<?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-8457351296127981998</id><updated>2011-12-03T00:30:06.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach's Garbage of the Day</title><subtitle type='html'>The maybe daily/weekly/monthly rubbish disposal of Zach's thoughts to the outside world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-4994331117219233009</id><published>2011-12-03T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T00:30:06.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh.</title><content type='html'>Tell me what's the difference when you already clearly said you can't.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you've already started following the footsteps. What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know. If you know me well enough, you know. If you don't, you don't. I guess it's the latter. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the best too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-4994331117219233009?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/4994331117219233009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=4994331117219233009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/4994331117219233009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/4994331117219233009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2011/12/meh.html' title='Meh.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-8003351520319960863</id><published>2011-09-13T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T19:21:15.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you stopped trying to prove things;</title><content type='html'>the world stops as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the same as when you stop your car, you won't be able to go where you want to go in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped. I stopped because it was just too similar to what I have been through, it won't ever again be of something of importance but it will certainly be something that will be forgotten as time pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, things are always brighter when you open yourself up. I will, definitely without any hesitation whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope for the best and hope for good things to happen in due time; and this time it better be the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again I will make myself the one making all the sounds and all the claps. Never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-8003351520319960863?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/8003351520319960863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=8003351520319960863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8003351520319960863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8003351520319960863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-you-stopped-trying-to-prove-things.html' title='When you stopped trying to prove things;'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-8423709256879424940</id><published>2011-08-14T12:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T12:52:18.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The answer to the question</title><content type='html'>You asked me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied; "Cold".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ignorance and taken for-granted".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forgotten".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied; "Be yourself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't judge a book by its cover".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never follow something you don't want to do".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that the words that are said are oftentimes different from the actions that are acted out. I am the same, but I never or at least try to not do so to others, except when it's me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, just be yourself and mean what you say, I would say to you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still a friend, a bloody good one in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-8423709256879424940?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/8423709256879424940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=8423709256879424940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8423709256879424940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8423709256879424940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2011/08/answer-to-question.html' title='The answer to the question'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-3154068265702271906</id><published>2011-07-16T06:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T06:22:51.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>What is with the dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is with the occasional missing heartbeat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions but so little time. Here I am now, still turning around the same circle not stepping out of it yet. Always I would just retract and enter the shell again. But why...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing? Are you fine? Do you miss things as well? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Would&lt;/span&gt; you miss things as well?&lt;br /&gt;The answers somehow will just come to me like a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;You're no longer here with me, afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How 'if' and 'hope' plays a big role in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams. I wonder if they were real...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-3154068265702271906?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/3154068265702271906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=3154068265702271906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3154068265702271906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3154068265702271906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2011/07/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-2329465250460359174</id><published>2011-07-12T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T15:05:25.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reset</title><content type='html'>I 'restarted' myself because you are doing so in my eyes. I don't want to be the one holding you back in your life anymore; no more limitations, no more questions, no more doubts, no more lies and no more mistrusts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you once said; everything I do in fact pushes you to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At least you are happy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am wrong, then I will be the one who bears all consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 BunBun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-2329465250460359174?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/2329465250460359174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=2329465250460359174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/2329465250460359174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/2329465250460359174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2011/07/reset.html' title='Reset'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-4866170254037882825</id><published>2011-07-03T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T18:47:46.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter One: The Beginning</title><content type='html'>Every beginning has an end; and every end has a beginning. That is what they say, and that is how life goes. The only thing is; how do you take and cope the beginning and the end throughout life? Everyone takes it differently, everyone move on to a different period when they are done with one, and then never recollect the past. But as for me, I do not possess the ability to do so, or at least so soon in my point changes. I never adapted changes very well every single time life turns its directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary school, I had a sudden change of friends. Which is kinda hard to cope with too and furthermore it wasn't my decision to actually skipped a year of studies and advancing. Never have I wanted to leave nor proceed, I wanted my own pace in the things I do but it was not for me to decide during that time. In the end, I dwelved into a world of unknown people, but I managed to live through it. I managed to live through the bullying, the outcast and the lonely period. I thought I was done changing; but I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school makes more sense in life. Maybe it was because I was a little more matured back then compared to when I was in primary; things weren't all so great either. I broke a heart, and then my heart got broken. I somewhat believed in karma after that; it made me realise that if you don't want something similiar happen to you, don't do it to others. I'm so sorry for breaking another's heart, and I am glad that my heart was broken so I would know how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing. Life is not all about kindness and chances. They are more of taking things away from you and replacing them with a new one; in terms of education, food diet, etc. It changes you, hardens you and taking you into a whole new world everytime you 'level up'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to write here are not explainations to the things I have done; but instead to the life that I have lived, that I feel I should read again one day and remember how much I missed. It may be nothing to the most of you, but to me it was something; and this something deserves its own story. It might be similiar with some people or differ  to some others but all I would say is, if you want to continue reading then just read and not compare or judge anything; it is merely just a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beginning: is not about the beginning of my life; it is the beginning of a relationship which I find, rather peculiar and unique. Abrupt and coincidental, special and normal. How things developed. how it changes the lives for the both of us. How we supported each other in a way that no one would ever understand. Here, the beginning was rather simple and blatant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was there, right before me. I was just doing my job, as a commitee member for a certain event here in my campus. I remember clearly; with her white outfit and a funky pink bandana, which captured my eye and questioned me. "Why in the world is someone standing here who is not even a commitee dressed like this?", I asked my friend, who was right beside me and she jeered at me and asked me to stop looking and drooling all over the floor. Which I did, with a whole lot of questions in my head that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, on the day of the event, I was on duty guarding and administering a booth. There she was, again, with the same outfit and the same bandana on her head. This time, she was with a guy. I instantly felt that tinge of depression in me. I thought that the guy was her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next following minutes, they were getting ready near the stage, with a directional mat ( the ones you see on the Dance Dance Revolution machines in arcades, but this one is portable ) and placing it on the floor. I was right, it was that Japanese dance game, and she was going to perform there near the stage, with her boyfriend; which she did and it was mind-blowing. They were playing the game, without even looking on the screen to know which directional buttons they should press and it certainly got all of us amazed, including myself. They danced to it as though as it was a routine, while on the mat itself which caught everyone's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was over, everyone clapped. I looked at her; she was tired. The urge to offer her a bottle or a glass of water was there, but obviously I do not know her at all and doing so would make me a douchebag ( or rather a sweet douchebag, depends on how it would happen ). She and her boyfriend packed up and left right after, leaving me with more questions in my mind. I went around after they left to ask about the performance, then I learnt that the 'boyfriend' was no boyfriend at all, it was her own brother! A little glint of hope, I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tedious and tiring. I had no idea who she was, what her name was and where she was from. I spent my time searching through Friendster, as Facebook didn't exist yet during those days. It took me quite some time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;honestly&lt;/span&gt;, to finally find her on Friendster. She had the most unique name I have ever heard or read of in my entire life. Without any hesitation, I messaged her; or rather, smiled at her as what Friendster called it back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"hey r u the one in GACC &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;two years&lt;/span&gt; ago (or maybe, recently) did that superb dance dance revolution game with your brother or something like that? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then replied me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes, it was me! were u there as well?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yes I was. Well, that was the first time I actually talked to her. The beginning of something far larger than I could have imagined to myself. A memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-4866170254037882825?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/4866170254037882825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=4866170254037882825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/4866170254037882825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/4866170254037882825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2011/07/chapter-one-beginning.html' title='Chapter One: The Beginning'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-7816950209128332726</id><published>2011-06-26T01:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T02:03:24.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rumble that I will Ignore.</title><content type='html'>There are things that you claim I assume, yet with my own very eyes it happens. Don't pretend all around things are what they are not for the world to see. I learnt that the hard way once upon a time. Living on with life and living on with life, dating; is two separate things to be considered. YOU, of all people should know it better. But then again, with the past flaws and the past arguements, it'll add up with the distance and the cover ups. Yet you fail to see how much this is making things bad for the both of us. Yet you want time, but time to live life is not considered as time to date others, correct me if I'm wrong. I do not know the wants and the needs of you anymore, and I would rather stop myself from being the roadblock to your 'life', as what happened to me thanks to 'life'. Again, YOU of all people should know better. Fame and fortune will end one day, and I sure do hope as hell that when that day comes you will know how much you've been missing on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-7816950209128332726?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/7816950209128332726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=7816950209128332726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7816950209128332726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7816950209128332726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-rumble-that-i-will-ignore.html' title='Random Rumble that I will Ignore.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-1438864708387419770</id><published>2011-03-11T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T14:48:47.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>I wonder. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we were still good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you did not lose your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there was nobody else except me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you stayed true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were there beside me always when I needed you most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will be my outcome today? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will us be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny how things develop now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-1438864708387419770?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/1438864708387419770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=1438864708387419770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/1438864708387419770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/1438864708387419770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2011/03/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-4662613403019258644</id><published>2011-01-15T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T10:17:12.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysm =(</title><content type='html'>Miss you so much =( ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is not what I would say now. I certainly didn't say 'mysm =(' to anybody. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check a certain wallpost in facebook to be sure! Why did I do that in the first place? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm better off. I have to be. I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mysm? much you sad, miss. It'll make you sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-4662613403019258644?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/4662613403019258644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=4662613403019258644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/4662613403019258644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/4662613403019258644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2011/01/mysm.html' title='Mysm =('/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-7690016205142088084</id><published>2011-01-14T02:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T02:55:26.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just saying.</title><content type='html'>Alvis Kong, I'm curious on how you have the balls to jump off a building. I haz vertigo. Can I un-vertigo myself? :/ Then it'll make things easier to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;My.&lt;br /&gt;Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll certainly make me sleep proper at night, I can assure you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-7690016205142088084?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/7690016205142088084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=7690016205142088084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7690016205142088084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7690016205142088084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-saying.html' title='Just saying.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-2606068512821498252</id><published>2011-01-13T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T13:19:15.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrow</title><content type='html'>If god were to kill me right now I'd be happy for the rest of my life. No more FYP, no more assignments and no more feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra, I've failed you.&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be free too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-2606068512821498252?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/2606068512821498252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=2606068512821498252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/2606068512821498252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/2606068512821498252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2011/01/sorrow.html' title='Sorrow'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-5528169075951668164</id><published>2011-01-11T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:55:14.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KCUF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I want to hate and murder so much right now. I feel like doing so. I was never at the top of your list. Knowing that, still I kept my stance and I marched on to my death. Should've seen it coming. I felt that it was never about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;=) May all be well the next few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A beautiful flower will always attract bees; a bee will never be King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As the tides turn then you shall see the true wonders of a certain, working bee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Paramore wrote in one of their songs; "That's what you get when you let your heart win". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;P.S.: please don't ask because I do not wish to tell. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-5528169075951668164?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/5528169075951668164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=5528169075951668164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5528169075951668164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5528169075951668164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2011/01/kcuf.html' title='KCUF'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-5894125369155158762</id><published>2011-01-09T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T19:23:17.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You are. =) Happy, I'm not. =(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But nevertheless, you'd be happier now right? Life goes on as per normal to you. But never to me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Until the time when you realise everything was a mistake then it might just be too late. But what the hell, the problem has always been with me, not you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So for now, goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Treasures, to me, are to be bought; never to be stumbled upon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-5894125369155158762?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/5894125369155158762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=5894125369155158762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5894125369155158762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5894125369155158762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2011/01/free.html' title='Free.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-6897797914193495848</id><published>2011-01-09T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T01:23:37.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASS, MID LIFE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assignments, midterms, life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:) happy happy joy joy. I got myself an apple product and sold my soul to the devil. Therefore I'm no longer eating right as my budget has been cut. Man that sucks. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At least I know why I'm getting it for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Peer pressure elimination. Everywhere you go you'll see somebody holding one, or at least holding something that looks like one so I guess getting it will make you like one of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know it's a stupid reason but it's a reason nonetheless HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Emo-spending. Getting something to be happy of makes you less miserable with your life, I guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Experimental testing. I want to know, what happens if I eventually get one. Since I've been looking at people texting away so easily so maybe if I get one I'd be the one texting away easily. Sadly this part here is still a failure. I got less texts. But all is 'well'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Parents-know-you-die situation awareness. I'm now living a double-life, potato outside, apple inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's all I guess, if I survive number 4, meaning I'm going to be a little bit burden-less. XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not that I have nothing else to be burdened about. