=3010522227162760234' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3010522227162760234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3010522227162760234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/monotonic.html' title='Monotonic'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sp7HSCHXT_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/ViOBGbwRaCw/s72-c/SafetySuit-01-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-5888209533911308381</id><published>2009-08-25T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:33:05.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Zap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Today, me and my boyfriend was gettin hot and steamy on the bed. In the thick of things, he suddenly leapt out of the bed and ran to his wardrobe. He put on a big brown jacket with a hood coverin his eyes and then hop back on the bed sayin I am Obi Wan Kenobi and I will slay you with my lightsaber. FML -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373816394583865042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SpOhigdXdtI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TBiOF9Gysl8/s320/Tre%27s+Birthday+Darth+Maul.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;this is Darth Maul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-5888209533911308381?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5888209533911308381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=5888209533911308381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5888209533911308381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5888209533911308381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/zap.html' title='Zap'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SpOhigdXdtI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TBiOF9Gysl8/s72-c/Tre%27s+Birthday+Darth+Maul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-7076446971688473199</id><published>2009-08-25T02:23:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:30:18.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>I Just Got High</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373809789838372722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SpObiD3VL3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/f5Li50bIw2c/s320/Dota_by_donsimoni.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Big deal, man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As shockin as the news of the death of Michael Jackson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For tonight, I myself was in the centre of this jaw-droppin event. now I dunwana sound like an idiot for being too over the top but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I OWN A FKIN DOTA GAME WITH OLDMANNNNNN AT INFINITYYYYYY !!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;roars n warcries in the background akin to 300&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for the 1st time in my life, no im sry, for the 1st time in karwengs life, I actuali won a game of dota with him in my side of the team. n this is by no means a mere win, me n him reali happened to win it through and through ala ownin kickin the opponents ass with style wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this is an extremely rare occurance n is deemed not to happen again for like the next trillion of years. I have already sinned tonight because these things should n ought not to happen for I have just defied karwengs nature, that is him forever feedin n being a total noob ass in dota. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so we're sry. LOL. (IM SRY KARWENG BUT UR ONE OF DA NOOBEST DOTA PLAYER I HAVE EVER PLAYED WITH EVEN AFTER 4 YEARS OF PLAYIN TIME UR STIL NOOB and you know it ZZZ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hahahaha ok enuf with this hyperbole lunacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went out earlier tongiht with karweng to yumcha n then jz followed suit to infi somehow coz we didn know wat else to do. got in, playin with mask on all da time n I jz Fifa09 a few rouns until I finally gave in to his doggin for a dota game. -hey i cant help it k i reali didn wanan play at 1st coz i knew we wud lose wif js 2 of us without da frens n u know la u fkin noob la ass lol-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SpOb0o328sI/AAAAAAAAAcU/dQ8zLeMLL74/s1600-h/Tidehunter_by_blackunit10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373810109010342594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SpOb0o328sI/AAAAAAAAAcU/dQ8zLeMLL74/s200/Tidehunter_by_blackunit10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SpOcMzJtsDI/AAAAAAAAAck/Axp0lxRu6tc/s1600-h/Dota___Nevermore_by_AvAngelxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 172px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373810524086448178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SpOcMzJtsDI/AAAAAAAAAck/Axp0lxRu6tc/s200/Dota___Nevermore_by_AvAngelxx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TBH, i had already consigned myself to premature defeat d la "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dun even think of buyin boots of speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" or " &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;block creeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" ady oso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got myself Tidehunter n str8 away i recall da diabolical show from koksengs tidehunter last time hahaha n oldman got a Nevermore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me n him same lane sumore lanjiao sure die la we were harrased by this cheiftain n morphlin early on til we didn even get out of our half zzz cc little did we know when they tried to gb us i killed cheiftain n even go on hot pursuit on morphling he was runnin for his life wtf i &lt;strong&gt;GOT FIRST BLOOOD JOEY HAHAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;. the rest was we won the game by lvl 17 n i was top scorer wtf lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OI this is no fluke win the opponents werent noob k. serious shit. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway i guess this is jz a one-off n it will nvr happened wif karweng in ur team again, anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok clearly im a lil too happy n over da moon but hey. I haven played a game for like a year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;happy nights : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373811202577258914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SpOc0Suh2aI/AAAAAAAAAc0/9ePRnFuPrw8/s320/n733938960_728526_2617.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so hensem terminator, say cheese to Victory 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-7076446971688473199?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7076446971688473199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=7076446971688473199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/7076446971688473199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/7076446971688473199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-got-high.html' title='I Just Got High'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SpObiD3VL3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/f5Li50bIw2c/s72-c/Dota_by_donsimoni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-3957885633526786572</id><published>2009-08-24T01:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:05:04.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>LongStory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have been tryin hard to find da time slot wif the right frame of mind to write this entry down. you know its reali hard to get myself back in the writing rythm again after being out n lazy writin in the blog so it took me a week since dat night out to write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went figure for some hours how do I really write this whole big big 2 days eventouting out? Coz the truth is its gotta b reali a whole hell lot to say n long and windin it will be. but heck, seriously. I think da oni way is to reali write it all out wat, my view my perspective how I perceive it coz it has been all along my way. of writing here. I nvr wanted my virtual diary to be a place of commercial blog or a daily place for comics n comedy to cheer some visitor reader up with a certain Food for thought or da nex hottest information on the now from da net. But its true that I did begin to like da attention given by visitors n frens alike to my blog as I write more n more entries it actuali slides off to the pattern where I actuali subsoncsiously wanna write n post to cater to da readers interest with jokes n stuff. I guess its inevitable huh?Then again I can only be at my most comfortable writin it all out not fearin for the lot or anyone gonna get bored readin all these load of stuff jz bout my happennings aroun me. Itll only be fluid writin like this. I write so that I perpetuate these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joey and I had another meet up, yes. n this time aroun he drove all the way from his own crib to my frens place at Ampang Zoo to pick me up. I gotta say well done son, I got a notion dat u reali like testin urself on da roads n try locatin places u nvr been to right? He made it to me in d end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We set off to the Pyramid to meet up wif Cecilia and her rural camp frens from inti. Emily, Megan and Ying Ying. Ntg too remarkable took place but it was a dismay though coz one of da evenin ultimatums was that her fren Emily who has jz came back from the US lost her handphone, rather carelessly in the toilet. In an effort to get her mind off it I offered one of my 2 arcade tokesn left to cecilia to tell her its her own so to give it to her with the intention of pursuadin her to the arcade to hav sum fun mayb?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but ahh... I lost that Mario go kart race that I have been anticipatin for long to Joey. N it was durin da last minute, wait, second he overtakes me to the finishin line!! argh. haha ok i lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toppin off the night we drove up to the Cheras look out point, now that was da 1st time ive been there. Ntg much happened except me n cc was havin our heads over the joeys estimas roof window for most part of the journey there yellin gibberish. lol. Oh yea, there was this one notable occurance. We went in the supposed place by havin to pay rm2 for the entrance cum parkin space ticket. N so we did. But on the way up da hill one of da person incharge up there signals to us to u turn back down coz there r no more spaces left n so we did n ended up misdirected to the outside of the area so we walked back inside to the parking lot to get back our rm 2 back, yes rm 2. haha. but the fella said it was into da system d blabla so we cudn get it back n at this moment Joey looked rather infuriated wow scary haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there was more to dat, a toast mayb? while walkin up the stairs we heard a sudden loud thud sound n as we turn to look a grey satria tried to reverse his car to re park his car nicely to da space but ended hittin da car bhind n then in panic he drove right back to the front in an instant hittin the other car bside da parkin space infront as well. wtf reali. It was a malay couple mayb his 1st time takin his girl out he was in that state of virgin-ly nervous? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ended up spendin the night at Joeys place. nex day he had a house party with his family n relatives. I was invited to join, along wif Woo and Kerry, though at 1st my plan was to leave his crib n get back to where Im supposed to be at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well it was reali nice to b there coz of course I was pampered wif loads n loads of food n hospitality by Mrs Choon n the rest as well. They made me feel like home la. thx again Joey n ur family. but no thx to his brother who constantly tried to make me a gay mate of his hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The party was supposed to be one for and only his family members n relatives like aunties uncles n cousins because they haven had the chance to meet joey n his bro since they came home from Nottingham. Then there his mom tapao like wat, 200 packs of nasi lemaks ? for da party. It was reali not bad though and his kakak was very nice she made me fried egg and offer me those lobak. me n woo n kerry actuali love da taste of it so much we ended finishin it w.o joey tastin it even hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, I must not forget to mention joeys paternal grandmother. She was abit scary, to me at least at 1st. Coz i cudn make out was she was tryin to say all da time she was speakin mandarin to me n she didn speak english n cantonese as well so I jz kept noddin my head like a puppy n smile like a clown I think haha but end up we had a few conversations on the dinin table, without actuali knowin wat she was tokin bout da whole time.... wathehell. hahaha. how did we have those convos. She was reali nice though she made me n da frens cut pineapples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The peeps all went for mahjong after da meal n I tot i was supposed to study upstairs in joey room alone coz I was havin my resit Criminal Paper on the comin Monday yea. But u know how these kinda story goes rite, u usually end up cudn n wudn do so with a crowd n frens down there wif a party goin on. Bad bad choice Dennis. haha so I actuali reali reali sat down beside the frens watch them as they mahjong themselves. I dun know how to mahjong. It was funny though coz Woo begun to lose alot n he was obviously throwin tantrum at joey whenever joey said sumthin hahahaha poor joey he was tryin to be nice all da time. And woo was tryin to stay cool all da time n we all know he cudn rite. lol. Kerry offered to teach but so far Im only able to rem some cartoonish symbols la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His other family members n cousins were playin their own set of mahjong at another table at this time and this is da part where I got to know some if not most of his cousins. Jasmine Jason Jordan to name a few. All J's.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time passed n came the moment his family members callin out to each other to get ready for, this. MOS. yes. Ministry of Sound. lol. The funny thing is, this is a reversal of the norm coz the older folks, his mum n uncles aunties were pursuadin hard on Joey to follow them to head for clubbin n Joey as the guy we know nvr the one who goes clubbin coz shit he cant dance for nuts all he does is learn how to b an iceberg n drink out his life. Pubs r da place he only goes to n u know, he doesn know how to social the way the club goes roun n he doesn get on hittin the girls he is slightly shy if u dun know him. Joey was declinin da whole time his older folks were pursuadin him. Coz Woo Kerry n him initially planned to go foosball at Asia cafe. But eventually the ultimatum was set n Joey decided to go n his mom askd me to tag along since ill be again stayin over that night. Woo n Kerry didn wanna follow coz Woo has... I dunknow. i think he either lost most of his money or he nits to save up for somethin but we all understand. this made Kerry to not go too coz she has to fetch him back home. Well, for sure we had hoped that they will follow. I did my part buggin them but to no avail la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joey changed, rather to a sloppy look ( one decision he will come to regret later on &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SpQ0VNQZiCI/AAAAAAAAAdE/o6enNW4A34Y/s1600-h/5410_117835232258_667382258_2211399_7921509_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373977794300184610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SpQ0VNQZiCI/AAAAAAAAAdE/o6enNW4A34Y/s200/5410_117835232258_667382258_2211399_7921509_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) and I jz went out da way I dressed. Me n him told his family that we will join them at MOS later on coz we'll b goin for foosball wif kerry n woo 1st. I get battered like hell like fuck at foosball wei hahahaha I was so noob i scored da most goals. OWN GOALS. kerry in contrary was da witch of foosball i think everytime she got da ball we will be wettin our pants she is so chun la. I suck like heck wei i know I nvr reali played but they didn spare me any face either everyone didn wanan team me coz whoever teamed me lost hahaha. OK now my birthday is drawin closer so I told them guys get me a foosball table k i wanna train my ass up n kick ur assess soon lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Js a few games n we were to get our way headed to the club oredi but it was COCOBANANA in d end bcoz MOS was closed for bhind closed doors celebration for the MTV world stage artists on dat night at sunway. Parted our ways n me n joey finally met up wif his mom n got into da club without payin coz they have oredi ordere 2 bottles of chivas reservin for about 10 to 15 ppl i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373978199379433890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SpQ0syS0WaI/AAAAAAAAAdM/jJ5ElC0swEs/s200/Kapital_Club_night________by_Bongomancan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yea, this is my 1st time at Cocobanana and I heard it was a notorious spot for LALAs and fightin lol i don know. His family n relatives were reali nice ppl so I joined them in the seats n started pourin ourselves to drink. Wow the cousins approached me n joey to hit da dance floor. yea positive for me coz I love to dance n I CAN dance quite rightly haha but joey was reluctant coz he don dance so I dont reali even expect him to do so but suprise me, he did agree to it but he needed two glass of da hard liquor 1st to i think brace himself, albeit with a drunk condition so he wudn b sket. then we set off to the dancefloor wif da cousins leavin da older ones bhind n wat else, danced. the floor was I have to say not the best one coz it was rubbery n not smooth at all coz its meant to b smooth so u can glide or slide or move ur feet well dishin out ur steps. but oh well we jz hit our stride anyhow n danced. hahahah wtf joey reali did dance but it was funny he was tiltin his head awkwardly from side to side but hey for me it was a good that he at least started to move he NVR DANCES okay. We joked n dance sillyly wif the cousins n the playlist were not bad either i guess bcoz da dj was a black. he knows his stuff i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It started to get reali crowded n I was dared to get to this girl dancin nex to us which well I did not accept hahaa. Mayb I was being a chicken but all hail Joey coz the nex thing I know was Jasmine pokin to me pointin me to Joey. He was deliberately dancin wif a girl, unknown. stranger........ WTF. hahahaha n da icing on da cake was da girl isn too shabby lookin either. Giler respect I reali dunknow how he ended up there but i think i have to b proud i guess hahaha. We jus paused n went back to our table for drinks when we're tired n then resumed dancin from time to time. In d end we found out it was bad news for Joey coz turns out the girl was a lesbian she was with 2 other girls, a tomboy. He tapped on her shoulder n she didn care to look back to him hahahaha he was dejected like fck. He even tot dat her tomboy fren was reali a boy didn know she was actuali a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nvm, we carried on to da night drinkin quite alot coz da cousins were reali intimidatin makin me bottoms up for twice as far as i can rem. i did a mistake once coz my glass was fully half filled wif da chivas n oni a lil coke in it n i bottom upped it. After being hit twice lidat I reali reali started to get REAL tipsy n warm.I think at dat point all i did was laughin n tokin cock wif joey. He himself wasn on the better side either , he was also reali red n stil reelin from the rejection he got from his lesbian chick hahahah he was cursin complanin all da time. he went to toilet n came back forgettin to zip his pants until only after I accidentally poured my drink on his pants wahahahah. he shud thank me. zip back boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373980859330577122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SpQ3HnYlwuI/AAAAAAAAAdc/nUyrZud2SIk/s200/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By now we;re reali drunk and sweaty. We literally danced our asses off n the place is closin already, it was 3am. So we left n drove home. Aunty was drivin, joey was stil cursin his lesbian luck, justin was worried bout aunty not being able to drive properyly coz she almost hit a roadbar. When we reached home, joey was so drunk he was actuali lyin on his bedrooms floor wtf . i askd him wathehell y r u sleepin on da floor he said he cant move n i was so tired n headache i lied on da bed but thing is his bro justin is stilvery much sober he didn drink much he said he hates chivas so he suggested we go kitchen for another roun of beer wtf I can die wei. He was reali up to his normal self being a constant joker n pestin on me da whole time i was lyin on da bed half dead. I mus be seeing stars at this point. i had no strength watsoever to push him away he was on me da whole time buggin me sayin he is gay lets hav some disco stick game lovegame dans le lovegame blablabla love my ass n all. zzzz. i reali cant move already n joey was stil dead on da floor so Justin went downstairs n took 3 cans of tiger beers to us instead wtf I told him we cant drink anymore I can reali puke if so. n then somehow we all 3 ended up on da floor as well tokin bollocks n drinkin sumore but i oni took like wat a few sips n joey oni had one mouth of da beer oni dats all. Joey was stil complainin bout da girl tryin to reason why she didn choi him he thinks dat it was bcoz he didn dress nicely (yes joey ur so dumb u dress like a nerd) n he regretted he didn do his hair hahahaha. 1st time i see this side of him. N then suddenly there was a sms to my fone it was Jasmine sayin "thx for da protection" to me? oni then i figured out that it was durin da dancefloor when she askd me to "protect" her coz there were a group of malay dudes dancin wif us askin whether 2 of da girls wif us r our girlfriends o not but those fellas were actuali no harm la reali they were kinda frenly tbh n didn do anythin. jasmine did askd me to dance nearer to her so the other fellas cudn get close. But i did nothin reali la so I replied dun worry bout it no biggie. but Justin noticed da msg n wwas sayin dat im hittin on his cousin sister wth. da bro finally left n my poor buttocks was saved hahaha I proceeded to shower n joey said i was being crazy stil takin a shower so late wtf we were stinkin smelly he said he didn want it. I jz literally lied on da bathroom floor while da shower pours hahaah. n then i got out n he was for fucks sake drunk til da level he kept singin to Jaychou songs on his laptop. I had a headache too much to actuali care bout his awful singing anymore. Nevertheless, I askd him the million dollar question in th end. In spite of his original reluctance and the lesbian agenda, did he regret optin to club. No he sed. I believe at the end of the night he and I share a mutual perception. Alot of great crazy fun. This will stay in da head for sumtime.&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The end....... gasp...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373982022990074674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SpQ4LWWokzI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZdRd1l4-HIc/s320/Demon_Spawn_II_by_kawaiimon.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I make them good boys go bad. No resistance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;p/s: lets make a date again. with the rest of our frens along this time aroun : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-3957885633526786572?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3957885633526786572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=3957885633526786572' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3957885633526786572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3957885633526786572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/longstory.html' title='LongStory.'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SpQ0VNQZiCI/AAAAAAAAAdE/o6enNW4A34Y/s72-c/5410_117835232258_667382258_2211399_7921509_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-1328322374242722335</id><published>2009-08-21T15:13:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:09:09.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Midweek Football and Kickette Infatuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im inevitably inspired by Carlys latest entry on her favourite football team Arsenal and since its already the start of yet another new season of the Premier League. I cant help but to cheer for my team Liverpool to go all out of their blocks firing on all cylinders to make this season a unforgettable one, not least a successful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was only like a whisker of time away I rem myself writin on da start of last season last year. Time reali flies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well this time aroun Liverpool didn hav da best of starts n they actuali lost out to Tottenham last saturday in their openin game and in contrary Arsenal was da surprise package hittin 6 past Everton, I mean its Everton not sum lower table teams. wow.off to a flier. Happy Days for Carly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372336453808277538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/So5fincfyCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Ujniomsqa8Y/s200/PROP090819-45-Liverpool_Stoke.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372336309804381794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/So5faO_StmI/AAAAAAAAAbs/comA7ZLxprs/s200/PROP090819-48-Liverpool_Stoke.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If it wasn for Liverpool midweek thrashin of Stoke for 4 to 0 I bet I wudn b so enthusiastic to write up their chances for this season here. haha. (Ouch, Nando required more than 10 stitches to his eye after clashin wif a defender in da game)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now the thing is da whole drawback was the departure of Xabi Alonso, I was clenching my fists grindin teeth hopin n prayin he wun leave but hell, he did left in d end n I guess i reali cant blame him for his desire to play for Real Madrid. One, he is spanish and to play for his home country biggest n most decorated club in the world means alot to him and 2nd, we all knew he nits to go back to his homeland some point of his career n if this chance gone missing he would nvr get it back. Anyhow, I wun hold any grudge against u Alonso n I oni hope for da best for u though I reali cant imagine u in the same team wif Cocktiano Cocknaldo, (god, how does one play wif such a dick) but hey ur wif Kaka n Arbeloa too, everyone would love to play wif Kaka but if we ever meet u in Champions League I oni hope da worst for ur team yah. Sad thing though coz u were da best holding midfielder in the EPL wif da best passing last season.ahhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372336049054613698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/So5fLDntAMI/AAAAAAAAAbk/t4vDD2duUtc/s200/Alberto_Aquilani_559470.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But out Alonso goes in Alberto Aquilani donning the number 4 jersey this season. Hopefully hell be a great addition to the team n I reali cant wait to see him play coz fuck, he is injured even b4 da season started.damn. but I guess in a way or another more or less he has already contributed something to da club or I shud say da city of Liverpool as a whole:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by bringin along his beautiful missus. Ladies n gentlemen the new WAG is in town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372335739319807570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/So5e5BxK7lI/AAAAAAAAAbc/YRXc0UJvtLs/s200/michela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shes Michela Quattrociocche..... &lt;s&gt;wth surname?&lt;/s&gt; n if im not mistaken shes oni my age.21. And I now know why we all hate Ashley Cole da double crosser so much. Not for his treachery agasint Arsenal n his offensive n violent misdemeanours non pitch or his money grabbing antics. Is for this chick in burgundy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372339700603395090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/So5ifmsxnBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/GG28V0kMt-U/s320/july28cherylxfactor_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriosly Can you actuali cheat on this woman? 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-5240487130309248132</id><published>2009-07-31T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T04:07:10.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>i.o.u Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FOUR NAMES THAT FRIENDS CALL YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chocolateboy/Whitechocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jin Brann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FOUR MOST IMPORTANT DATES IN YOUR LIFE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28th December 1988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25th July? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FOUR THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 30 MINUTES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caught a glimpse of MU vs Bayern Munich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crap with Carly on FB's sexbot quiz and askin her to tag me this lot of crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FOUR WAYS TO BE HAPPY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Travel and venture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When my family n loved ones r happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Play musical instruments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seeing someone dear to u smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FOUR PEOPLE YOU MISS FROM YOUR PAST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kak Sufinah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alex Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FOUR GIFTS YOU WOULD LIKE TO RECEIVE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunglasses (Im lookin forward to a sandy beach I cant help this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anythin sincere really : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES (CURRENTLY):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Futsal Basketball Swimming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gettin Drunk (as of CURRENTLY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;driving alone at late late night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FOUR PLACES YOU WANT TO GO FOR VACATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bandung, Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Europe anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;California surfing babeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FOUR FAVORITE DRINKS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plain water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ice Lemon Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothin much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FOUR THINGS ALWAYS FOUND IN YOUR BAG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aqua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brown for apparels as of now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FOUR HANGOUTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cc's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Library (how unfortunate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TOP FOUR U LOVE SO MUCH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Musical Instruments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dancing? Girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunsetting's Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TOP FOUR "THINGS" SPECIAL TO YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Priscilla, stil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My 1st ipod will always be special to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Childhood memories?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TOP FOUR WHO YOU THINK WILL ANSWER THIS SURVEY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simon Cowell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TOP FOUR REASONS WHY YOU ANSWERED THIS SURVEY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because someone tagged me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I asked carly to tag me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I want to, how sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I might just get to tag my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THE PEOPLE WHO I GOING TO TAG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;INDESCRIBEABLE FEELIN'Z OF MINEZZZZZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-5240487130309248132?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5240487130309248132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=5240487130309248132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5240487130309248132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5240487130309248132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/iou-tag.html' title='i.o.u Tag'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-3458093285396221582</id><published>2009-07-25T16:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:54:27.