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Damn. Whatsapp anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-6897797914193495848?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6897797914193495848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=6897797914193495848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6897797914193495848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6897797914193495848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2011/01/ass-mid-life.html' title='ASS, MID LIFE.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-6498798760420471915</id><published>2011-01-03T03:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T03:08:29.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!</title><content type='html'>Smile with your heart and you'll feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile broadly and make the world a happy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, just.... smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're doing fine !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-6498798760420471915?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6498798760420471915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=6498798760420471915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6498798760420471915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6498798760420471915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2011/01/smile.html' title='Smile!'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-477965859172741887</id><published>2010-12-31T02:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T02:11:25.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyawa-nyawa ikan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Wahai budak-budak nakal yang baca blog ini sekalian, saya ingin mengucapkan terima kasih kepada sesiapa yang telah pertama sekali menjumpai dan menyedari yang blog ini telah dihidupkan semula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Screw that sh*t. LOL. Yes I'm emo but I'm alright, won't pull off the "kill myself by jumping down a building" kinda crap, if I wanna kill myself I'll do it in style. Haha. Maybe, driving around with a sports car carrying a machine gun after parachuting into the car, before that sky-diving my way through flak cannons and survive bailing out from a fighter jet.  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Or maybe I'll go clean with the shotgun-point-head-bang style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyway, Happy New Year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bet next year's gonna be a 'blast'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My new year's resolution: =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What's yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-477965859172741887?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/477965859172741887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=477965859172741887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/477965859172741887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/477965859172741887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2010/12/nyawa-nyawa-ikan.html' title='Nyawa-nyawa ikan.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-4723725001707406481</id><published>2010-12-28T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T23:52:16.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secure?</title><content type='html'>Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immense frustration.&lt;br /&gt;Intense pain.&lt;br /&gt;Unimaginable circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes to a Shattered heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-4723725001707406481?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/4723725001707406481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=4723725001707406481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/4723725001707406481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/4723725001707406481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2010/12/secure.html' title='Secure?'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-2816043476423887601</id><published>2010-12-28T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T17:18:36.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zachemo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why do people still tend to go out with other people when they already have somebody at home loving them? Maybe they're bored of them, or maybe it's just logic: Tiger Woods does it, why not you? Thus, there you are excluding lust from your heart while you see lust right infront of you from an angle you don't want it to be. Weirdly so, maybe things happen and are done for a reason, and the reason you may not know well but brutally executed just to show you how much your heart can handle. My heart can't handle it, mind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Funny. How I turn to writing to express myself rather than to just express myself to the problem at hand. I for one hate changes, no idea why. Changes come in forms: good change makes your world go round, bad change makes you piss your pants and the in-between change that sometimes will tend to screw up your life either in a bad or worse conditions. At least that's how I picture it. I'm having the in-between change, not-so-easy yet not-so-hard to endure. Okay scratch the last part that's total bullsh*t. It's hard alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Though, as ill-fated as you may be, things will always repeat itself. That is where people say "history repeats itself" and starts comparing the future and the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just try not to be emotional about it, I suppose? But no, you can't. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't. I'm emo. Zachemo. Darn it. Wake up and stop burning yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-2816043476423887601?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/2816043476423887601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=2816043476423887601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/2816043476423887601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/2816043476423887601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2010/12/zachemo.html' title='Zachemo.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-3737064597036489843</id><published>2010-12-28T04:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T05:05:26.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-pity and self-realization.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's late and it's dark. Though I may have been in a better state, I still have to say that I feel kinda.... off key lately. For so long now I have been in a deep slumber and I feel bad against my abandoned blog. Therefore I am back here, with a new post on a new day oncoming a new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one have a thought on the matters regarding myself. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I maybe a person whom might give a whole lot of allowance to people whom I care about, say, leniency. At least I think I am. Then again, I might be wrong and I am making a fool of myself here on this page stating myself as a person who thinks highly of himself. Which is wrong. I do not do so. I feel low, in fact; so low that I actually crave for things that are out of my reach and yet clinging on to the facts that it might happen, one day. For example: getting myself an Iphone 4. Damn that device and it's peer pressure effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/TRj-sg0X9hI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Nu-zrde680E/s1600/apple-logo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/TRj-sg0X9hI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Nu-zrde680E/s200/apple-logo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555470181038814738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This darn apple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though, I think on matters regarding love, I fail completely in terms of giving up. I'm in love and I'm not afraid to say it. I'm in love with a perfect person and I'm not afraid to say it right here, right now within the confines of my room with a netbook. For I am not a perfect person to start of with, I am also not a person who will entertain secrets kept apart from me and take no for lies. I am for what I am and I hope that you'd agree with me and not go against it. To me, personally, I would understand or make myself understand everything that will be thrown at me if only from the start there are nothing to be barred from. To me, why hide things when you're already in a relationship? They only mare the existance of it and not re-kin them. Love to me, is a bliss where nothing should impede; including lies. I would for one do the same if the situation is reversed, as I feel you have the right to know with no holds barred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am proud of what I have, regardless. I am proud of everything I've done so far and proud of many, many other things that are not my achievement to say. I am proud of the fact that I stood there with you during the year climbing up the rocky hills. I am glad that we're here, after so long, after everything that have been said and done. I am glad that I love you with all my heart.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With a new year coming and a new life ahead upon graduation, my resolution for year 2011 is to re-live every moment I had for the past 21 years of my life. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all the ramblings I have for now. I guess. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.. please stay that way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just the way you are, said Bruno Mars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-3737064597036489843?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/3737064597036489843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=3737064597036489843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3737064597036489843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3737064597036489843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2010/12/self-pity-and-self-realization.html' title='Self-pity and self-realization.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/TRj-sg0X9hI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Nu-zrde680E/s72-c/apple-logo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-6455568873997100877</id><published>2010-05-28T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T18:10:14.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, you.</title><content type='html'>=) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you liked all the plans that's been done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-6455568873997100877?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6455568873997100877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=6455568873997100877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6455568873997100877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6455568873997100877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-you.html' title='Happy Birthday, you.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-7120902892897740211</id><published>2010-02-14T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T18:51:49.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Valentine's, Chinese style</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I've been missing for awhile in my blog. I gotta say, there were times where I wanted really bad to post up something but laziness overwhelms and thus I ended up doing something else instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's the first day of Chinese New Year. I'm back home right now from all the commotion and what-so-ever, where I had to walk a lot. Woke up as early as 9 a.m. to go to my grandparent's place, where I slept at 4 in the morning yesterday because of a friend who called me in the middle of the night/morning to tell me his car has broken down! Amo with his two 'amoh' friends, both Germans whom I fetched back home with him. So technically this is how I started my Chinese New Year celebration:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supernatural series -&gt; a game of DotA -&gt; pushed a car -&gt; slept for 4 hours plus -&gt; met Adrian at the temple -&gt; met CS at my grandma's neighbour's place =.= (this is unexpected, seriously) -&gt; met my Singaporean aunt who's about 2 years older than me (I think) -&gt; back home now, after bathing, still feeling hot like crap thanks to the weather, blogging before going for dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in case you want to know what's going on today, that's about it I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day to all the couples I know out there. :) You're doing great, so keep it up alright? I always keep this in mind: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. If I'm single:- there's always somebody perfect for you out there, you just gotta wait patiently for the right time to act. Don't be too cheezy( though I admit I am), often remember chivalry and act normal, like yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. If I'm NOT single:- there are times when you're gonna have ups and downs, just make sure your boat doesn't sink during the process. You only get one chance in your life with that person, so do not screw up, REAL BAD. If you're two-timing then look in the mirror and screw yourself hard because you're breaking two hearts at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's about it, on what I can think about Valentine's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Coconut House. I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you.I'd like to wish you Happy Valentine's Day, HunHun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's time for me to go now before my mom hacks me to death for being on the computer instead of getting ready. Bye! Happy Chinese New Valentine's Year Day! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. : I'm sorry it withered. :( But it did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-7120902892897740211?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/7120902892897740211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=7120902892897740211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7120902892897740211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7120902892897740211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-valentines-chinese-style.html' title='First Valentine&apos;s, Chinese style'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-3194683175911903584</id><published>2010-01-13T21:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:47:22.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to a friend of mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear Sandra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was just yesterday that I met you in Jusco, with your pink coloured belt-thing-a-ma-jig, that you tried to keep it hidden but obvious to everyone. You greeted me by commenting about my hair, saying how short it is now compared to the last time you've seen me; and how you hated the hairstyle yet again. You looked shocked, looking at me with my ice cream in hand. But, it makes me wonder why when I asked "what are you doing here?" and you replied "I don't know". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I still remember the day when I was at your place, how we talked about all the things that we're not really supposed to. How you would always remind me how lucky I am, while I would deny it and say you were in a better condition. Then you would scold me by calling me dumbo or stupid. But now, I wouldn't have a person who would nudge me on MSN just to call me NeNePot (or your style of saying which is 'nnp'). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I of course remember the time when I was in KL, how you, together with us walked from your house in KL to the bus stop. We shopped like crazy (correction, you did the shopping, not me) and how we shared our food scarcely, in Tony Roma's. You loved Manhattan Fish Market so much that you licked the plate clean. You walked so much, till you were wearing that weird-looking fur boots while you shopped in Topshop. Yeah not to forget, you got your death-ride from a friend of mine who forgot his AAR ticket and had to turn back home to get it. But, you kept quiet, not a single mutter of anger or disappointment. Instead, you went on marching right till the concert starts, where I felt so bad at that point. I'm sorry, Sandra. I'm so sorry for being a burden that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm really glad that I was able to celebrate your 21st birthday with you; that I was one of the "important guest" who got invited to your awesome BBQ party. Really. I'm glad I went. I still remember how you would constantly ask if I'm feeling comfortable or not, where my replies are always accompanied by food in my mouth. Especially fried chicken. Or your awesome jelly that's looks like a normal jelly pudding except it's not really like jelly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For all the badminton times, how you would just call me 2 hours before the time we're supposed to play. I really wish right now that I could go for badminton with you, maybe for just one more time. You can show me your weird legs and hands and bones again. You can remind me not to smash the shuttlecock again. You can 'chia' me 100 Plus again. Would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will always, ALWAYS, cherish the gift you got me for my birthday. I promise, I'm gonna read it till the end and hope I can follow some of the advices given there. Yes, I do need the book. Thank you again, Sandra, for that. I'll never forget and stop appreciating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, and I wanna ask you why; why did you leave so soon? Why did you? I'm denying all the facts therefore I'm writing this to you so you would visit here and comment on my post. But I guess I'm just putting my hopes real high. I'll never stop hoping though, Sandy, for you're one of the best-est friend I've ever had. Take care, there. I'm gonna meet you there someday and when that day comes, I'm telling you all my stories and you tell me all about yours and we'll eat whatever you like, while talking till we flip ourselves. Goodbye for now, Sandra. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your NNP friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Z.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-3194683175911903584?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/3194683175911903584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=3194683175911903584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3194683175911903584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3194683175911903584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2010/01/letter-to-friend-of-mine.html' title='A letter to a friend of mine.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-2209493136804782257</id><published>2010-01-06T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:25:58.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the end...</title><content type='html'>...... of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell. I can still remember everything that happened throughout the year, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-2209493136804782257?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/2209493136804782257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=2209493136804782257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/2209493136804782257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/2209493136804782257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-end.html' title='It&apos;s the end...'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-6764402698573125184</id><published>2009-12-27T16:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T17:14:45.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Szck1x5jvxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WRRGg_pverg/s1600-h/DSC00850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Szck1x5jvxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WRRGg_pverg/s200/DSC00850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419841182910103314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-6764402698573125184?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6764402698573125184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=6764402698573125184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6764402698573125184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6764402698573125184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/12/love.html' title=''/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Szck1x5jvxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WRRGg_pverg/s72-c/DSC00850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-5667048807779233885</id><published>2009-12-27T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:50:53.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay for me!</title><content type='html'>Hey. I'm a childish, coward guy who loves to make stupid acts that make people sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm emo and my hair plays it's part. No I'm not going for the RM40 haircut againnnnnn... But later la my haircut, grandparents nagging non stop which makes my parents nag non stop as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm still smiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-5667048807779233885?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/5667048807779233885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=5667048807779233885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5667048807779233885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5667048807779233885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/12/yay-for-me_27.html' title='yay for me!'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-6390265015129135999</id><published>2009-12-26T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T18:29:38.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-6390265015129135999?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6390265015129135999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=6390265015129135999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6390265015129135999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6390265015129135999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/12/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-5846165015705727168</id><published>2009-12-26T17:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T02:31:00.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to remind me of the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;It pains me to see that it won't be up anytime soon. Probably never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me so much every time I think about it, though I hope it will go away; this nightmare of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See through my eyes to know the pain hiding beneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are still out there, come home. I missed you so; words can barely describe how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me smile once more; or like I have never been before. Show me, what is the truth and what is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the clock strikes 12; before the bell sounds its last ring, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;come home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-5846165015705727168?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/5846165015705727168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=5846165015705727168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5846165015705727168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5846165015705727168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-to-remind-me-of-days.html' title='Something to remind me of the days'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-3193243217309363435</id><published>2009-12-22T02:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T02:33:01.