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>143725</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SmrWBQ4_tWI/AAAAAAAAAbU/jpTznskOnHE/s1600-h/Cocktail_weekend_____by_Cristel_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362333623540233570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SmrWBQ4_tWI/AAAAAAAAAbU/jpTznskOnHE/s200/Cocktail_weekend_____by_Cristel_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy 143725&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to me myself and myself and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;self celebratory in a way, to begin with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but am doin it all for the right reasons. at least I can do it inadvertently dat way with no ill feelings to my gut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will embrace it with open eyes n mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and also a warm warm heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enough said&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 align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;527341&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;n we will wait forever n always to c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-3458093285396221582?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3458093285396221582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=3458093285396221582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3458093285396221582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3458093285396221582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/143725.html' title='143725'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SmrWBQ4_tWI/AAAAAAAAAbU/jpTznskOnHE/s72-c/Cocktail_weekend_____by_Cristel_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-8465761565119268011</id><published>2009-07-20T03:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T03:55:48.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Raggedy Anne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SmN6GJFOM1I/AAAAAAAAAbM/2d0a8Chk384/s1600-h/21297159834493l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360262227436647250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SmN6GJFOM1I/AAAAAAAAAbM/2d0a8Chk384/s200/21297159834493l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.41 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cecilia jz called me, said she cudn sleep after doin her mask. gettin ready for tmrws outing? aha. Well, ears service is up. Guess its bout time I slept too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-8465761565119268011?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8465761565119268011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=8465761565119268011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/8465761565119268011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/8465761565119268011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/raggedy-anne.html' title='Raggedy Anne'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SmN6GJFOM1I/AAAAAAAAAbM/2d0a8Chk384/s72-c/21297159834493l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-1381350123618724742</id><published>2009-07-18T02:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T03:17:31.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolateboy'/><title type='text'>Now Don't Frown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Here I am, here I stand, I took a picture of my hand&lt;br /&gt;Bet you can tell its not manicured&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, half a man, I'm not a doctor, I'm not tan&lt;br /&gt;And I never helped the score&lt;br /&gt;I drive too fast&lt;br /&gt;The team picked me last&lt;br /&gt;I brake the rules and like it&lt;br /&gt;My body curves&lt;br /&gt;I forget the words&lt;br /&gt;I missed the serve and lost it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my flawz to see.&lt;br /&gt;But you still love,&lt;br /&gt;Love me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am face down, sometimes I smile or frown&lt;br /&gt;But it depends on the time of the day&lt;br /&gt;Here I go off the road, I spend cash on my clothes&lt;br /&gt;When I still have bills to pay&lt;br /&gt;My skin isn't clear&lt;br /&gt;Haven't spoke in a year&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I still have fear I'm tryin' to overcome&lt;br /&gt;My truths aren't right&lt;br /&gt;My jeans are too tight&lt;br /&gt;When I pick a fight I turn to run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my flawz to see.&lt;br /&gt;But you still love, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SmDK8kEXgJI/AAAAAAAAAbE/E6j4aacdQXk/s1600-h/877007754_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359506698393845906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SmDK8kEXgJI/AAAAAAAAAbE/E6j4aacdQXk/s200/877007754_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You still love me&lt;br /&gt;Even when I sin&lt;br /&gt;I don't fit in&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I've been burned&lt;br /&gt;When I waited my turn&lt;br /&gt;Don't act my age&lt;br /&gt;I Don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Call it a faze,&lt;br /&gt;Call me taboo&lt;br /&gt;Won't do as I'm told to believe&lt;br /&gt;I wear my heart on my sleeve " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flawz by Caitlin Crosby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, on and on I go about this song, but I jz cant help it I really think this is a great song with its intriguin lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But no, dont question my sexuality I know this is a song clearly for a chick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yet this doesn hide da fact its one beautifully written piece right. And it I think that every girl out there should hear this song believin that they can all really relate to this song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pretty self explainatory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ck n I had a few round of conversation today n much to my dismay, he said that his grandma is already in the state of coma. Chances, are..., well, fill in the blanks urself. Some of them have already come to accept dat she has already left them. And then the doc later on broke it to them that there could be a marginal change to that, too. So, hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;prayers and thoughts are with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and your family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/zeQNeBL6TI/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;embed width="300" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/zeQNeBL6TI/aus=false/" height="110" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: 12px" value="Search" type="submit"&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&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/5714726408612577946-1381350123618724742?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1381350123618724742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=1381350123618724742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/1381350123618724742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/1381350123618724742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-leap-of-faith.html' title='Now Don&apos;t Frown'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SmDK8kEXgJI/AAAAAAAAAbE/E6j4aacdQXk/s72-c/877007754_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-4191025087078534887</id><published>2009-07-17T02:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:46:40.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Show Your Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sl-HObGUqxI/AAAAAAAAAa0/g_PeeCePZP0/s1600-h/show_your_paradise__by_THKika.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359150763456375570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sl-HObGUqxI/AAAAAAAAAa0/g_PeeCePZP0/s200/show_your_paradise__by_THKika.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is for Woo, itsur birthday today and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;would like to congratulate u on ur "overachievement" (haha) by gettin all D's, distinctions for ur latest sem results except for one subject, well u got a HD high dinstinction for that as a matter of fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Know u would b n&lt;strong&gt; SHOULD&lt;/strong&gt; b on a high on these results considerin its undoubtedly a fkin vast improvement from ur initial sem haha for a proud man like u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyhow, if all goes accordinly 2 wat ur bro has promised u that u ought to score well, u shud BE &lt;strong&gt;GETTIN A BRAND NEW IPOD&lt;/strong&gt;! woohoo! haha make him put his &lt;em&gt;money where his mouth&lt;/em&gt; is okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then me n da guys n girls would, conviniently pass on the idea of gettin any presents for u since u got one big gift already! :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seemingly everythin is goin baby skin smooth for u this year huh so who knows ur &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#PONY-TAILED, #HOT PANTS, # TALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; girl would about to sneak up on to u from aroun da corner~? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since u said everyyear ur birthday isn anythin more than amusing Im dedicatin this entry's upper half to wish u a happy birthday alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And it feels like monday cant come any faster, Im already lookin forward so much to getin together wif u guys again. bunch of u r back too so yeah lets on monday make Woo a happy man this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And, bout time I claimed my rightful last years bday present from the guys on monday haha Woo u promised me okay n its ur bday already now good grieft my sweet liverpool bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To Joey, too, I dun reali know wat uve got for me bcak from your UK but I think i heard u enuf in sayin sumthin to do wif a shirt n a Gerrard's name? lol ok im not keepin my expectation levels high honestly but wanna thank YOU SO freakin much for actuali being this thoughtful it actuali sound gay to me hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Love you la wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sl-GM0ZU0KI/AAAAAAAAAak/IeSuhfxi70I/s1600-h/6680_119834407572_67920382572_2875343_7663858_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359149828405593586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sl-GX_w2BfI/AAAAAAAAAas/iHPTas1ZYEU/s200/6680_119834407572_67920382572_2875343_7663858_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On another hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Annie wanted me to be her company ytdy to send chinyap off at klia. but it was jz too short of a notice it was given to me only a night b4 dat so 'no' was da only likely answer I could give you Annie. Well chinyap alwiz return during da year end n mid year so, hey come on no tears stiffen up alright aha. Nex time okay. And da tot of goin there jz to accompany u to shop too is a dreaded haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Strange but sad of late theres been reccurin unpleasant similar news that came to me from my close frens. I met a childhood fren of mine jz d other night durin dinner n so we chatted and then as we go I askd hows his family doin n all, well, he said his grandma hasn been in da best of health that shes jz been hit by a rather serious stroke weeks back so hes lookin after her nowadays at home. Then Cheeching broke it to me dat her granpa has had a heart attack but thank god she sed it was a mild one though. Hate to say this but these seem to come in tandem as the Cheekeen was da next to tell me last night he cudn sleep coz hes got a lot in his head n one of it was his grandma. He is takin da earliest possible bus back from Singapore to see his grandmother, hospitalised for blood n bladder issues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So guys, hey jus so u all know my thoughts r wif u n ur family now k I know exactly how u're feelin right now. Im sry to dat u have to break those news to me n really, I dun know how to say this but appreciate them while u stil can. Typing these gave me a sudden rush of my grandmother. I miss her so much. I hope ur grandparents be fine n in da pink of health in no time. Get well soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Callin it a night now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-4191025087078534887?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4191025087078534887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=4191025087078534887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4191025087078534887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4191025087078534887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/show-your-paradise.html' title='Show Your Paradise'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sl-HObGUqxI/AAAAAAAAAa0/g_PeeCePZP0/s72-c/show_your_paradise__by_THKika.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-6153599481904812866</id><published>2009-07-14T04:22:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T05:16:29.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Cocktails</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Girls tell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Offsprings like these makes you wanna get an American partner as your spouse :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SlugZraS8EI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/TlPGu5YSv1c/s1600-h/20090112123917847b6_124510_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358052544697528386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SlugZraS8EI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/TlPGu5YSv1c/s320/20090112123917847b6_124510_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358052701510523410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SlugizlbWhI/AAAAAAAAAaM/D4vG-QUg4oA/s320/9c3854f68b7090_full.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daniel Henney [Agent Zero, X-men Origins]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dennis Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess one can oni imagine how many girls would literally go GAGA over these 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Both are ''cocktails'' of american dad plus korean mom parentage.I know, we are malaysians not koreans so we might need that extra huge slice of better luck to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this right. Well, if americans/british "fertilizing partner" are hard to come by, which by all accounts shud b true, try gettin sperm or egg donors via the In-Vitro way okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then get ur fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-6153599481904812866?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6153599481904812866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=6153599481904812866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/6153599481904812866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/6153599481904812866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/cocktails.html' title='Cocktails'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SlugZraS8EI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/TlPGu5YSv1c/s72-c/20090112123917847b6_124510_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-5856980743077815319</id><published>2009-07-12T19:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T02:59:44.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>No Im Not a Big Fan Of Hers Just an Entry Really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STOP IT/ ACHTUNG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shes not a tranvestite/transsexual/transformers and most definitely not a man. pls bring an end to this whole corruptin of the minds of da newer generation where so many young hot blooded male takes her in as their Goddess. n even esp true on some of the female counterpart community who worship her too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shes here for a reason, to serve her purpose as a descended Greek goddess in the shape of a fox. vixen to a certain degree to some ppl. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yes Id be da 1st to admit I made her a pratical joke of mine by usin da classic transformers cartoon theme song. robots in diguise. megan in disguise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but to those of you who choose to cont believe this media gimmick, my perverted n horny male frens now curse may you all burn in hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;end of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357530793043664674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SlnF3vCVnyI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GvNuc5EVHjY/s320/3043_1149644664190_1319794399_380509_402056_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;wake up. n smell da coffee fellas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;transformers, robots in disguise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;transsexuals, megan in disguise.