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th on the 20th and 14th on the 21st.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I'm posting this on the 22nd.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hey YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm just gonna post this here as a reminder to US. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We're both just back from a trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;14th, and it's going stronger than ever! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Though I bet you forgot, mi rite? =P  &lt;------------- see I used this again!! *oh oh...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But nevertheless, I'm happy. Very. Happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh and another thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thank you for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;mini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; cheese cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You made my 20th on my 20th a blast, ya know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Especially with the basket toss nyahahahaha!! Which finally I got to witness its awesomeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Time to study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That goes to you too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jia you right back at ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And to whoever it may concern LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-3193243217309363435?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/3193243217309363435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=3193243217309363435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3193243217309363435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3193243217309363435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/12/20th-on-20th-and-14th-on-21st.html' title='20th on the 20th and 14th on the 21st.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-3855493723617046105</id><published>2009-12-11T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T14:44:18.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Erase thyself from the face of the earth, to save a soul that's far greater than thyself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If thou hearts, then thou art to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Romance is a distant thing on this road of death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-3855493723617046105?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/3855493723617046105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=3855493723617046105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3855493723617046105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3855493723617046105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/12/erase-thyself-from-face-of-earth-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-5449513029523792266</id><published>2009-12-09T03:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:33:12.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAPSFORTHEWIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sx6ppDK-P1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/lwnFX5q_r9U/s1600-h/fuck_a1_poster_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sx6ppDK-P1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/lwnFX5q_r9U/s400/fuck_a1_poster_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412950324836974418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF ALL THE THINGS TO SCREW UP ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL MY PHONE IS GONE. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F**K THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKING IN CAPS IS GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR ANGER MANAGEMENT THAT IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was me.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm really really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;You did well and I can tell everyone is proud of you regardless of what not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-5449513029523792266?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/5449513029523792266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-6372220061108772229</id><published>2009-11-23T04:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:34:11.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I looking for a star that doesn't shine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be rather bright.&lt;br /&gt;But now it died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it not the time for it to shine yet again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please.&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do shine like you used to&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited till I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am up again 4 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Tears, a bucket.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow, a day.&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/8457351296127981998-6372220061108772229?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6372220061108772229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=6372220061108772229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6372220061108772229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6372220061108772229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/11/am-i-looking-for-star-that-doesnt-shine.html' title=''/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-8901052376578323825</id><published>2009-11-21T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:13:36.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hey you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's past 12 now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Though, when you're reading this, I might be already asleep or still sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We've just reached 13. Which is exactly past 12 when I'm posting it after 12a.m. now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-8901052376578323825?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/8901052376578323825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=8901052376578323825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8901052376578323825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8901052376578323825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey.html' title='Hey.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-8142009888399461826</id><published>2009-11-18T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:31:59.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem for the heart</title><content type='html'>I took your hand,&lt;br /&gt;knowing it will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I held my breath,&lt;br /&gt;every time when you're next to me.&lt;br /&gt;I even skipped a heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;when you whispered those words unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we first held hands.&lt;br /&gt;They were warm and they filled me up with butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,&lt;br /&gt;how can I forget?&lt;br /&gt;When you dragged me away to a corner&lt;br /&gt;just so you can say how much I meant to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would spend time in the park,&lt;br /&gt;telling each other stories.&lt;br /&gt;Even with the pressure,&lt;br /&gt;we held on tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the cold breeze came.&lt;br /&gt;Erasing everything out.&lt;br /&gt;Separated.&lt;br /&gt;Disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'll say as long as I'm still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breathing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all in the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;Secret love.&lt;br /&gt;Silent love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-8142009888399461826?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/8142009888399461826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=8142009888399461826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8142009888399461826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8142009888399461826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-took-your-hand-knowing-it-will-be.html' title='A poem for the heart'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-2389689065228197600</id><published>2009-11-17T02:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:55:37.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, attention is needed.&lt;br /&gt;You just have to know when to give and when not to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, care is needed.&lt;br /&gt;You just have to tell when to care and when not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;Deja vu sucks, at times.&lt;br /&gt;Because it lets you feel fear when there's nothing to fear about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-2389689065228197600?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/2389689065228197600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=2389689065228197600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/2389689065228197600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/2389689065228197600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-attention-is-needed.html' title=''/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-6379815812300422867</id><published>2009-11-16T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:41:06.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of E, M, and O.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've something that's been bugging me lately.&lt;/span&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have trouble &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;sleeping at night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;See, there's this thing... with the pillows and the weather all so cozy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm afraid that when I close my eyes, I won't wake up. But but but... I can't shut my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, that's because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S BEEN RAINING EVERYDAY BUT I'M LOVING IT!&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minus the times when I had to walk to campus in the rain&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it rains I tend to go to bed at 7pm and wake up at 11pm then can't sleep at all till 3am approximately. Fun cycle eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so with nothing better to do..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I get emo. :( &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After an hour, more emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Add 3 hours to the count, imagine what 'emo' means to me? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now here I am, reading notes for my midterm this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;. :( emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT &lt;/span&gt;big thing, It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;SOMETHING &lt;/span&gt;alright. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak boleh tidur, belajar la apa lagi? (ataupun DotA XD)&lt;br /&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/8457351296127981998-6379815812300422867?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6379815812300422867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=6379815812300422867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6379815812300422867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6379815812300422867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/11/lots-of-e-m-and-o.html' title='Lots of E, M, and O.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-5569206202581442457</id><published>2009-11-15T14:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:12:49.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusty Remains of the Bat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whoa, how long have I abandoned this blog? Well since I have nothing better to do today, other than to study for my mid term which is this Thursday so I'll blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Where to start? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, I was just back from a one day trip to Ipoh. In a van. Legs were folded like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paper cranes&lt;/span&gt;. Though, I was happy enough to go. To be able to see live was awesome, you. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My father got into an accident and ruptured his knee cap. So now he's at home 24-7 with a huge-@ss cast on his left leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't wait for a few more days. I really can't! Cuz cuz cuz..... there's something 'big' that's gonna happen!! Hey you, wait for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TONS&lt;/span&gt; of games for me to play. I can't wait to get my hands on them. Where's my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rechargeable battery&lt;/span&gt; charger?? I need em!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's for the controllers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to the All American Rejects concert the other day. Thanks to Sandra who contributed with the tickets and the stay. *I still feel bad okay? :( * and also to Kayshaan, for fetching around KL. :D Come Malacca and I'll bring you for cendol as promised. hahaha! Lastly thank you, YOU, for accompanying me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM42&lt;/span&gt; haircut. =.=" no comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Watched &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;2012 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when it was out on Thursday. It made me think on how am I gonna spend my life if the world is really ending soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's so much to do with so little time. What if the world ended as predicted by the Mayans? That's like 3 more years! :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So maybe, I thought....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Let's write something to tell what I should say before the world actually ends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll make it as short as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;L. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;          V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;               E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Y.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;U. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't live without &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is better than &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-5569206202581442457?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/5569206202581442457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=5569206202581442457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5569206202581442457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5569206202581442457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/11/dusty-remains-of-bat.html' title='Dusty Remains of the Bat.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-7181293488734810693</id><published>2009-10-19T13:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:31:02.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I blast songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I sing along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I take a piss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then I'll go to bed at 2p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lets skip lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm protesting against myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I finally know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm living in a nightmare that is worse than the one i dreamed about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-7181293488734810693?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/7181293488734810693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=7181293488734810693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7181293488734810693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7181293488734810693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/10/today.html' title='Today,'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-7564482025834771287</id><published>2009-10-15T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:57:17.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've changed the layout of my blog. Though it's still in a state where posts are so rare, it's now dumber than ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just reformatted my computer as well, so it's now so smooth even a baby's buttocks can't beat it's silkiness. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, anybody up for a game? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-7564482025834771287?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/7564482025834771287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=7564482025834771287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7564482025834771287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7564482025834771287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-layout.html' title='New Layout?'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-6308677846346005605</id><published>2009-10-06T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:46:53.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing from the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The reason I am not myself is because I am stressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'nuff said. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8th of October, please come soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-6308677846346005605?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6308677846346005605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=6308677846346005605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6308677846346005605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6308677846346005605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/10/missing-from-world.html' title='Missing from the world'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-1952634142151960595</id><published>2009-09-21T12:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:30:57.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter from me to YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've never missed a post on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've never failed to remember what day it was. I've never failed to remind you what day it was too, even when you might seem to forget all the time. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But one thing's for sure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; is the number this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Each number '1' represents both you and I, where two of the same number becomes a whole new number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though, when the next one comes, it's gonna be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. But this '1' will be a meaningful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When that day comes, I hope you'll be there by my side and remind me instead. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sincerely by,&lt;br /&gt;Yours, with a whole-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;lotta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;BunBun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;X.O.X.O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st of September 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-1952634142151960595?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/1952634142151960595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=1952634142151960595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/1952634142151960595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/1952634142151960595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-from-me-to-you.html' title='A letter from me to YOU.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-4167024365667481369</id><published>2009-09-17T15:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:29:03.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being not able to doesn't mean you can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you're not like them, so be it. It's best to be just yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So don't be down for the reasons which are not in your hands. You're still perfectly fine and to me, you're better than the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At least you tried, rather than backing out in the first place. You were brave enough to accept the consequences and that requires a lot of courage. You were brave enough to be different in a sea of 'different' people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That doesn't mean you're not special, at all. You still are. You still rock everyone's world with every single thing you do. So cheer up, You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No matter what, I'm so very proud of you for even being able to be there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know who you are, for this post is for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Smile. Love.&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/8457351296127981998-4167024365667481369?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/4167024365667481369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=4167024365667481369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/4167024365667481369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/4167024365667481369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/09/proud.html' title='Proud.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-4644674159692881567</id><published>2009-09-03T01:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:14:45.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Downdate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People say that my posts are hard to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some even claim that it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because I have not been updating for quite sometime now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*you guys know who you are*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I'm gonna try real hard to blog, gotta like catch up on so many posts that are like freaking outdated and backwards already; like when i talk about them now those involved would go like:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We did that? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You sure or not?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;You must be dreaming-lah!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ooooo&lt;/span&gt;kayyyy, now let's make a list of what should I blog about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everyday/week&lt;/span&gt; now. Cause' without planning it'll just be the same.. where I will be: Lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;irst&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Port Dickson Camping Crew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Damn, this is outdated. Steamer Crew&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;econd&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Tenji!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Heaven, on Earth. Coconut free flow???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hird&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;X-ray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I see pelvis and vertebra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ourth&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- .......... uhh~............ screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll settle with these first. There were loads more to blog about and sadly, I can't even remember what it was anymore. XD So, this is gonna be my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;to-blog&lt;/span&gt; list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, starting from tomorrow I'll start working on my first post, on my camping trip to Port Dickson. See, it's my second time there already! The first was... ahem, I'll save it for the post then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, conclusion. I will blog-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, but it takes time-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T-T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SqAGxOHzaBI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gqjnPXs0H2k/s1600-h/DSC_8106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SqAGxOHzaBI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gqjnPXs0H2k/s320/DSC_8106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377305397754554386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Got ball?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/8457351296127981998-4644674159692881567?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/4644674159692881567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=4644674159692881567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/4644674159692881567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/4644674159692881567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-downdate.html' title='Update Downdate.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SqAGxOHzaBI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gqjnPXs0H2k/s72-c/DSC_8106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-6651409953526751384</id><published>2009-08-21T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:27:00.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;10th! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm using all of my fingers to count! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm saying it with ease because I know deep in my heart that I L.O.V.E. you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, you know I won't miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A post I mean......&lt;br /&gt;for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer it gets... I hope;&lt;br /&gt;it'll be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;:D &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I won't miss it even for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Happy 10th, yet again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-6651409953526751384?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6651409953526751384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=6651409953526751384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6651409953526751384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6651409953526751384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/08/10th.html' title='10th!'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-2470310610684968863</id><published>2009-08-04T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:16:42.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stab me with a knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cut me with a blade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Burn me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For all I care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's meaningless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The pain's far worse than those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to get lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-2470310610684968863?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/2470310610684968863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=2470310610684968863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/2470310610684968863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/2470310610684968863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/08/stab-me-with-knife.html' title=''/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-67902898310387266</id><published>2009-08-02T00:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T01:12:54.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brownie =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A few hours ago, I witnessed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Death&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Right in front of my eyes, I see a poor, helpless &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;dog&lt;/span&gt; lying on the road in front of my house (not directly, a lil' to the right) during it's last hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The dog was....... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;jerking&lt;/span&gt;, in pain that none can imagine, as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; seeps through him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The poor fella was indeed poisoned. According to my dad; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;He ate something then 'plop' on the road, should be kena poisoned&lt;/span&gt;". He diagnosed on the spot. My mom said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;eh eh eh Zac see that dog! Luckily my Cookie or Rusty never kena like that&lt;/span&gt;". She said, on the spot. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dayummmnnnnn THAT'S NASTYYYY!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No pictures though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pity ol' uhh.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Brownie&lt;/span&gt;. May you rest in peace. Though you died a horrible death, may you be happy in Dog Heaven. Say hi to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dino&lt;/span&gt; for me will ya? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*Dino was my grandmother's doggy, a white coloured menace. Fierce and hates me a lot. Passed away quite sometime ago, when I was still in primary school.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's still in my mind.... *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twitches&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Brownie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Sorry.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-67902898310387266?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/67902898310387266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=67902898310387266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/67902898310387266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/67902898310387266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/08/brownie.html' title='Brownie =('/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-6057954516485464139</id><published>2009-08-01T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:45:17.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holssssssss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HolyDays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lets see.. What can I do during this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;one-week-long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; holiday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess I'll stay at home and read some books that my sis' borrowed me, titled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Airman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; or something like that. Bout' some kid flying, something like that. Meh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll play dead at home with my dog, then when he comes close I jump! It's fun scaring the crap outta him XD (yes yes I'm cruel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;SOMETIMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;! But I do love dear Cookie XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not to forget I still have that fracking assignment to complete. Gotta design a fishing reel using a program called Catia that's a pain in the A.S.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well recently I've read this book titled '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;10 things to do before you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;', which I find it kinda cool. Imagine that you know that you're dying in 24 hours and you have a list of things that you need to do before you hit the sack, what will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; do? So, I've made a list of mine that I think I'd want to complete before I'm gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;things &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;do &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;before &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;cuckoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Tell everyone that I care about how much I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; them and spend some time with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Rome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Eat the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; food in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Bomb the Malaysian government headquarters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Use some kind of big-ass firearm, like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;bazooka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; or something and blow something up. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Bungee jump off the Petronas twin towers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Meet Megan Fox and find out whether she's a he or uhh, not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Fly a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;fighter jet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Rob a bank and spend all of the cash buying a car, then drive around town in a police pursuit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Get back to the people I hate and beat the shit outta them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well that's about it! hahahahaha! Though some are really impossible to do and some are like even more ridiculous. But what the hell, I want to dream! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, I believe. But honestly I don't think 24 hours would be sufficient to complete all of those stated. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well at least I'm not lazy enough to blog...... right?&lt;/span&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=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I must be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It's a cold night, without you.&lt;/span&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/8457351296127981998-6057954516485464139?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6057954516485464139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=6057954516485464139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6057954516485464139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6057954516485464139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/08/holssssssss.html' title='Holssssssss.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-7448895374780100557</id><published>2009-07-20T21:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:40:53.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 past 8, it's gonna be MIDNIGHT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's already &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;past&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;. No matter how you look into the past, you can't stop wondering how far we've gone along the bumpy road and how much we've been through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There was once when I was down, a long long time ago. I still remember clearly how you would joke with me to cheer me up. When I was alone, you would agree to accompany me for lunch, having chicken rice for the first time in campus a long, long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today, you're still the same person I knew about a year ago. The one ever so cheerful, the one who eats really neatly all the time, the one whom makes disgusting concoctions after a meal. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember the time when you mixed your drink with tomato sauce?&lt;/span&gt; You're still the One I love. Only that you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;more B.E.A.U-tiful than ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;cuter than ever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more 'garang' than ever =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;even more a better dancer than everrrrrr~ (roti canai and teh tarik!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and...... you know I know that you do more than EVER!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's this &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt; when you asked me how do I find you to be attractive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My answer is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SmShlp-NY5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/NIs6bsTa5OA/s1600-h/DSC00380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SmShlp-NY5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/NIs6bsTa5OA/s400/DSC00380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360587124771742610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How can you not fall in love with an angel in disguise? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(picture taken from her though XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now would you look at that 'halo'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;You are my angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and that's that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Much love.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Hugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Zacha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Lyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I'll always be right by your side, no matter rain or shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're always in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-7448895374780100557?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/7448895374780100557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=7448895374780100557' title='2 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-5538797295488334309</id><published>2009-07-08T13:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:30:40.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So just keep it together and live with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It doesn't matter what you think, the most important thing is that you make others smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But reassurance does come in handy sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The only catch is that it comes with a price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So just look up and think of nothing else;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;instead, smile, as broadly as you can.&lt;br /&gt;It will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-5538797295488334309?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/5538797295488334309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=5538797295488334309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5538797295488334309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5538797295488334309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile.html' title='Smile!'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-4816300061280085549</id><published>2009-06-26T10:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:20:38.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a SMOKING death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The world lost a great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; icon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: 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style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. How could you not claim him as a legend when he contributed so much to the entertainment industry? Minus the changes in himself, he still rocks as a celebrity and will forever be known as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;King of Pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He succumbed to cardiac arrest on 25th of June 2009 in Los Angeles. I was shocked to hear what Marilyn had said, and not believing at first because it could be a ruse created by many. But when I went online and checked, it certainly was true. Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;people come and people go, but the memories remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Regarding another matter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dy&lt;/span&gt;na&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; won!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; They smoked the other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; groups who participated in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Station 3's Freestyle Dancing Competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; with style. It was a long and tiring competition for them, as they had to prepare for it every night beforehand. Now, you guys are champions and you guys have free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;DJ lessons!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Hahahaha! Earn 18k per month you know ( if you don't drink liquor), according to that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Datuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; who was once a DJ in places like Hong Kong, London and Beijing for 9 years. Maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;USD6500 was his net pay for 9 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not to forget, their outift this time was rather... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;shiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;***&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;-----sparkles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes like what Amo said, you do look cute with that glitter. Wait, not cute, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B-E-A-U-&lt;/span&gt;tiful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not to forget, I got back home at 6 in the morning and got the lecture of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; from my mom. I do regret coming back home so late and getting her worried, but I did not regret going for it. It was epic! Sorry mommy, but I will never come back home at 6 anymore, without permission. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woke up early intending to go to class, but instead got to know that I don't have classes for today. Yippie, but boo-hoo, I've not had my proper sleep yet. Gotta get get to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;I'm still feeling bad! Chowie... But I'll make it up to you, in a way. You'll see! ^^&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/8457351296127981998-4816300061280085549?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/4816300061280085549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=4816300061280085549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/4816300061280085549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/4816300061280085549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-smoking-death.html' title='What a SMOKING death.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SkRDPT4OvQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/O58hzbnlZhg/s72-c/039_30399michael-jackson-posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-3539826437005769502</id><published>2009-06-21T04:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T04:54:35.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've waited 8 months to say this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's only 1 thing in my mind when I asked you to be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Make her happy!".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes. Making you happy and looking at that smile of yours that makes my day. That smile of yours you've shown me when I practically opened the car door from the inside and you find that funny. That same person who ate Korean food with pure joy, not leaving a single bit left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The same person who took a ride on the Eye On Malaysia with me, first getting frightened over it then in the end smiled broadly at the scenery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The one who thanked me with that same smile when I managed to get her brother's present at another shop outlet in town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Smiling when we strolled along the streets of KL with Haagen Daz ice cream in hand, without any fear. That smile, that everlasting smile where you cannot buy even if you're the richest person in the world right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's funny, how with just one smile at the start that it managed to capture my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I must be one heck-of-a lucky guy, to have even met her in the first place. I need to keep that smile going, I need to sustain the one thing that makes me happy to look at;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So smile with this, when you read and you remember. We're now officially &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; months together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The chinese say it's lucky with that number. Well, I damn-right agree! I'm lucky enough to be with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-3539826437005769502?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/3539826437005769502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=3539826437005769502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3539826437005769502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3539826437005769502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-waited-8-months-to-say-this_21.html' title='I&apos;ve waited 8 months to say this.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-7287263410322555636</id><published>2009-06-20T12:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:30:33.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's this thing called L.O.V.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imagine the pain of not being able to do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All you wanted was to prove yourself worthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But it all changed with that. It changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The more you stress on it, the more tense it'll get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Times like these, you will notice that you need it more than anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You will not have enough willpower to combat your own feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You need something that can support you through rough times, not bury you with more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Something that makes you feel better, not worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People call it love. I call it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rather something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's not an item. It's more than you can ever imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The pains erased, the heart healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Things gets brighter even the darkest of hours.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;with the never ending support and trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How can you expect more, when you already have the best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have, in fact, the best-est amongst the best.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With all my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-7287263410322555636?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/7287263410322555636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=7287263410322555636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7287263410322555636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7287263410322555636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-this-thing-called-love.html' title='There&apos;s this thing called L.O.V.E.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-5456533706344566104</id><published>2009-06-12T23:08:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T04:19:20.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The drought has ended! Amagawds!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been neglecting my blog for quite sometime now.. but I'm back up and running and here you go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A lot has happened since i last blogged, whew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Truth is, I was lazy and lazy is bad..... There was this day where I just slept throughout the day, skipping breakfast and lunch. Also, there was this once where I played my uncle's Xbox the whole day trying to beat a game. All these lame acts are caused by insufficient holidays provided by bloody-good-for-nothing Multimedia University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2 weeks. 2 weeks were all I had after 4 months plus, and a special 2-week exam period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;HELL YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This aside, I've some things to say here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1st things 1st.. Birthday wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Ooi Beng Hooi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; a.k.a. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Ah Beng maut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Finally, you're able to celebrate your birthday with us eh? hahahaha! Though this time you got '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;bukake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-ed' madly, and in the end you looked like you just travel through time from olden China. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SjZx_bpimHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GkLiC9KDr9k/s1600-h/IMG_0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SjZx_bpimHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GkLiC9KDr9k/s400/IMG_0685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347586942116730994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creaming process, by Mr. Creamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SjZx_D7r1VI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WFKY_gYPQ3g/s1600-h/IMG_0688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SjZx_D7r1VI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WFKY_gYPQ3g/s400/IMG_0688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347586935750382930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing much happened on my holidays, unlike last semester's where I went to Pulau Redang (OMG OMG REDANG!!). Most of the time, I was at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What I did :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went for swimming (I know nuts about swimming, tenggelam can lah) and got free lessons from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; instructors simulteneously.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tried on a machine called &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pump&lt;/span&gt; It &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt;, a dance machine like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dance Dance Revolution&lt;/span&gt; and had fun! But if you can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beat&lt;/span&gt; Marilyn's brother, Justin then I'd treat you dinner cause' it seems he has 8 legs that comes with 2 bonus feet which makes it 10 feet-s on a 5-pad machine. Seriously. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*salute*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went for various movies from time to time, all I can say is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Terminator&lt;/span&gt; was a disappointment and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monsters vs. Aliens&lt;/span&gt; rocks!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chopped tree branches at my grandparents place. Yes, I had to climb a ladder and saw it off manually. How I wished I had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chainsaw&lt;/span&gt; with me at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went karaoke at the Jetty, to celebrate one of Marilyn's friend's birthday there and crammed my head with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; songs all the way. But it was really cool, no joke. Ah Sot, Happy Birthday again! *though i highy doubt you'll ever read this*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a haircut that made me look like a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; for a moment, then an &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ah beng&lt;/span&gt; at the end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughed my arse off at my dog's haircut. He went from &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;fluffy&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Holiday Inn&lt;/span&gt;'s swimming pool at night but did not swim there, instead camwhored (yes camwhored) there and got a bonus zombie picture. Oh not to forget, we nearly got locked away there. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know what else because I probably can't remember. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back to birthday topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;This time, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Marilyn's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.    *drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It did went out well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm glad to know that you really liked your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At first, there was numerous doubts on whether to get it or not. There's the budget problem; what if I couldn't find enough people to share for the present? Or maybe, what if she gets mad when I get that for her? Or rather, what if she rejects it in front of my face? I'd go from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then mati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Honestly, it was hard. It was hard to find the number of people who wants to share a costly present, not to mention the amount that they would agree to pay for. Luckily there are friends of hers who are willing enough to collect on behalf of me,which is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Yang Tze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and I thank you! Not to forget you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chandni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;! Wait wait why all the hassle, lemme just copy THIS from Marilyn's bloggie and paste it here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Justin Leo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;----- important 'key' (he was the 'access card')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chandni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Troy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geraldine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wee Kiat aka Chicken Satay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tai Heng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaron Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah Alicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mei Yi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kayshaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mei Huey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Izza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fang Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Min Rong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chun Aun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeh Han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mau Mau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sha Nisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenn Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shin Yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kumu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuen Chuan aka Apek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heng Chang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eik Chun aka Eggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ren Zong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sha Lotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eddy Izuwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anonymous(can't read your signature too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anonymous(can't read your signature too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;And all the others who have helped along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank all of you from the bottom of my heart because without you guys I wouldn't even dreamed of accomplishing this feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now that's done. On to the part of the celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well guess what, we went for CS. -.- and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I sucked so bad in CS, I got creamed by the likes of Marilyn's awesome sniping and Jordan's bomb throwings, plus Noobie not being noob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. T_T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I really hoped that everyone enjoyed themselves that night and on the surprise thingy as well. :) All of you made it more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;' gempak'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-lah! There I've said it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All in all, I still do have some regrets for certain parts of the planS (&lt;--- see the 's') that went a little off. Like the dressing that night or maybe the cake spoiler. So do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;forgive me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; for part of the flaws and mistakes.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Picture of the present:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SjZm_fjYHnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ouBIDxEBS1M/s1600-h/fr00t-photo1202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SjZm_fjYHnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ouBIDxEBS1M/s400/fr00t-photo1202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347574848536714866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a debate on the camera, on the model. But finally picked out this babeh right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Picture of the birthday girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SjZm_7ucelI/AAAAAAAAAIM/K-emEcWj-sk/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SjZm_7ucelI/AAAAAAAAAIM/K-emEcWj-sk/s400/DSC00016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347574856099330642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OOOO~~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SjZnAWi5HNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Y8mTR6i5-xg/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SjZnAWi5HNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Y8mTR6i5-xg/s400/DSC00065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347574863298632914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Picture of the group:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SjZnqzxbecI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5cSSoiDqpvc/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SjZnqzxbecI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5cSSoiDqpvc/s400/DSC00063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347575592698739138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the people who made it happen......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SjZnANpwZlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sIJ3cYBt2kQ/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SjZnANpwZlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sIJ3cYBt2kQ/s400/DSC00166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347574860911502930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;........ and the rest of them. THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Picture for the WIN!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SjZm_v8uKjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/sdrIrnw8i-g/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SjZm_v8uKjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/sdrIrnw8i-g/s400/DSC00144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347574852937984562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this is what you call fraggin' without mercy, or rather just having the joy of killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There goes nothin'&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been such a long, drastic week. But in the end, I know that everything's going to be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause if not, then I can't imagine life as it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause without it, life is not what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Sincerity is what I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-5456533706344566104?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/5456533706344566104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=5456533706344566104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5456533706344566104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5456533706344566104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/06/drought-has-ended-amagawds.html' title='The drought has ended! Amagawds!!'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SjZx_bpimHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GkLiC9KDr9k/s72-c/IMG_0685.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-1435749170557931112</id><published>2009-05-22T01:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:10:33.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYNNIE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is your first birthday where I'm actually celebrating with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is my first birthday post for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the first that I'm directly posting a blog about you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I'm damn happy to just know that fact!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I hope I'm the first to blog about this too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MARILYN LEO MAY YIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trust me, after the exams &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you'll be amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/ShWX34dD2QI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lG7l2mzeDXc/s1600-h/P3220170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/ShWX34dD2QI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lG7l2mzeDXc/s400/P3220170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338339919620462850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;*First picture in my blog too!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Damn exams, if not it'll be better than anything. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Plus, it's already Seven. The next Seven is coming in Six's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7!!&lt;br /&gt;7!!!&lt;br /&gt;7!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/ShWX3nW1FsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PNhVo99GA0w/s1600-h/24032009%28030%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/ShWX3nW1FsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PNhVo99GA0w/s400/24032009%28030%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338339915030927042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps... Terbalik!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Hoped that you were surprised enough! :) &lt;3&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/8457351296127981998-1435749170557931112?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/1435749170557931112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=1435749170557931112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/1435749170557931112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/1435749170557931112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-lynnie.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYNNIE!!!'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/ShWX34dD2QI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lG7l2mzeDXc/s72-c/P3220170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-3548651724339924594</id><published>2009-05-17T00:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:05:42.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days to 7, 5 days to 18, 10 days to 14 and 11 days to infinity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its coming. I can smell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The sheer pressure, the stress.. the tons of papers wasted on questions that are as tough as a coconut shell. Yeah, exams. I can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For it to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Five papers. That's all it takes for me to cramp up so many equations and words that can kill an elephant if it knows how to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10 days left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then my life would be usual again, with the constant sleeping and eating and sleeping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then I can celebrate and give you the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trust me, it'll be one where you'll remember it long enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; But do tell, what did I say long time ago? I might be wrong in guessing! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good luck&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;to all who are having the same luck as me; and lucky you for finishing earlier/later than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh not to mention, my dog, Cookie, got de-furred and now look like a poodle from once a puffy dog. Haha! Thanks to my mom who wants to keep his fur in shape, now he's shy and thinks that he's naked. @.@"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycen.com.my/rescue/index.html"&gt;http://www.mycen.com.my/rescue/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this, this is where you start saving lives of poor, helpless dogs. Imagine you being stranded there. Do click and check out; and know the horror they have suffered on an isolated island. Help them. Save them from their cruel 'prison'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;3 I know you get what I mean with the title. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-3548651724339924594?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/3548651724339924594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=3548651724339924594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3548651724339924594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3548651724339924594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/05/4-days-to-7-5-days-to-18-10-days-to-14.html' title='4 days to 7, 5 days to 18, 10 days to 14 and 11 days to infinity.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-5989821111208806953</id><published>2009-05-12T02:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:47:33.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! Care for a drink?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up lines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People use it to, well, pick on people, so to say. There are a few to be noted out, and those select few sound a little more than just pick up lines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Earlier, I was in the car when I heard the radio on Hitz.fm that they were talking about pick up lines. JJ said something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Is your name &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ickey? Cuz' you so fine, you blow my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;It w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;s hilarious! Intend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ng to know mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;e, I googled, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; searched, and stumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ed upon man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here it goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apart from bei&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;g sexy, what do you do for a living?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt; did you fart, 'cause you blow me away!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby, if you were words on a page, you'd be what they call fine print.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby, you must be a broom, cause you just swept me off my feet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you know karate? 'Cause your body is really kickin'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Excuse me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; just noticed you noticing me and I just wanted to give you notice that I noticed you too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hey, somebody farted. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;et's get out of here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hi, I'm Batman. Wanna see my batmobile?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hi, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m Mr. Right. Someone said y&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;u were looking for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have only three months to li&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw you, I had an asthma attack because &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; took my breath away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I could be anything I'd be a tear: Born in your eye, live on your cheek, and die at your lips.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were a laser, you'd be set on "stunning".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you were a new hamburger at McDonald's, you would be McGorgeous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm addicted to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm allergic to no. So what's it gonna be?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is that baby oil on your forehead? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause&lt;/span&gt; you shine like an angel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who's your daddy?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your daddy must be a terror&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;st, because baby- you da bomb!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your dad &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;ust have been retarded, 'cuz you are special.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hey, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; lost &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;hone number ... Can I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are loads more! Haha! These are the ones that I think are funny! Please do not ever try to use these lines, unless you want to get a good tight slap. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-5989821111208806953?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/5989821111208806953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=5989821111208806953' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5989821111208806953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5989821111208806953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-care-for-drink.html' title='Hey! Care for a drink?'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-4422840423184432612</id><published>2009-05-10T23:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T02:50:30.