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-5856980743077815319?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5856980743077815319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=5856980743077815319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5856980743077815319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5856980743077815319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-im-not-big-fan-of-hers-just-entry.html' title='No Im Not a Big Fan Of Hers Just an Entry Really.'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SlnF3vCVnyI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GvNuc5EVHjY/s72-c/3043_1149644664190_1319794399_380509_402056_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-6182348437463949046</id><published>2009-07-07T02:56:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:25:53.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Brawlin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No Im not daft, that but yes, life has been goin on a slower pace now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Certainly made a lazier man out of myself at this pace lately. Ive been on a break that has now reached da second month of this break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well yea I got to meet some few ppl I was lookin forward to meet, some likely frens n some unlikely frens whom I nvr tot of bumpin into , as well. Yet I have not met some ppl Ive been ought-in to see though. Now on this Ive got to work more on da initiative part, eventhough at times ppl say da adage of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" IT TAKES TWO TO TANGO "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; n da more often then not said, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" THE FONE WORKS BOTH WAYS "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; jz exactly like how Jason Mraz so conviniently sang in his song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sometimes u gotta bite da bullet n go do da organising part, u know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its funny how though, dat some ppl who you wanna see as much as wantin to take dat hot shower after a long hard day, doesn wanna see u n that some other ppl wanna c u so much yet u dunwanna c them. u know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyhow, I could be workin part time soon as a tutor for children language classes if all goes well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somethin dat I could use to get my head into abit other than doin mundane *daily chores* at home. I know, it sounds abit HAHA but to tell u da truth as much as it sounds HAHA, I AM feelin slightly intimidated at the thought of givin classes to say da least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N yea, its official that my parents wudn b celebratin my 21st bday together with me this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Theyll b apparently be off to Korea for an xmas holiday, jz both of em after havin no overseas holiday for quite some time. Im okay, yeah. but its jz dat sumthin jz creeped to my head about this whole &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;* BUT ITS A 21ST BIRTHDAY MAN!?! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hoo-haa that ive been gettin from frens n girlfriend partner alike ever since i hit 21 this year. THAT IT IS A MUST to make it a blast wif ur frens n family. haha. LIKE its gonna be ur NIGHT, da night ull b poppin ur cherry losin ur virginity shit like dat in comparison &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;so no frets, cherry has been loong gone&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/s&gt;hey who knows, perhaps da &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MACHO CHINESE GUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fanpage will do a &lt;strong&gt;blaaSSSTTTtt&lt;/strong&gt; for me, right? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey and after a mighty loonggg while since Ive last worked out, I brought my ass to a gym finally now in Ipoh during this break. With a companion of coz da ever trustworthy hardy worth ur 2 cents Ben. And im tellin u, this long dormant lazy period had taken its toll on me today in gym. my muscles cudn flex properly n durin da trainer guides me thru da process with da tools , I Was so caught up uncomfortable! X P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after that while I was servin up myself a cup of water to quench away the thirst. I felt like as if IVE had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;NO HANDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ahhahaha cudn feel no shit mr arnold scwarzzhenneggerrr &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;howthehell u spell his surname seriously&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/s&gt;n Ben told me exactly da same thing hahaha funny how he said he thought he had lost his hands sumwhere down da basin while washin em cups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the foregoin though, tmrw I shall be headin back there durin evenin n I suppose the process shudn b as turgid and my body shall b settlin in time again wan laaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don worry Ben, I know ur tryin uberly hard to shed those *unwanted extra load of weights* there n its gonna b a tough ride now. &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT KEEP GOIN ON KEEP THE FAITH jz like HOW THAT NAPPY HEADED&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HANNAH MONTANA&lt;/span&gt; DUMB KIDBIATCH BEEN SINGIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; TO U ON DA RADIOS. keep singing da song to urself everytime ur at it ok? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITSSS DA CLIMBBBB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;n in one 2 months sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;u shall see the proud result of our new lovely bodies yah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SlJZewFeNsI/AAAAAAAAAY0/b_7TTqsP2YI/s1600-h/dbz-triplebroly.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355447646856596562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SlJfQqwWzFI/AAAAAAAAAY8/EelTudst5D8/s320/dbz-triplebroly.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we by then can be super saiyans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;put this up as a poster on ur wall to serve as an inspiration to u aha, Ben&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p/s: Have u ever tried googlin *how to become a super saiyan* ? try, ud be surprised. n in for a lunatic laughin time. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-6182348437463949046?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6182348437463949046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=6182348437463949046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/6182348437463949046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/6182348437463949046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/brawlin.html' title='Brawlin&apos;'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SlJfQqwWzFI/AAAAAAAAAY8/EelTudst5D8/s72-c/dbz-triplebroly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-4428941401390501489</id><published>2009-07-03T03:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:33:05.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>The Black Albino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Skj_RoggHOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0HLeOKC3O74/s1600-h/Michael_Jackson_Forever_by_Felsus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;27-06&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352808835526434018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Skj_RoggHOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0HLeOKC3O74/s400/Michael_Jackson_Forever_by_Felsus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the departed never really departs,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever listened to a song called, " &lt;strong&gt;Ironic&lt;/strong&gt; " by &lt;strong&gt;Alanis Morissette&lt;/strong&gt; before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" an old man turned ninety eight ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he won the lottery, and died the next day.. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyone? I bet this will do sound familiar to alot of ppl out there. Some will be even able to tell u tales bout how they actuali TASTED irony, to some extent, in their own lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cant help it now but to think of a song no other than this one to fit perfectly, albeit harsh and upsetting to say da least, on to this whole life thing Im about to write on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was just 4 midnights ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was wikipedia-ing into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Selena Quintanilla-Perez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. More famously n fondly remembered s&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SkkIVTqbjQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/7t26AH2K5jk/s1600-h/selena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352818794255060226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SkkIVTqbjQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/7t26AH2K5jk/s200/selena.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;imply as Selena thruout her lifetime. Now, I didn know why or how did I that night suddenly stumbled onto the idea of rememberin her controversial death and her the big legacy she left behind. I guess the most fitting reason was that her song " &lt;strong&gt;Dreaming of You&lt;/strong&gt; " came to play on my itunes that night. And so there was a knee-jerk reaction in me to go look up her story of her life again and how this song shot to prominence after her death, only after so long I had her this song on my playlist for years since I was in high school now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To date, I used to remember vaguely that she was gunned down by someone n it was before the release of her new n what would also be her last album. Only after her death did the single Dreaming Of You came out officially n everyone in the US missed and grieved for her so much this song instantly became a cult-hit. Not to say this isn a good song though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But after checkin thoroughly through records n after much wikipedia then I repolished all that I knew bout her I got to know that she was a very very big mega latino genre star in the latin music scene in the US n that she started out singin at a very young age at the streets, trained n managed by her dad. Right before she died, she released a full english album, something she'd always aspired to do, mayb in order for her to break into a US mainstream n gained full international recognition ( she was already a household name in the US by dat time, very very popular, dubbed the *Latin Madonna* ). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And how did she died? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She was killed by the President of Her own Official fan club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first fan who proposed the idea of opening the fan club to her ( rumored to be a lesbian ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ironic? Tell that to your god. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time when I have finished readin up her stories that night, it was already approx 4 am in the midnight. I heard loud clamourin thunder sounds from the outside and rain started to pour down. Because of the continuous strong lightnings that night I pulled plug n went to bed. Bearin in mind sleepin that rarely it has there been heavy rains accompanied by loud thunders at midnights for da past half a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I wake up, He was dead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(tbc)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-4428941401390501489?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4428941401390501489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=4428941401390501489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4428941401390501489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4428941401390501489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/black-albino.html' title='The Black Albino'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Skj_RoggHOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0HLeOKC3O74/s72-c/Michael_Jackson_Forever_by_Felsus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-8308643275325206970</id><published>2009-07-02T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:01:13.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Remembering " WE ARE THE WORLD "</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jcrwu6WGoMs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jcrwu6WGoMs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“One of my specific memories from the ‘We Are The World’ project was when two African women came to the recording session to thank Quincy Jones and all of the other artists that participated in the recording of the song. They attempted to say thank you, but they could barely speak. Their tears spoke volumes and reflected how grateful they were for the gift of song that was being produced, to save so many lives in their country. All of us in that room teared up and that is when it really became clear that WE ARE THE WORLD. Harry Belafonte came with a mission, Quincy Jones produced the song, Michael Jackson and Lionel Richie wrote the song, and Ray Charles and I sang additional ad libs on the end of the record. Now Ray Charles and Michael Jackson are gone. I will miss them.” &lt;strong&gt;--James Ingram&lt;/strong&gt;“One of my specific memories from the ‘We Are The World’ project was when two African women came to the recording session to thank Quincy Jones and all of the other artists that participated in the recording of the song. They attempted to say thank you, but they could barely speak. Their tears spoke volumes and reflected how grateful they were for the gift of song that was being produced, to save so many lives in their country. All of us in that room teared up and that is when it really became clear that WE ARE THE WORLD. Harry Belafonte came with a mission, Quincy Jones produced the song, Michael Jackson and Lionel Richie wrote the song, and Ray Charles and I sang additional ad libs on the end of the record. Now Ray Charles and Michael Jackson are gone. I will miss them.” &lt;strong&gt;--James Ingram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- USA (United Support Of Artistes) for Africa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-8308643275325206970?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8308643275325206970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=8308643275325206970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/8308643275325206970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/8308643275325206970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/remembering-we-are-world.html' title='Remembering &quot; WE ARE THE WORLD &quot;'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-3631681160899143136</id><published>2009-07-02T09:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:14:01.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Got Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well im supposed to be still in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;Honestly&lt;br /&gt;Its 8.30 am n a furore took place half an hour ago between my mom n my younger bro 1st then it came to me facing off wif him.&lt;br /&gt;Took him to skool and my head was blowin up all da way.&lt;br /&gt;Mornin daisies with Family uproar as condiments wtf?&lt;br /&gt;cant get back to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;zzz might as well be up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oi, my car's clutch broke into half ydy in da middle of a traffic.&lt;br /&gt;my mum was drivn it n both me n my dad was in da car&lt;br /&gt;car wasn in motion that time though we were waitin for da traffic light to go green n then SNAP it happened. loud loud thud sound was heard&lt;br /&gt;needed to push da car to da sides n wow came 2 other guys, indian guys from another car. lent me a hand. two hands , two pair of hands I mean.&lt;br /&gt;HAH chinese ppl, whered they go? they kept honkin&lt;br /&gt;thx n Ben drove out to us to offer us a ride&lt;br /&gt;really, thx a whole bunch okay Ben : )&lt;br /&gt;Fren in need Fren indeed huh.&lt;br /&gt;I know Timmy wudn have done this.