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly, mother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;The things moms would do out of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it simply &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be able to withstand so much, to be able to create so much, or rather give so much to their sons and daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They give even when they don't. They love you even when they seem otherwise. They care for you all the time, not faltering even for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moms. Cherish them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They gave you life&lt;/span&gt; and nothing can be equal to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts them when they are sent to old folks home. It pains them to see you being someone you shouldn't. It tortures them when you ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet..... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They stood by your side during the most desperate times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can you ask from them? Rather than taking, give them what they should get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Love them, as much as you can. You'll never know when they'll be gone. You'll never know when they'll go away. But you can learn to know, that they are part of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you, Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for my 20 years and counting on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You're the best one can ever have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-4422840423184432612?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/4422840423184432612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=4422840423184432612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/4422840423184432612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/4422840423184432612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-moms-would-do-out-of-love.html' title='Honestly, mother.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-3287822613230429122</id><published>2009-05-04T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:51:56.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dedicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm Yours&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;With You&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;All About You&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;McFly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Listen to all your hearts content and I mean every single word from the bottom of my heart that's been sung in those songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;For I'm Yours; I'm always With You and it's All About You in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-3287822613230429122?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/3287822613230429122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=3287822613230429122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3287822613230429122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3287822613230429122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-you.html' title='For YOU.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-4100918863089188764</id><published>2009-05-03T21:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:25:53.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X and K.O.'s.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Xbox 360.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sf2hwLesHpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zphfKGgBdtA/s1600-h/Xbox360full_500x526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sf2hwLesHpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zphfKGgBdtA/s400/Xbox360full_500x526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331595382963838610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guess what. My uncle just bought it a few days ago, and now I'm shooting my way out in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gears of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;War&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Note that exams are just around the corner. Damn... Next week, no more fun and games, more to books and misery for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Had 2 birthday party-thing-a-ma-jing this week, one which I had spent at least 4 hours plus in a cybercafe playing whatever games we could play which I paid for 6 hours ( it was a package thing, RM10 for 6 hours ) and it lasted till &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 a.m. &lt;/span&gt;in the morning; and another was at a friend's house where beer is cheaper than water and only liquor and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; sea coconut as your drink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went out for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ko&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; food again and finally, and I mean FINALLY, went for the Eye On Malaysia ride that has been in Malacca since like God-knows-when. Fun times. Oh not to forget, Jolly Pongs are available for sale at that Korean shop that we went, Tok Su Gong (or something like that, sorry if i misspelled it). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now something has been bothering me today. I'm wondering why are things that way and I'm this way? Things being, exams are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;near&lt;/span&gt; and me being lazy. Shit, if I don't start now I'm gonna be the next jump-from-a-building victim. The thing is, instead of bringing a book to my grandma's place, I brought a game. -.- Well practically I forgot about the book but still.. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Come to think of it, that dreaded month is coming. Gotta load up my guns and pack up on my ammo so I can create a blast! You know what I mean! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shit. Study-lah Zachhh! Don't blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach says:&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;swine flu For The Win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;LOVE YOU HEART YOU MISS YOU ALL ABOUT YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-4100918863089188764?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/4100918863089188764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=4100918863089188764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/4100918863089188764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/4100918863089188764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/05/xbox-360.html' title='X and K.O.&apos;s.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sf2hwLesHpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zphfKGgBdtA/s72-c/Xbox360full_500x526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-479057468771196400</id><published>2009-04-27T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:26:53.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It gets kinda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometimes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It gets &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yet, sometimes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It feels far                 apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I do know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that Sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Things are too good to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Too honest to be known,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and yet we just carried on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yes. Sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We might not be the way we are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Things might not go the way we want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Words might not be the right ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I do know that,&lt;br /&gt;I for one,&lt;br /&gt;All the time;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cherish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yes, you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My one-of-a-kind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you, carry the '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;' inside of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; that I treasure more than what I can dream of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was given on the day where love conquers all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And now I'm captured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-479057468771196400?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/479057468771196400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=479057468771196400' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/479057468771196400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/479057468771196400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes..'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-5396071413670573096</id><published>2009-04-23T03:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T03:42:42.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom boom boom (gotta get get~)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;Dammit the song is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;repeating&lt;/span&gt; in my head!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gotta get get~ list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boom &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;boom&lt;/span&gt; boom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom, with more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;boom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;booms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me how in the world are you supposed to get 'boom's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay so today partially sucked. I watched a horrible chinese movie, had a class that I totally forgot about, plus my mom got into an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; so now I'm supposed to fetch her to work in the morning. Well honestly I don't mind, not at ALL but then the thought of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;waking up early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; just drained the life out of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sniper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Sounds unbelievably cool as a title, and yea it has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gunsssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;But the thing is the story sucked and the action sucked and pratically the whole movie sucked so whattheheck I'm not gonna talk about this anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. All I know is I wasted RM8. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I gotta go to bed now because I'm supposed to wake up in 4 hours or so. Dang, I hate the thought of waking up earlyyy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyways, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; don't feel bad. It's not at all your fault. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-5396071413670573096?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/5396071413670573096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=5396071413670573096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5396071413670573096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5396071413670573096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/04/boom-boom-boom-gotta-get-get.html' title='Boom boom boom (gotta get get~)'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-3779442323847409798</id><published>2009-04-21T20:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T02:15:07.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have something to say to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only 1 thing, 2 say; 3 words, 4 you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sarang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hae&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yo&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But now there's more!! it goes up right till &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;6&lt;/span&gt;, currently.. AND STILL COUNTING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But nevertheless, my feelings are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Things never can get better, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hope you liked the food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;3&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Surprises, that's me! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-3779442323847409798?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/3779442323847409798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=3779442323847409798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3779442323847409798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3779442323847409798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-only-1-thing-2-say-3-words-4-you.html' title='I have something to say to you'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-9031445688204377433</id><published>2009-04-15T11:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:56:46.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PM10 still ROCKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Again I'm posting this, to let people know that they(with me as the 'soundman') made it to the finals of the Drama Fest and they rocked the stage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;There was no big busted girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No exotic dance scenes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Thai kickboxing stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Only fun, as a team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To all the people in the group, F-tards, keep your heads up high because only yours was special and you guys were the one that was different from others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;From what I've seen after so long:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;To Marilyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;: You were awesome, the dance, the speech as May Yin Abdul, and even as the narrator; like what the judge said: you were consistent and you acted as though as you owned the stage, with the long legs. Okay minus the long legs. You did great and EVERYONE is proud of you! (right people?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;To Sammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;: Your scream, was really piercing! After so much alterations to the drama you still acted your best! And the rocker violinist was crazy! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;To Yang Tze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;: The mole was awesome! End of story. Don't fret about the microphone thingy, it was a technical error. Even with that you managed to dance well! So be proud, finally you turned into human again from a dancing bear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;To Chun Aun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;: LOLed at your kiss, from a far it looked as real as hell! The crab walk is really a mind-blowing thing, and I mean it -.-" but it was funny!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;To Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;: Ello brother! Dual roles in a scene? That was really the bomb for the judges, till they don't know what to do with you! Haha! If only there were a 'spare' throphy huh? Then that would like make even the best actor/actress drool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;To Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;: Hello old man! The quarrel scene and the part where you died, it was flawless as usual. You did great! I could even see the foams on the floor from the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;To the others that helped and played in some roles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;: Without you people, I don't think that entering the finals was even possible. Even though it was a minor role, it showed a big impact to the judges. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the people that supported the other night&lt;/span&gt;: 1 word- Ganas. I bet that they were happy enough just to see you guys there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I for once helped out an undeniable finalist group that proved themselves to be more than what they think they are. I am proud, to just be there and helping about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;F-tards, F-tards, Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;GOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;F you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-9031445688204377433?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/9031445688204377433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=9031445688204377433' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/9031445688204377433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/9031445688204377433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/04/pm10-still-rocks.html' title='PM10 still ROCKS!'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-6221736957152718867</id><published>2009-04-14T09:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:35:30.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TECHNO - preneurship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SePn_iAbk6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/2U-mgchOmJk/s1600-h/HELLO_500x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 398px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SePn_iAbk6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/2U-mgchOmJk/s400/HELLO_500x500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324354263128445858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teamrocketgo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.teamrocketgo.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We sell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;rocket fuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; for the needy, with prices ranging from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;RM1.50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;RM4.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. So do come visit us at president's square, where our booth is located. For more info, check out the blog link above!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We will be there for a maximum of four(4) days only, till the end of this week. So please do get something from us if you haven't, because if not then you're not a good friend. :( (just joking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-6221736957152718867?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6221736957152718867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=6221736957152718867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6221736957152718867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6221736957152718867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/04/techno-preneurship.html' title='TECHNO - preneurship'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SePn_iAbk6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/2U-mgchOmJk/s72-c/HELLO_500x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-3153570386490831315</id><published>2009-04-12T02:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T02:53:57.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The scene that's embedded in my thick skull</title><content type='html'>Without this event, I would never have met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without this dance, I would never have known &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without this performance, I would never have encountered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My life-changer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c65aad81dee7d365" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-3153570386490831315?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c65aad81dee7d365&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/3153570386490831315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=3153570386490831315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3153570386490831315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3153570386490831315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/04/scene-thats-always-in-my-thick-skull.html' title='The scene that&apos;s embedded in my thick skull'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-8817933462367347371</id><published>2009-04-11T08:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:27:55.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart cries..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;To you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sweetheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Would you let me 'stop and stare',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;On the 'pictures of you',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;While waiting for 'your call',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Because you have 'stolen' my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gladly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I would make you my 'wonderwall',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;And 'obviously',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Its 'all about you',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Who always makes me fly 'higher'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Without a doubt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm right 'here without you',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;And 'what hurts the most',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Is not being able to be 'your guardian angel',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;But 'I can wait forever' for it to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;If it's just 'you and me',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I would be 'blind', blinded by your beauty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Because you have the 'lips of an angel',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;And you made me 'realize',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;That I can make a 'sacrifice' again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;But,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;If my heart is not 'with you',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I will never 'look back in anger',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;To 'apologize' and to forgive everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Because you're the 'best I ever had'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Therefore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Before our hearts turn to 'crumbs' of despair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;While it still 'feels like tonight' is the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;'my love', 'everything you want' will be granted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;For 'it's not over', 'this i promise you'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This poem was created with the titles of songs that i often listened to. All those '...' are the titles.I created this long time ago, when I was out of my senses with nothing else better to do. So I'm posting it again, hoping that it'll gain popularity. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDIT* read the title followed by the poem, the title is part of the poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-8817933462367347371?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/8817933462367347371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=8817933462367347371' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8817933462367347371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8817933462367347371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/04/heart-cries_11.html' title='The heart cries..'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-1210502634208959803</id><published>2009-04-09T00:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:42:39.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think. Act.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are times when people change. People do change. Yet, some of them are unaware of it. Some are still dwelling in their current state thinking on how to take another step ahead, while the hand that they're holding on to actually stops behind them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They've lost their blast, their impact; like a firecracker that was once loud, being silenced after having contact with water. They have lost their 'bang'. They no longer flicker in the dark, only silence and darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Things are different already. Where are the moments that are unaccounted for? What happened to the once fairytale scene?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Words and feelings felt alike, thorns, that linger among shadowed alleys unlit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Striking only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;at the moment that is most hurtful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the only thing you will say at the end is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What have I done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-1210502634208959803?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/1210502634208959803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=1210502634208959803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/1210502634208959803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/1210502634208959803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/04/think-act.html' title='Think. Act.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-7837572908608296716</id><published>2009-04-08T23:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:19:50.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nickolas's Birthday part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The photo that was taken in the middle of the road&lt;br /&gt;at night after having massive rounds of CS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SdzOGQeJ61I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SmXe8Ko7Hhg/s1600-h/05042008100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SdzOGQeJ61I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SmXe8Ko7Hhg/s400/05042008100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322355466541067090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The video&lt;br /&gt;that was taken at some dark place&lt;br /&gt;with loads of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-daa08b4e941a46f6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddaa08b4e941a46f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330038662%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41544C2E802FC199B343CB8BCE28BDC0F06632A.D81F37CC98AB6D7BC0F8D26318DC5A03A1E329C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddaa08b4e941a46f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8ZZ-0P19DWeWgV8_tlJtwoVGjVM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddaa08b4e941a46f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330038662%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41544C2E802FC199B343CB8BCE28BDC0F06632A.D81F37CC98AB6D7BC0F8D26318DC5A03A1E329C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddaa08b4e941a46f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8ZZ-0P19DWeWgV8_tlJtwoVGjVM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-7837572908608296716?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=daa08b4e941a46f6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/7837572908608296716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=7837572908608296716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7837572908608296716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7837572908608296716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/04/nickolass-birthday-part-2.html' title='Nickolas&apos;s Birthday part 2'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SdzOGQeJ61I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SmXe8Ko7Hhg/s72-c/05042008100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-7376117223363926632</id><published>2009-04-08T02:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T03:38:02.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOD I HAVE PS3(s) IN MY HOUSE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have em right here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;In my house!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But wait.... there's more.. I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; of em!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sdul0iO47gI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OUVu6nvuYXI/s1600-h/silver-playstation-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sdul0iO47gI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OUVu6nvuYXI/s320/silver-playstation-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322029706629410306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sdul0a-EoFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/C4rwrzPgj8M/s1600-h/free-playstation3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sdul0a-EoFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/C4rwrzPgj8M/s320/free-playstation3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322029704679825490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but only for a day..with limited games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Still.... a PS3 is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PS3&lt;/span&gt; and a fan will always be a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so I'm now drooling like a madman. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ridge Racer 7&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Burnout Paradise&lt;/span&gt;, you're gonna get pawned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sdul0FPKZRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EOlsxtdVAds/s1600-h/935291_79398_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sdul0FPKZRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EOlsxtdVAds/s320/935291_79398_front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322029698845926674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sdul0K4sIuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aKDnxdPdSVM/s1600-h/7c5b67e47aae82141b9244d9eb1a7d1d_12998202161229282809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sdul0K4sIuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aKDnxdPdSVM/s320/7c5b67e47aae82141b9244d9eb1a7d1d_12998202161229282809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322029700362281698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People, please do come for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Drama Fest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;MMU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; this coming week, on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;14th of April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Support the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;underdog of the bunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;PM10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As a sound supervisor/ technician of the group, *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* I would like to wish ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well without everyone, everything is nothing right? Though you can say I angkat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;glamor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; only! LOL! (but if my timing was to be off, mati la u all hahaha! right right, my Lady G?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You guys did well; very well to be honest. Thumbs up and an applause for you people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Boo to the 'others', Fcuktards Fcuktards go go go!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway these people are nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Stay clear from them, by all means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SduknP8PouI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0FYm4d-48Hk/s1600-h/P3100044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SduknP8PouI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0FYm4d-48Hk/s400/P3100044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322028378869441250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can tell just by looking at what they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sdukmtg_sUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iryhKbQJ0Ro/s1600-h/P3100023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sdukmtg_sUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iryhKbQJ0Ro/s400/P3100023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322028369628344642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can tell by the way they dress. *Batman!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sdukl-_hY3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/c2GgHzInWng/s1600-h/P3100024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sdukl-_hY3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/c2GgHzInWng/s400/P3100024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322028357139915634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can tell on how ridiculous they act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sduo4ksrqqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KaaK5ytyCGo/s1600-h/P3100021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sduo4ksrqqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KaaK5ytyCGo/s400/P3100021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322033074545601186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But you can't stop them from winning the competition.&lt;br /&gt;Look at how determined they are.... minus the grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Toddles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The colourful 'congratulations' reminds me of something..Do you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-7376117223363926632?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/7376117223363926632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=7376117223363926632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7376117223363926632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7376117223363926632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-god-i-have-ps3s-in-my-house.html' title='OH MY GOD I HAVE PS3(s) IN MY HOUSE!'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sdul0iO47gI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OUVu6nvuYXI/s72-c/silver-playstation-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-993596289016376802</id><published>2009-04-05T17:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:35:01.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nicklancer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He's now 21 years of age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;He's now eligible to enter any casinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;He's grown a little fatter than before. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He's.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NICHOLAS HIEW VOON KEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And this is how we actually celebrated for him. First by going to ikan bakar. Then after that, at a secluded area somewhere in Malacca, with a cake and a very very loud birthday song sang by us! Oh and he got a surprise as well! Hahaha! Finally with CS and DotA to end the day. (didn't manage to knife you before 12, damn!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sdh4eFF9qzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CBi80ZRIek0/s1600-h/n550260687_1561144_1642395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sdh4eFF9qzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CBi80ZRIek0/s400/n550260687_1561144_1642395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321135417896839986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sdh4dzPzx7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-B5ZFa6NDDs/s1600-h/n550260687_1561143_4751524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sdh4dzPzx7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-B5ZFa6NDDs/s400/n550260687_1561143_4751524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321135413106296754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 3a.m. in the morning, with little cars , we took a picture in the middle of the road! Too bad Siew went out of place. He was somewhere farrrrrrrrrr~ right. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sdh4ePc09YI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BIXPBe-n5NE/s1600-h/n550260687_1561147_162036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sdh4ePc09YI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BIXPBe-n5NE/s400/n550260687_1561147_162036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321135420677092738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please stop pawning me in squash.. :/&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/8457351296127981998-993596289016376802?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/993596289016376802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=993596289016376802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/993596289016376802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/993596289016376802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-nicklancer.html' title='Happy Birthday Nicklancer!'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/Sdh4eFF9qzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CBi80ZRIek0/s72-c/n550260687_1561144_1642395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-3645953764490661865</id><published>2009-03-31T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:30:39.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and Letdowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;That I could fly from the highest swing.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream - Priscilla Ahn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah I had a dream. But not that I can fly from swings. I dreamt that I was in a train station somewhere, departing to someplace that I've never even heard of before. There I was, embarking on a journey to some place foreign. It seems normal, but it gets weirder; my pet dog was with me, only that he was way bigger and he could talk!! The funny thing is, he was the tour guide, to a place called "Kamela" (which I THINK don't exist, even if it does this place must be damn 'hulu' man) and we're supposed to go fishing there. What the heck. my dreams are dreams that can make you retarded sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I woke up earlier today, thanks to my mom; she asked me to fetch her to her office so she wouldn't have to drive back since she's going off to KL to do her work stuff. Waking up early means lack of sleep, lack of sleep means late for class. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was reading the papers, until I stumbled upon &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Baskin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Robbin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; promotion on every 31st of a month. Well, since it was like quite uncommon so I decided to get one. Drove all the way there with a friend just to know that I have to spend more than the discounted price (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;that bloody stall ran out of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pint&lt;/span&gt;s, meaning if I wanted to get the promotion I've got to pay at least &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bucks, so screw it&lt;/span&gt;) so instead I got a 2 scoop cup thing-a-ma-jing. Bastards, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;conmens&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SdIjqfMA80I/AAAAAAAAAFI/KaUTakq5PJU/s1600-h/baskin_robbins_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SdIjqfMA80I/AAAAAAAAAFI/KaUTakq5PJU/s400/baskin_robbins_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319353322711348034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well intentionally it was for her. But it melted quite a bit along the way, so we had like water-ice cream instead. Those damn &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;conmens&lt;/span&gt; forgot to put dry ice around the cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well now here I am, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blogging when I should be studying&lt;/span&gt;, ranting when I should be happy, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and sulking when I should be watching a movie&lt;/span&gt;.. T-T &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; I know it's not your fault, but I told you I'll be super duper sad if we couldn't yesterday &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here comes another week of missing you much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder.How much?&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/8457351296127981998-3645953764490661865?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/3645953764490661865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=3645953764490661865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3645953764490661865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3645953764490661865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/03/dreams-and-letdowns.html' title='Dreams and Letdowns'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SdIjqfMA80I/AAAAAAAAAFI/KaUTakq5PJU/s72-c/baskin_robbins_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-6094397937146786061</id><published>2009-03-21T18:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:10:31.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thought that counts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved this post long ago for a reason. I wanted the date of this post, to show that I still do remember, will remember and always will.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this very day, I was on a bus heading for Pulau Redang in Terengganu; with you there by my side. I can still recall the whole thing; from the start of the journey right up to the end of it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Where you practically slept like a log&lt;/span&gt;! :P&lt;/span&gt; (just joking!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All i want to say here is... it's been &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 wonderful months filled with nothing but laughter and joy for the both of us.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 months that has plenty of memories to look onto; and so much other things in between.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time you read this, meaning you already had what I should have gave you long long time ago. Hope you like it very much! :)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: it's pink!&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Too bad the ice cream melted!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(This post is actually dated on 31st of March 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-6094397937146786061?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6094397937146786061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=6094397937146786061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6094397937146786061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6094397937146786061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/03/redang-holiday-omg.html' title='The thought that counts.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-6393923138847348047</id><published>2009-03-21T16:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:11:52.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redang? Holiday? OMG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Going off to Pulau Redang later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Woottttt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-6393923138847348047?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6393923138847348047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=6393923138847348047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6393923138847348047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6393923138847348047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought-that-counts.html' title='Redang? Holiday? OMG.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-339337352150646084</id><published>2009-03-20T13:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:19:41.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Jibbers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; 'cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet&lt;br /&gt;And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving, I'm not moving. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-339337352150646084?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/339337352150646084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=339337352150646084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/339337352150646084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/339337352150646084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/03/cause-if-one-day-you-wake-up-and-find.html' title='Random Jibbers.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-8536291018225147069</id><published>2009-03-18T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:19:35.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/ScEQ1U87IXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uvB-Y-w4CGs/s1600-h/stress-picture-stress-relief-kit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/ScEQ1U87IXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uvB-Y-w4CGs/s400/stress-picture-stress-relief-kit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314547543617249650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-8536291018225147069?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/8536291018225147069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=8536291018225147069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8536291018225147069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8536291018225147069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/03/stressed.html' title='Stressed?'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/ScEQ1U87IXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uvB-Y-w4CGs/s72-c/stress-picture-stress-relief-kit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-3071326589973402951</id><published>2009-03-16T23:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:49:21.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to someone who once asked me why. The answers are here, with more but I can't possibly write all of them down. &gt;.&lt; There's just too many!