&lt;br /&gt;I would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh n, CONGRATS KOKSENG ON WINNING UR 1St EVER LOTTERY TICKET SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;2ND PRIZE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD ( callin me up at 3am jz to report this to me u gay ass i knew u were gay! hahaha )&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah im lookin forward to u takin me out for dinner tonight :)&lt;br /&gt;u said it brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-3631681160899143136?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3631681160899143136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=3631681160899143136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3631681160899143136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3631681160899143136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-im-supposed-to-be-still-in-my.html' title='Got Up'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-4020049925690899033</id><published>2009-06-09T02:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T02:50:20.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>How Old Are You, How Young Are You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can stil recall it, as clear as day, when I was only at the tender age of 8 I had an excruciate pain down my navel in my tummy during one midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was awaken by the pain, so much it made me cried out loud and I was burstin in bullet sweats while lyin on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Back then I stil use to sleep wif my "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Kakak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and my younger brother in the same room downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was about 4 sumthin am if im stil right and remembered my kakak was then very annoyed by my cryin n she was yellin at me askin me to shussh to continue sleepin. Clearly she wasn gettin da sleep she wanted. But what she didn see coming then was dat I was about to go to a hospital for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Appendix&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;treatment n had to go thru dat operation. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ahh... well, u nvr know wat awaits u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pickin up back on those hospital stays, those days were the days when my parents would do jz about anythin to pamper me jz to make be a happier child n so dat I would be able to put all those gloom and upsetting white-cladded atmosphere enviroment of the hospital at the back of my mind. And anyone who had to go thru a surgery or operation b4, they shud know how it was like to feel they wanna eat jz about anythin they can think of when theyre havin their stay at da hospital.One's apettite gets so insatiable we would drool over the thoughts of the food outside the hospital, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I for one was no different. but somethin else I reali wanted to have was a toy and a certain hero, monster ass kickin show.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I rmb I told either my kakak, or my young aunt or my mum at my bedside bout how much I wanted to watch it. The next day I woke up to a familiar white &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TV/VCR_combo"&gt;TV/VCR combo &lt;/a&gt;set in front of my bed. It was a 19 inch one, one with a handle on top of it so dat u can carry it and it was from my dad's company which we used to have.(not with us anymre) Lying on top of da set was a brand new tape of an unwatched episode of my favourite childhood idol hero ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345038673636006146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Si1kWrzMmQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BWWrp6J4ZVQ/s200/Black.jpg" /&gt;He is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kamen Rider Black/ Masked Rider Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or simply &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Black Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of coz, after seeing da sight of it I was as happy as any child can be : )&lt;br /&gt;thank you mum n dad. He was my childhood hero, n stil is. Or well, in all fairness. he IS my childhood. My story with him goes a long way back but I think most of us here at the very least would stil b able to remember this black face n used to watch him in action abit when they were young. Masked rider Black was the 9th or 10th Kamen Rider to be added into da Kamen Rider series back then n theyre all based on insects. They were supposed to b created to as tragic heroes and are experiments gone wrong turnin humans into insect-humanoid lookin like creatures killin ppl along the way but this idea was of coz changed to suit da marketing purpose and they were aimin at the children as audiences then. U know, to spin money making process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Although most kids would say they love the newer evolved version of this Kamen Rider Black, which is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;RX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ( this ones more famous he got into US ), I stil think this one kick ass better. haha. N the Black character is one of the best among the Kamen Rider family for his tragic story, soundtracks and of coz, da cool villain &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Shadow Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (every good epic story nits a cool villain, ask FF7's Sephiroth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn get to catch da whole story on him last time when i was younger but lately I was back into da groove sumhow bumpin into him again thru da net. so I sorta been hangin aroun youtube watchin his series again with subtitle (call me a kid). I reali reali like him and I guess I havto admit at this age this big enuf, I have a " man-crush " on Kamen Rider Black haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So much til last year &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;DutchLady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; almost n reali wanted to get me his action figure from ebay for my birthday. She got to know I alwiz wanted one since small but didn actuali get my hands onto one coz its very hard n rare to find a toy of it aroun here. (this tells dat I didn get to hav da certain toy which I mentioned I wanted during my hospital stay.)This idea was then stalled bcoz the new 12 inch action figure would cost nearly 1k. It is apparently a new exclusive model , jz released after all these years for the fans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345043021031466018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Si1oTvHC5CI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PRETDBptNxE/s200/kamen+rider.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its okay, no frets :) we can get it again nex time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, the last time I checked on it agin I heard theres an upcoming new series of Kamen Rider its called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Kamen Rider Decade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or sumthin. It will feature all the previous 13 Kamen Rider includin &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ZO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; n &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Shin Kamen Rider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from the 70s - 90s era of the original creator who , passed away together wif the new dumb robotic lookin ones out there now to fight a bad guy or sumthin. hmm, neh. Don think ill dive my nose into this one, I only like Black dats all not the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, whos your childhood idol? Dig it up and out again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345044389766075266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Si1pjaCzk4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/MNuSY73mXas/s320/800px-ALLRIDE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Malaysia, Kamen Rider Black was back then dubbed as "&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;BAJA HITAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; " in malay wtf, so it means in other words "&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;BlACK FERTILIZER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" in direct translation?? Im so sry Kamen Rider Black wat an insult haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-4020049925690899033?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4020049925690899033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=4020049925690899033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4020049925690899033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4020049925690899033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-old-are-you-how-young-are-you.html' title='How Old Are You, How Young Are You.'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Si1kWrzMmQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BWWrp6J4ZVQ/s72-c/Black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-2335862895673368583</id><published>2009-06-06T02:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:28:49.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Macho Chinese Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SilpoQB8EnI/AAAAAAAAAX8/4ceEwjFEIfs/s1600-h/sri+har.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343918573070586482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SilpoQB8EnI/AAAAAAAAAX8/4ceEwjFEIfs/s200/sri+har.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some of my classmates have recently tried to pull off a prank on me. by creating a so called 'fan page' of mine in facebook. based on some looosely given nickname by Zu or Deepa I dun recall, called the *Macho Chinese Guy* durin our night out at Sri Hartamas bout a fortnight ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am now, no suprise, a laughing stock among my frens zzz even though okay, I myself find it funny at times, n occasionally also throwin in a few odd laughs n jokes on it here n there, but its stil however stupid at best n defaming, degrading  etc at worst! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha ok la huh, its actuali stil quite funny to be frank n they even joked mayb id even get price cuts n free meals at the hawker centres in Penang today if those ppl recognise me this familiar macho chinese guys's face in fb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stil, i think most ppl in my FB's frens list now who aren so sure of this whole true background of this hoo-haa must b thinkin dat "wtf is wrong wif this guy Dennis creatin/havin a fan page of his own?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90% OF EM ALL THINK I MADE IT FOR MYSELF FOR CRYIN OUT LOUD IM A SELFLOVER NUT-NARCISSIST-CASE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;n all those description of myself in the fanpage that goes like " I love my own wittiness n im so cool lovin my awesome coloured contact lenses" shit does little to help in this matter either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;couldn be more true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amount&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dropped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reason.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jury's out but I think they might have deleted me after seeing self professing my big love for myself in a fan page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My paper thin reputation has officially been tarnished n damage's done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank You dear creators/classmates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;p/s: but its stil funny thou hahaa : D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-2335862895673368583?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2335862895673368583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=2335862895673368583' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/2335862895673368583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/2335862895673368583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/macho-chinese-guy.html' title='Macho Chinese Guy'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SilpoQB8EnI/AAAAAAAAAX8/4ceEwjFEIfs/s72-c/sri+har.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-6442718027292455998</id><published>2009-06-05T03:09:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:59:09.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Fly Like Paper, Get High Like Planes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;" I LOVE JESUS ",&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ive been here b4,a few times. And I remember dat vow n line vividly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my friend today told me this , that he saw this exact msg written in his old flame's (ahem) msn personal message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Disgusted he was. really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cant help it but to think its funny how his reaction to it that he thinks it annoys him n gross the hell outta him when it comes to ppl whom are strong believers (with all due respect) to their religion esp devoted christian who cries week in week out come sundays. oh, n also ppl who switches their religion. from buddhist or anythin or nothin else to christianity so to speak.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyhow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my day went on to meetin my close fren n some ,also, from my previous college durin my alevels tenure at Oldtown tonight jz now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;apparently he is back frmo Singapore. and apparently, in the foregoin.. my this close fren *a guy* got together wif my this former college girl fren. jz for da record. theyre studyin together now at the same UNI [NTU] n one thing led to anther at dat fateful place aha. congrats to u ck anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;n so we met we greeted n was all smiles, loved it. sat down, there we went on turnin up our inner chatterboxes n then there we came back to this I LOVE JESUS topic thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343910670593486786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SilicRAk78I/AAAAAAAAAX0/DhjL5TPdYMw/s200/4455_90551956543_626001543_1859170_3887920_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we talked bout hw my the other fren found out bout his old flame former crush's convert to christianity. n also how my fren's new girlfren,, sukyee, how she used to be so overly active in STACT club back then in INTI UC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he said, well, was literally joking bout wtf we fellas n guys oni join clubs, societies, church n those youth meetings to get to know chicks bcoz timmy used to start goin there to get to know munyee haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so there r guys out there whom we very much believe actuali says on their wedding day " THANK GOD FOR MY WIFE N FOR I THAT I HAVE FOUND MY WIFE" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thank god, bcoz he got to know his wife at church bcoz he started goin there wantin to meet girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well, on the I LOVE JESUS msg boldly stated in my fren's old flame msn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im quite well aware that there r guys named Jesus out there. here i dun know. but there r alot of spanish dudes wif that name like well, Jesus Navas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so mayb haha she was actuali referin to her new lover wif the same name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This will actuali gonna b a long post. one of those longer ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so will take this time out to write down my appreciation to my fren, her name is Izzy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For, actuali after readin my blog's entry on Caitlin Crosby's Flawz song, she herself went on, without tellin me, recorded this song in her comp n wanted to change the file type to mp3 so dat i can have it. I know it didn finish dat way in d end but its okay I got the real version which i wanted earlier on thru download.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;u know wat,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im tryin to say here is dat your thoughts count most, count best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;very thoughtful : )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thx a bunch again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For watever it was, the beep and the other 2 songs u help me downloaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I dun know how or since when u became a Liverpool fan urself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hahaha, but i was very very taken aback though when u said that u hav now became a full time supporter of liverpool n yes i know eventhou u dun hav a jersey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;taken aback. but a pleasant suprise one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lol. this sumhow jz gives me da strange vibes of delight coz bsides pris I didn make anyone become a fan as well. Coz i tot ur boyfriend's an Arsenal fan himself so its jz strange i tot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will cut this short now, tired after drivin all the way to the country side to pick up Mango n back to home bcoz we and CK and Suk Yee's headin for a roadtrip tmw mornin to Penang for food,fun,fucks, drinks,chicks or watever. My sorta weekend release therapy I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will say this again to end my entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Great time catchin up wif u guys again tonight CK, Suk Yee, Poh Jin n Ben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SigqpQuxCSI/AAAAAAAAAXs/EU-H8iMdoz8/s1600-h/We__re_gonna_Grove_by_orcunceyhan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343567846229215522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SigqpQuxCSI/AAAAAAAAAXs/EU-H8iMdoz8/s200/We__re_gonna_Grove_by_orcunceyhan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A nice picture and nice scenery goes a long way :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-6442718027292455998?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6442718027292455998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=6442718027292455998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/6442718027292455998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/6442718027292455998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/fly-like-paper-get-high-like-planes.html' title='Fly Like Paper, Get High Like Planes.'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SilicRAk78I/AAAAAAAAAX0/DhjL5TPdYMw/s72-c/4455_90551956543_626001543_1859170_3887920_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-2348744265755936810</id><published>2009-06-04T03:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T03:04:13.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Not Tonight.</title><content type='html'>really want to write tonight&lt;br /&gt;but my plans n thoughts of writing is disrupted, well. mayb not to say disrupted so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;jz an improptu waitin to b happened as i knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n ill write again tmrw i guess or&lt;br /&gt;another day&lt;br /&gt;coz i got a plan to watch da tv tonight too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign off&lt;br /&gt;good night again.&lt;br /&gt;3.03 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-2348744265755936810?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2348744265755936810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=2348744265755936810' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/2348744265755936810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/2348744265755936810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-tonight.html' title='Not Tonight.'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-2510858616395348344</id><published>2009-06-02T03:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:53:34.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Next Stop 8 PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.38 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;n Im stil up readin ghost stories sent in by others at castleofspirit.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its reali hot tonight im tellin u can actuali taste da humidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have not been writing in too much for bout a couple of weeks now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my laptop's gone bonkers n there was an exam b4 dat. well the exams over now n im home so I get to use da desktop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;will be sendin my laptop in for the required tinkerin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;seriously.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dun know wat to say here really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there r though some well worth mentionin stuffs tat took place today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to begin with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. waited for my nex train ride to arrive today to get back to my hometown n I, heres wat, had 4 hours to kill while waitin. n my fone batt was dead thruout da whole ordeal. omg. n I actuali pulled it thru all by myself my own company today in that station .crazy shit haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. my journey home was stalled n stretched even longer bcoz da train took longer than da supposed hours to reach the destination. my dad had to wait an hour longer at the other end to receive me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. got home, n i got out at midnight to look for ben so to check out his new place. apparently this time he moved nearer to where i live. cool. nice house btw.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Had a conversation wif sumone over da fone without da person even sayin a word back at the other end of da line during da whole conversation. haha. go figure.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.watched a dvd n I have now watched Forest Gump so many times I dun remember how many times I have watched it already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to top it off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now my unofficial *fan page* in fb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SiRDUKow-eI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZHgwzVc-r24/s1600-h/Train_by_Pyromaniax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342469071700031970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SiRDUKow-eI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZHgwzVc-r24/s200/Train_by_Pyromaniax.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no, i mean, sry, Macho Chinese Guy's fan page got new fans whom I dun even know them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;michelle. take it dwn already if ur readin this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ive had enuf embarassment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;goin off now to hit the sack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;will try to wake early tmrw to go for abit of swimmin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;have a good night : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;im tryin very hard to jump over this fence already. but i know im not tryin hard enuf. bt dun go 1st without me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-2510858616395348344?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2510858616395348344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=2510858616395348344' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/2510858616395348344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/2510858616395348344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/next-stop-8-pm.html' title='Next Stop 8 PM'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SiRDUKow-eI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZHgwzVc-r24/s72-c/Train_by_Pyromaniax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-2055716015742056565</id><published>2009-05-18T05:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T05:26:10.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Indulgence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/ShB8zc43qdI/AAAAAAAAAXM/h9rQRBJ31D4/s1600-h/what_can_i_call_it_by_LaChatRose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336902781803932114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/ShB8zc43qdI/AAAAAAAAAXM/h9rQRBJ31D4/s320/what_can_i_call_it_by_LaChatRose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty damn sweet picture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wise and safe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unpleasuring. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wat do u see in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-2055716015742056565?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2055716015742056565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=2055716015742056565' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/2055716015742056565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/2055716015742056565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/indulgence.html' title='Indulgence'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/ShB8zc43qdI/AAAAAAAAAXM/h9rQRBJ31D4/s72-c/what_can_i_call_it_by_LaChatRose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-2211523681249682524</id><published>2009-05-04T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:26:21.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dutchlady'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sf8lWs304YI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MUib-dfKr8g/s1600-h/Image(633).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332021555762618754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sf8lWs304YI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MUib-dfKr8g/s200/Image(633).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2007&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332022891538103970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sf8mkdBhPqI/AAAAAAAAAW8/SQG1bFDZpC4/s200/IMG_1357%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;happy birthday : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-2211523681249682524?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2211523681249682524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=2211523681249682524' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/2211523681249682524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/2211523681249682524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sf8lWs304YI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MUib-dfKr8g/s72-c/Image(633).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-3187354817611620701</id><published>2009-05-03T04:06:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:28:23.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Soundtrack Of My Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SfyrKxY2e9I/AAAAAAAAAWk/3ud3IoCh8xY/s1600-h/Soundtrack_of_My_Summer_by_Pheeberz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331324260444437458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SfyrKxY2e9I/AAAAAAAAAWk/3ud3IoCh8xY/s200/Soundtrack_of_My_Summer_by_Pheeberz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The hurdles are here, they lie awaitin in minutes hours seconds steps to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Exams r so near and so close I can feel its warm breath on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember my mate Darryl once wrote bout being more prone to bloggin durin da exam's time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Difficult to disagree . My blogs entries hav shot up da roof of late n Ive nvr written this much b4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mind n brain they work in tandem the best I guess durin da times ur revisin n when u get distracted it leaves s&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SfyrszeMSjI/AAAAAAAAAWs/4ua_Joq0RTo/s1600-h/Catharsis_by_stain_boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331324845119261234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SfyrszeMSjI/AAAAAAAAAWs/4ua_Joq0RTo/s200/Catharsis_by_stain_boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o much gaps here n there for u to wander off n think of other things..other things that u so often didn put much time n thought into it when u were havin ur normal daily routines wif frens n infront of ur monitor screen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Exam period it 'freezes' n 'triggers' our minds in some way I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I believe I shudn b writin my precious time for studies away here but yet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have so much to look forward to after the exams. the summer break technically sayin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So many... new openings n also belated stuffs re openin resumin itself again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And Im now havin this insatiable thirst n crave for a sun-drenched beach spot to lay relaxed n hang out with my frens. after the exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cant wait. Im anticipatin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How will things and all the plans turn out in the comin months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SfyqT9cIeEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/2dsoncbPU0I/s1600-h/Soundtrack_Of_My_Summer_by_wewillbattletheworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331323318786619458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SfyqT9cIeEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/2dsoncbPU0I/s320/Soundtrack_Of_My_Summer_by_wewillbattletheworld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im waitin on my soundtrack of my summer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;back to work now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-3187354817611620701?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3187354817611620701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=3187354817611620701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3187354817611620701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/3187354817611620701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/soundtrack-of-my-summer.html' title='Soundtrack Of My Summer'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SfyrKxY2e9I/AAAAAAAAAWk/3ud3IoCh8xY/s72-c/Soundtrack_of_My_Summer_by_Pheeberz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-9059469690331427460</id><published>2009-05-01T03:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:03:23.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Lollipop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SfrWIFO55tI/AAAAAAAAAWU/PAnbsizcq50/s1600-h/IMG_9919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330808543278393042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SfrWIFO55tI/AAAAAAAAAWU/PAnbsizcq50/s200/IMG_9919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bout a week back I checked with the psp 2000 latest price again,&lt;br /&gt;it went up to a whoppin 1.3 k plus. It was jz 2 months back when it was stil priced at 1k.&lt;br /&gt;Haha ironically lookin back I got it for oni 700 bucks back in june 08. n I was hesitatin contemplatin hard whether to buy it or not for da fear of da price will drop marginally in da comin months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shud I sell it now to gain ?&lt;br /&gt;n hear say Sony's gonna release a new PSP2 ( PSP 4000) with a slide screen later this year.&lt;br /&gt;but the best news is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;TEKKEN 6 IS COMIN TO PLATFORM PSP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn! haha. I cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. I stil hope that this one will come to psp sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330598942335272898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SfoXfs33h8I/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZQkBaMw0h_s/s320/GTA-chobot-comparison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;GTA IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently it is learned that about a month ago a mother of 2 in the UK was murdered by her ex-husband for , well, get ready for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she was literally lockin herself in her room for wat seemed to b about 2 months for most time of the days jus to play this game. in spiting her 2 children of age below 10 starvin in the house n all she did was providin money for them to buy their own food n oni fetchin them to skool when needed to. The ex husband is on weekly routine to her place to check out on da kids but only to find his former wife was well over indulged in Grand Theft Auto 4 in her PS3.&lt;br /&gt;Enraged, warned her. and warned again. End up havin none of it anymore then killed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I guess there was more to the game than da cover girl. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well, gotta wait for the after exams only then Ill get my hands on the psp again : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-9059469690331427460?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9059469690331427460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=9059469690331427460' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/9059469690331427460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/9059469690331427460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/lollipop.html' title='Lollipop'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SfrWIFO55tI/AAAAAAAAAWU/PAnbsizcq50/s72-c/IMG_9919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-4667999357871777602</id><published>2009-04-26T02:42:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:01:12.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Common Jasmine Orange</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I realised there are one too many unhappy entries in my blog lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some says that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We Dont Need To Whisper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a emo blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;come on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yet on second thought, I guess there aren too many things to b cheered bout at the same time too. Lost one of my favourite shirts. Exams aroun the corner n Im stil not upped on da next gear yet. Social life hittin a rock and then goin haywire wildfire next. And technically speakin alone for bout wat seems to be a month. haha. wat am I tokin bout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, a thing to note here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now my entries titles... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;right, they r literally nothin correlative to the posts itself most of the time. Its just dat thing dats happenin durin dat hour/minute/day or so happen that a song is playin at da background that moment or well, some phrases I came across that day itself which I findd particularly catchy n then one of these will somewhat be the title of the entries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know, at times myself lookin at my archive Id naturally get a strange feeling/bemused too by goin thru my entries n lookin at em with strange unrelated titles aha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, though, not all of the titles r really came up dat way. There are some that I really named them accordingly to the the posts I wrote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess this one &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;'Common Jasmine Orange'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; should ring a bell in some of the chinese songs lover head out there : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also, wanna wish Ben's mother all the best wishes n good luck on her new business. Will frequent your cafe as much as I can, promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And for those who thinks that this is a sad place to be in lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey, look . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im happy ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328721729216597794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SfNsLhDcTyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/FVGL9IiFSGI/s200/IMG_9969.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;I hope my smilling picture do me justice now. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im currently listenin to "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The Climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" by Miley Cyrus.&lt;br /&gt;Ya I dun like her music seriously but this ones good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll suddenly hav a new appreciation of Miley Cyrus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Her voice if u listen attentively in this version. You'd realise shes actuali a country genre material.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-4667999357871777602?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4667999357871777602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=4667999357871777602' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4667999357871777602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4667999357871777602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/common-jasmine-orange.html' title='Common Jasmine Orange'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SfNsLhDcTyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/FVGL9IiFSGI/s72-c/IMG_9969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-6940302819784669984</id><published>2009-04-22T00:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T04:14:53.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Ma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;"and do you know for wat its worth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;that You can be rest assured for watever wrong you will do or have done, there will be somebody who will still love you for who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Your mom, and your dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;your saving grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Ppl who you nit their grace to remind you your better than who you are when you're in times of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;desperation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nags you, annoys you scolds you embarras you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Se39mCMxHAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/unrxhRvYt1k/s1600-h/Fire_on_the_horizon__by_Insomnia40977.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327192764116442114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Se39mCMxHAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/unrxhRvYt1k/s200/Fire_on_the_horizon__by_Insomnia40977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;even if you murder someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They will love you still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cant take it away from them&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Im sorry if Im triggerin any hearts or sentiments or whatever you have in you that we all call them the feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I know its not Mother's Day yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;n I know Im in no place to tell u this for I myself have not been the best in playin my part as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;But tell them, before they retire the night or b4 u sleep,either your mom or your dad or your guardian etc the person who looks after you and looks out for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;a goodnight n sleep tight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;and take care, too, if you're now far away from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;they'll know you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you Ms Kat for remindin me something which I have been forgettin so conviniently from time to time again : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-6940302819784669984?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6940302819784669984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=6940302819784669984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/6940302819784669984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/6940302819784669984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/ma.html' title='Ma'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Se39mCMxHAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/unrxhRvYt1k/s72-c/Fire_on_the_horizon__by_Insomnia40977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-9187296971078807407</id><published>2009-04-21T21:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:06:05.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>"Life For Rent"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever listened to a joke so old so many times, you don't find it funny again and you dont remember it being funny anymore? Then come one day, you hear it all over again and then suddenly you remember da familiar feelings of the initial fresh funny moment of the joke again. And then you fall for da joke all over again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just like your 1st kiss, try as hard as u may u find it near impossible to relive the feelings thatve nabbed your senses when u 1st had ur first real kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just mere comparison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Se3LcKUq8ZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/qajwDR1GN2E/s1600-h/dido1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327137618916995474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Se3LcKUq8ZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/qajwDR1GN2E/s200/dido1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327137727219927762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Se3LidyGitI/AAAAAAAAAV0/l5vswlCOYjs/s200/fe7ac501eb2754e88be2eb36cbea.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;do you know wat &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leigh Nash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sixpence None The Richer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have in common?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was sittin alone in da bus today listenin to my ipod where I suddenly realised this when I was on Sixpence's &lt;em&gt;Dont Dream It's Over&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only after so many years of listenin to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They both have haunting mellow voices&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-9187296971078807407?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9187296971078807407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=9187296971078807407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/9187296971078807407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/9187296971078807407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-for-rent.html' title='&quot;Life For Rent&quot;'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Se3LcKUq8ZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/qajwDR1GN2E/s72-c/dido1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-4335955609897716006</id><published>2009-04-19T04:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T04:39:23.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate again'/><title type='text'>Its 3am You Must Be Lonely.</title><content type='html'>b4 I retire the night to my bed,&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna pen down a couple of things here that took place today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. 1st thing Im gonna say sorry to WenHan for not joinin you guys for futsal today.&lt;br /&gt;I jz thought I have to study but hah, end up it wasn a very fruitful day for studyin either. Though my guilty conscience wouldve eaten me up if Id gone for futsal anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. and then one of my lecturers called me in d evenin when I was in my room to ask for my favour in the form of accompanyin her back to the skools office to get sum stuff...she was worried to go it alone coz it was late. zzz. oh well. Gimme an A come this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. And em, after hearin your story Lyie, I guess it wasn like wat I tot of your relationship as all rosy n peachy. Everyones got skeletons in their closet right. But u know wat, I hope things will get better for u guys and you gotta have faith. I know uve been thinkin dat u could relate to my current plight but trust me, your better and it will be alright for u okay.&lt;br /&gt;Dun sweat it girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. B4 I finish this entry,&lt;br /&gt;wanna say here that all my thoughts are with the family of my skool's mamak uncle's family.&lt;br /&gt;I didn get to know wat had happened until dinner just now thru a maintenance guy.&lt;br /&gt;He passed away about days ago.&lt;br /&gt;I dun feel their pain but I know how it is like for them now. Except for the wife and parents of coz. It will be too much for them to bear.&lt;br /&gt;My condolences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It juz gets to us that as colourful as a human's life can be in a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;in between the lines of these colours you get shades of grey and black every here n there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;we will wait for salvation.&lt;br /&gt;Keep the believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-4335955609897716006?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4335955609897716006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=4335955609897716006' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4335955609897716006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/4335955609897716006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-3am-you-must-be-lonely.html' title='Its 3am You Must Be Lonely.'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-5298297793375622953</id><published>2009-04-19T02:54:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:45:49.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Gambit Must Be A Gypsy In Disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Was with Tasmia and Lyie during our lms lecture few days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SeowLFWdSLI/AAAAAAAAAVE/gfiuy0EOuZ4/s1600-h/n534678522_1465907_9909.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326122476292098226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SeowLFWdSLI/AAAAAAAAAVE/gfiuy0EOuZ4/s200/n534678522_1465907_9909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326124886284559186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SeoyXXRb41I/AAAAAAAAAVc/2kyVd-wGuG8/s200/edited2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so the class was havin its break at the hour mark and Lyie took the trouble in attempt to impress us and the fellas aroun our seats with her this lil' trick shes got up her sleeve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SeovyTd6VaI/AAAAAAAAAU8/tuSnG8mJgcw/s1600-h/Card_Games__by_sci_fi_chick.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326122050584728994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SeovyTd6VaI/AAAAAAAAAU8/tuSnG8mJgcw/s200/Card_Games__by_sci_fi_chick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cards trick that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now apparently some of the guys infront brought a deck of cards to the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thats how the cards came about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so yeah... lets see what have she got in store for us heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She priolly thinks shes lyiana blaine or sumthin. she just looks alot like Lana Lang okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so lyie went on to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shuffle da cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;took away bout a quarter/half of the cards away from the deck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;offer me the other half to me and instructed me to pick the top card (they are all lyin facedown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;asks me to remember the card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;places it back on top of the cards again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;she shuffles all of them together in one again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now at this point shes takin card by card away from the deck and onto da table.the exact number of cards shes takin im not sure but i think she has already calculated the required amount to go back to the card i picked jz now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;n then she takes her final card away from the deck and shows it to me, tells me it was da card I had in my hand earlier . Yes it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha and so she repeated dat a couple of times on me n being unimpressed by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I tried to act macho n requested for da cards. The mr smarty-pants me intend to pull one off myself instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I askd tasmia to be my guest, I did exactly da same steps as lyie did but the catch was, to begin with, I didn even know wats da trick bhind or wats da calculation or math bhind it.&lt;br /&gt;I jz duly obliged n followed the steps that I saw for myself .&lt;br /&gt;It was all just a joke im tryin to put me n my friends in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Doin the last part of da trick, whereby I only simply took a number of cards away from the deck I dun even rem how many cards I took.&lt;br /&gt;then finally i picked my last card from the deck n showed it to tash n askd her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* this is your card tash?* (bear in mind I dunknow wat card she picked out jus nw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;she then nodded her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I tot she was playin the fool on me.&lt;br /&gt;I askd again if it was her card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;she nods her head again n then I took a look at lyie feelin bewildered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I said to tash im serious is this your card n she got annoyed by da repeated questioning, again she sed but this time a firm yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lyie looks at me again with a flabbergasted expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;god bless you Dennis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326123972473319090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SeoxiLD27rI/AAAAAAAAAVU/FsH1BtaCqeI/s320/Queen_of_Club_by_Zhaana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a Queen of Club.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Creepy stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-5298297793375622953?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5298297793375622953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=5298297793375622953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5298297793375622953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5298297793375622953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/gambit-you.html' title='Gambit Must Be A Gypsy In Disguise'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SeowLFWdSLI/AAAAAAAAAVE/gfiuy0EOuZ4/s72-c/n534678522_1465907_9909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-5802825568659865382</id><published>2009-04-15T22:33:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:53:51.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>All My Flaws To See</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SeYoMkvVWQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/FDkGZAepzqs/s1600-h/Caitlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324987805897939202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SeYoMkvVWQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/FDkGZAepzqs/s200/Caitlin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SeYndF-ZR5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/ebw22BEVY_E/s1600-h/Caitlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Carly gave me Caitlin Crosby's Stil Have My Heart about 2 months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a new song from a fresh emergin artist and I duly have to thank Carly for that, not a cult hit, but was quite an addictive one that got me hooked to it for at least a week maybe aha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After watchin that video I started to take a liking towards the song and of coz to say the least, da video was funny and funky too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SeYqO3hbvbI/AAAAAAAAAUs/AcKmy84JPbE/s1600-h/l_42ff3501b3587c68453cd628280a4b57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324990044322905522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SeYqO3hbvbI/AAAAAAAAAUs/AcKmy84JPbE/s200/l_42ff3501b3587c68453cd628280a4b57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, Caitlin Crosby caught me eye undoubtedly.&lt;br /&gt;So I went googlin for her and eventually landed myself on her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/caitlincrosby"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Myspace's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/caitlincrosby"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/caitlincrosby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then from there I browsed thru her playlists and found out majority of the peeps hanging out at her page were claimin and confessin their love for her this particular song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Flawz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its got about tens of thousands of hits to it already, so I jz did what I wouldve been ought to do naturally by tryin to have a listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and after that I jz couldn stop repeatin that song on the playlist for the night and ya duhh I was totally hooked on to it literally. The nex mornin I got up n refresh the page the nex thing I found out was that the playlist was gone n apparently Caitlin herself or the page moderator updated her playlist with a bunch of newer songs n a newer version of Flawz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It sounded way out of the former's tune and it didn ring well in my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I tried searchin for da originals one on dat page and alot of other places on da net as well but I didn get it back for awhile. Cant reali blame it coz both the song n the artiste is not as famous as I want them to b yet so da most I could get was da live versions of it in youtube. zzz. neh. not da same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And Carly, umpteen times I asked her for a copy of dat song she says each time, the song is in her hometowns pc and she doesn hav it n would go on to not rememberin to put it in her another computer for the nex few times she got home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Arghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well then, eventually I got to find a couple more versions of Flawz. All different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bout 2 or 3 versions alltogether I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After sumtime not listenin to da original one I now couldn make out which was the one that I initially wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Good grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For wat its worth,&lt;br /&gt;I think I ve come to a conclusion that this shud be da one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its a nice song I reckon&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it'll have me accompanied in my Ipod and not gettin bored of it for the comin weeks at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;(now, I get da notion that Im doin the publicity part for Caitlin Crosby. so do I get my cut?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And yes, Im not checkin the lyrics just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/zeQNeBL6TI/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=666666&amp;amp;primaryColor=cccccc&amp;amp;secondaryColor=333333&amp;amp;linkColor=cccccc"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/zeQNeBL6TI/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=666666&amp;primaryColor=cccccc&amp;secondaryColor=333333&amp;linkColor=cccccc"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/carly-gave-me-caitlin-crosbys-stil-have.html' title='All My Flaws To See'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SeYoMkvVWQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/FDkGZAepzqs/s72-c/Caitlin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-252906176763552531</id><published>2009-04-14T21:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:01:17.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate and popo'/><title type='text'>My Name Is D'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and I miss you grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-252906176763552531?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/252906176763552531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=252906176763552531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/252906176763552531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/252906176763552531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-name-is-d.html' title='My Name Is D&apos;'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-8055534186470117530</id><published>2009-04-10T03:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T04:17:36.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>I'm Afraid Of Britney Spears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;note: The 3rd single from Britney's new album&lt;br /&gt;"If You Seek Amy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spells out obscenity in disguise&lt;br /&gt;where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try give it a guess.&lt;br /&gt;Its in da title itself and also, the lyrics of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;..........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;try sayin to urself the title of the song 'IF YOU SEEK AMY' repeatedly and at a faster speed than normal talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;K &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know, it wasn such a big deal or somekinda hoo-haa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thank you ladies and gentlemen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-8055534186470117530?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8055534186470117530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=8055534186470117530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/8055534186470117530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/8055534186470117530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-afraid-of-britney-spears.html' title='I&apos;m Afraid Of Britney Spears'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-1925900177059411100</id><published>2009-04-09T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T04:04:42.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Come Home Soon You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thanks Joey!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dun know why the hell u made dat call to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the talk after that in msn is, well. heartfelt ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;really. thanks Jin Kazama no.2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(u know Im the no.1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hope u got us souvenirs n gifts from ur Greasy Greece holiday aha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322782380801911634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sd5SX8Bn61I/AAAAAAAAAT8/y5Z0iN5y46I/s320/n667382258_1542584_4539863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-1925900177059411100?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1925900177059411100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=1925900177059411100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/1925900177059411100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/1925900177059411100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/come-home-soon-you.html' title='Come Home Soon You'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sd5SX8Bn61I/AAAAAAAAAT8/y5Z0iN5y46I/s72-c/n667382258_1542584_4539863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-5799525170837082551</id><published>2009-04-05T22:44:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:00:34.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Charles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sdjcrqpa7YI/AAAAAAAAATs/534aiHyOsCg/s1600-h/PhotoMachine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321245602478747010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sdjcrqpa7YI/AAAAAAAAATs/534aiHyOsCg/s200/PhotoMachine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321245705665327394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SdjcxrDBMSI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6Qz2dyDQRuo/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; have you ever felt alone in a crowded room-building ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;have you ever felt you'd wished you'd rather not taste the warm hug but one that comes wif a price?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the kiss that never was, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In places, no one will find all your feelings so deep down inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kept sayin the words to him that was I miss you and I will really really miss you. But how does that come bout, what does it mean really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But if you never try you never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In spite that last kiss, he'll hold on to it and cherish it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until they meet again. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is gonna be really hard, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;state of 30 dormant days begins.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-5799525170837082551?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5799525170837082551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=5799525170837082551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5799525170837082551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/5799525170837082551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/charles.html' title='Charles'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/Sdjcrqpa7YI/AAAAAAAAATs/534aiHyOsCg/s72-c/PhotoMachine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-8316379106295529292</id><published>2009-04-01T22:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:49:10.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Night Oasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;recognize that every day won't be &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sunny&lt;/span&gt;, and when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you find yourself lost in the &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;darkness&lt;/span&gt; and despair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;remember it's only in the &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;black of night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319747793683794706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SdOKbuEwyxI/AAAAAAAAATE/fymxnYvgG3A/s320/Stars_by_natsubayashi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714726408612577946-8316379106295529292?l=spot-thatblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8316379106295529292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714726408612577946&amp;postID=8316379106295529292' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/8316379106295529292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714726408612577946/posts/default/8316379106295529292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-thatblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-oasis.html' title='Night Oasis'/><author><name>Disnyie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088401921749967437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SGpuYYb12NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HExqUANzFqY/S220/DSC00136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6YLjP0fN1g8/SdOKbuEwyxI/AAAAAAAAATE/fymxnYvgG3A/s72-c/Stars_by_natsubayashi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714726408612577946.post-2894831481491741544</id><published>2009-03-31T01:59:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:38:27.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitechocolate'/><title type='text'>Would You Take My Hand And Lead Me To The Middle OF The Dance Floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I 1st watched The O.C,&lt;br /&gt;I did not like it too much.&lt;br /&gt;Well, for one, i didn think the script story was constructive enuf?&lt;br /&gt;I guess the main lead actor Ryan was jz too stupid n jz too brawl n seth was right when he sed this during one part of da show "ryan ur da brawl n im da brain".&lt;br /&gt;True enuf, everythin revovles aroun Ryan goin aroun wif his heavy fiery head and his beat-him up antics (he is always engaged in physical tussles) and he jus hav to set things right in each epi n then  save the at times ridiculously foolish Marrissa.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;well i loved the beach n da neighbourhood though&lt;br /&gt;aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this is a video of one part of a certain episode&lt;br /&gt;in this few scenes, were accompanied by a near perfect song fit (rightly so) with an almost spot on timing to be on the same wavelength flow of the scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best music moments in a tv drama series I have seen by far,&lt;br /&gt;ones that will be in ur head for a long time whenever u encounter any happenings similar to this particular episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_HweIzZtIE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_HweIzZtIE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In retrospective, however,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;U kinda miss The O.C &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And this one gives me goosebumps n butterflies each time I see it. Sometimes in movies a scene goes flush with the song (well this is wat disney's good at right ). This is one of those times. That song ..really makes you think of the deeper meaning of the mov. Very underrated movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KRCZLBSOilU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KRCZLBSOilU&a