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Your stare that often makes me wonder how much you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. How you would scold something or someone, in a very unique and cute way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. The warmth of your hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Smiling even the slightest; that melts my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. The way you would just grab my hand sometimes just so you could say "I love you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. The way you pout to show that you are unsatisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. Words that you choose to say to calm me down are just the right words I wanna hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. Kisses you gave that brightens up my day all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. How you would react whenever I surprise you with something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Secretly you would grab hold of my fingers and smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11. The moment where you would just hold on the pain to yourself, right until I keep you in my grasp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12. The way you look at me when I talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;13. Your laughter that is amazingly unique and makes others happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;14. Your patience, composure and determination that amazes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15. The valentine's gift which I treasure a lot that is hidden; the time you actually took to prepare with love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16. How you surprised me on my birthday, from the beginning right up till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;17. The way you would eat, that I always think that it's weird but in fact it makes a lot of sense to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18. The passion you have for dancing; how much you enjoy doing so that sometimes makes me wonder why am I not doing so as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;19. Your look when you are jealous of something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20. The cookies that you baked, with loads of love that tastes just right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;21. How you would just tell me 'everything's gonna be alright' whenever I'm going for exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;22. The way that you care for me when I got hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;23. Your love that exceeds all that I know of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24. The feeling I get when I'm with you just makes me love you even more each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;25. How beautiful you look that remains unchanged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes. You mean the world to me. The reason why my heart is beating is all because of your love and affection that transcends everything. You put in a new meaning to love for me. You breathe in a new life to me, a feeling that is only felt when I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to cherish this till the end. I wish, by all means, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to love you &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;P/s :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love you... just too much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-3071326589973402951?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/3071326589973402951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=3071326589973402951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3071326589973402951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3071326589973402951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/03/reasons-to-love.html' title='Reasons to love.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-7017844937722514302</id><published>2009-03-15T03:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T03:25:29.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernando Torres, you the man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Liverpool&lt;/span&gt; beat &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Manchester United&lt;/span&gt;. Wait, let me repeat, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Liverpool&lt;/span&gt;, has beaten, Manchester United, at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Old Trafford&lt;/span&gt;. Score?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Liverpool 4 - 1 Manchester United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG. HAHAHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember they claimed that it was long since any teams scored at Old Trafford. But then now, you just got four goals served on a platter! Wait there's more! Throw in a red card and two remarkably epic goals that stunned Van Der Sar himself. Thanks to you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Torres&lt;/span&gt;, for the equalizer in the first half! You the man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SbwEjzkE2yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9xRUQTR8w0E/s1600-h/torres10+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SbwEjzkE2yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9xRUQTR8w0E/s320/torres10+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313126673573796642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-7017844937722514302?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/7017844937722514302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=7017844937722514302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7017844937722514302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7017844937722514302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/03/fernando-torres-you-man.html' title='Fernando Torres, you the man!'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SbwEjzkE2yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9xRUQTR8w0E/s72-c/torres10+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-8929420389171178174</id><published>2009-03-14T20:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:28:58.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I despise myself for even having the thoughts inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are so many things running through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So little time to make it true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate the feeling of this despair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Untold truths of white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White turns to black eventually with time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then everything falls out of place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is no way out from this;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since the beginning it seems to repeat itself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eating away bit by bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It seemed so far at an instant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The distance it takes to walk through it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I have faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It will change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It MUST change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-8929420389171178174?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/8929420389171178174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=8929420389171178174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8929420389171178174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8929420389171178174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='. . .'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-3759447656323956936</id><published>2009-03-07T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:36:05.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who watches the Watchmen? I do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach's&lt;/span&gt; Journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friday, 6th March. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt;: 9.20p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay so yesterday, me and a bunch of friends went off to Dataran Pahlawan to catch a movie titled 'The Watchmen". Basically it's based on a comic book that is published back in the 80's when comics were hailed as computers and computers at that time were bought only by the rich. Anyways, this particular movie has many plots and twists, ranging from politics to superhero crisis and eventually even sex. -.- But to even consider all those in a comic, imagine reading about politics in a comic; isn't it cool? Normally, for a regular comic strip, it'll be just THAT. Either jokes about life or superheroes beating the crap outta villians stuff. But this, This..... It's unique. (Well at least to me). Minus the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;^^V&lt;/span&gt; scenes and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gore&lt;/span&gt;, I'd rate this movie &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx BEWARE! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SPOILERS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Note that some of the costume heroes and villians in the movie are kinda stupid &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;(there's one who has purple cloth wrapped all around him like Barney and has a thick rope around his waist, I think he's the dumbest -.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in Malaysia, we censor a lot of scenes; and sometimes we censor the wrong part. Yeah, censor Dr. Manhattan's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; willy, but don't censor the sex video playing on the T.V.(s) at the background! Heck there's even two of em! Good job, Malaysian Censorship Board! That was the first time I've seen THAT on a huge screen in the cinema!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SbKsA0ncdnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Xv_Prl_9zGA/s1600-h/watchmen_ver16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SbKsA0ncdnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Xv_Prl_9zGA/s320/watchmen_ver16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310496040747300466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who watches the watchmen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who would want to watch the watchmen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I do. Cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Maybe it's just me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-3759447656323956936?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/3759447656323956936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=3759447656323956936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3759447656323956936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3759447656323956936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-watches-watchmen-i-do.html' title='Who watches the Watchmen? I do.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SbKsA0ncdnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Xv_Prl_9zGA/s72-c/watchmen_ver16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-5768580979835081517</id><published>2009-02-25T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:34:39.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you the Hitz.fm Fugitive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dude, read my blog and let me win a hundred thousand ringgit, please? Which is unlikely.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I was in the car, I heard on the radio that apparently the fugitive was in Malacca!!! My facial expression went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;($.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How could you not when all you need to do is just ask? Too bad, I had squash practice so I can't go out searching for people to inquire. I instead asked Marilyn whether is she the fugitive and got a good whacking. =.=" I was just making sure niiii mahhhhh.... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, that's too much free money to let to waste. I wanna get a new computer. A new handphone. Lots of other things as well. Damn.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Zachary/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SaWAQGyjXvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OshmIzDkFVM/s1600-h/DSC02650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SaWAQGyjXvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OshmIzDkFVM/s320/DSC02650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306788750114905842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chinese New Year. She said she liked the picture and since my blog has little pictures, I present you this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s: miss. you. most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Zachary/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-5768580979835081517?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/5768580979835081517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=5768580979835081517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5768580979835081517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5768580979835081517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-you-hitzfm-fugitive.html' title='Are you the Hitz.fm Fugitive?'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SaWAQGyjXvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OshmIzDkFVM/s72-c/DSC02650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-7241304107568140716</id><published>2009-02-20T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:58:15.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bust a move! Crack a nut.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The title makes no sense by the way, so yeah... Anyway, I have games to share to you people (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;complimentary of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Siew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, who's surname ends with 'ewww'&lt;/span&gt;) if you ever feel bored and somehow want to play some cute and funny game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Crayon Physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This game is cool. End of story. Basically it's about you, trying to get the ball/apple/red round thingy to somehow touches the star, as your goal. In order to do so, you can start off with drawing lots of stuff around, like a hammer, a platform or maybe even a pulley. It can look darn crappy but in order to reach your goal to get to the next level, who cares? Draw away! There are numerous puzzles to solve, some as easy as sitting down while some can be confusing each in their very own islands. Just apply physics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxV4Qaa77I/AAAAAAAAADI/snmvWoXNiCQ/s1600-h/CP.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxV4Qaa77I/AAAAAAAAADI/snmvWoXNiCQ/s320/CP.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304208886102421426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amount of puzzles available are stated on the islands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxV4ncFdZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hCew02x8cf8/s1600-h/CP1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxV4ncFdZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hCew02x8cf8/s320/CP1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304208892283418002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enter an island and this is what you get; puzzles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxV4uA1N2I/AAAAAAAAADY/O2W68keqtw4/s1600-h/CP2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxV4uA1N2I/AAAAAAAAADY/O2W68keqtw4/s320/CP2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304208894048155490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are levels that requires you to think as well on how to get the ball to its destination. Almost all the levels are pretty creative and fun to play with, thus spending time on this simple yet exciting game is worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take for example this one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxXnhhRnqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DHYUAONHr1k/s1600-h/CP5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxXnhhRnqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DHYUAONHr1k/s320/CP5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304210797660053154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The square-shaped owls are a form of an obstacle for you to get the star. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxXnsXY-JI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lsWOJOG0yYg/s1600-h/CP6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxXnsXY-JI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lsWOJOG0yYg/s320/CP6.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304210800571381906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This rather simple puzzle can be solved with....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxXn07ETCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/LDb31uEUOAU/s1600-h/CP7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxXn07ETCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/LDb31uEUOAU/s320/CP7.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304210802868505634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Drawing! (Look at my crappy drawing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxXn_U1o8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/egryQwrgofo/s1600-h/CP8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxXn_U1o8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/egryQwrgofo/s320/CP8.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304210805660951490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can even use rockets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxYjQWJmTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2beWnviJzXU/s1600-h/CP9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxYjQWJmTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2beWnviJzXU/s320/CP9.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304211823842138418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even on a ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxV40gua6I/AAAAAAAAADo/6UXIkkSmIDE/s1600-h/CP4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxV40gua6I/AAAAAAAAADo/6UXIkkSmIDE/s320/CP4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304208895792540578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Simple yet mind baffling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxV48lxbkI/AAAAAAAAADg/315_9Wvboko/s1600-h/CP3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxV48lxbkI/AAAAAAAAADg/315_9Wvboko/s320/CP3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304208897961193026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ic&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;World of Goo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;World of Goo&lt;/span&gt;. It really means lots and lots of goo balls, all at your disposal. Your objective is to collect as much goo balls as possible and reach a certain amount of quota that is required for you to advance to the next level. The graphics is superb for a game like this, the colour just well blended. It has lots of exciting levels; build towers made out of goo to reach a pipe where it sucks all the other goo, make bridges that are so flimsy and fragile, or even fly the goo balls to a destination. But it's not always that simple, mind you. The towers and bridges you make will indeed abide to the laws of nature; it will need plenty of support as gravity applies! It's not as easy as it looks, I can assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxXnSu2HEI/AAAAAAAAADw/xLc6GcLTGns/s1600-h/WOG9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxXnSu2HEI/AAAAAAAAADw/xLc6GcLTGns/s320/WOG9.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304210793690438722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With colours brilliant as these, how could you not play such a game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxY55hSudI/AAAAAAAAAEg/O8h7EfgjNds/s1600-h/WOG8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxY55hSudI/AAAAAAAAAEg/O8h7EfgjNds/s320/WOG8.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304212212851849682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In order to access the levels, you have to finish each chapters accordingly. There are a total of 5( I think) chapters with plenty of levels around to complete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxN6a8m8WI/AAAAAAAAACY/etQex_76YxI/s1600-h/WOG3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxN6a8m8WI/AAAAAAAAACY/etQex_76YxI/s320/WOG3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304200127196885346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Select the goo balls and start building your own goo tower/bridge/whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxOkifG-SI/AAAAAAAAAC4/N9_rhFcbSPo/s1600-h/WOG7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxOkifG-SI/AAAAAAAAAC4/N9_rhFcbSPo/s320/WOG7.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304200850775144738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just drag em' and place em'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxN6P_CyWI/AAAAAAAAACI/rh8DOfpLGZE/s1600-h/WOG.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxN6P_CyWI/AAAAAAAAACI/rh8DOfpLGZE/s320/WOG.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304200124254308706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Build, build, build to reach the pipes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxN6gstpaI/AAAAAAAAACg/MGYaE6yEgzo/s1600-h/WOG4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxN6gstpaI/AAAAAAAAACg/MGYaE6yEgzo/s320/WOG4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304200128740828578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once you've completed a level, statistics will be shown; number of moves, extra goo balls collected, and the time taken for you to finish the task. Every level has a special goal, which is nearly impossible to achieve. If you do get it done, meaning you're a monster. OCD, they call it, which stands for Obsessive Completion Distinction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxN6annz6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/4t9iukAIw5k/s1600-h/WOG2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxN6annz6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/4t9iukAIw5k/s320/WOG2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304200127108861858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See this toad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxN6oqGGSI/AAAAAAAAACo/Cvz6QsSb5dE/s1600-h/WOG5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxN6oqGGSI/AAAAAAAAACo/Cvz6QsSb5dE/s320/WOG5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304200130877331746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Build your way through! Those pink balls are able to lift up things, by the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxOkt79rMI/AAAAAAAAACw/UqbNuy1_xNI/s1600-h/WOG6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxOkt79rMI/AAAAAAAAACw/UqbNuy1_xNI/s320/WOG6.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304200853848960194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's all about it. Enter the World of Goo to see for yourself! It is really fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If you want either/&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; of these games, just tell me then I might be able to give it to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.s: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GG is really nice! OMG. Watching with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; makes it even better!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-7241304107568140716?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/7241304107568140716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=7241304107568140716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7241304107568140716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7241304107568140716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/02/bust-move-crack-nut_20.html' title='Bust a move! Crack a nut.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SZxV4Qaa77I/AAAAAAAAADI/snmvWoXNiCQ/s72-c/CP.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-5509167885909671889</id><published>2009-02-17T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:06:08.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays with Zachy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hate em. End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tuesdays are when:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Classes are like monkey poo poo, 6 hours of pure boredom straight in a row, non-stop, from  without any lunch break what-so-ever; plus not to forget all the lecturers are really, REALLY boring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its really really hot, I don't know why but mostly Tuesdays it won't rain a single drop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Normally Tuesdays I'll be lacking of food because my breakfast, lunch and dinner are all messed up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Almost all my laboratory sessions are on Wednesdays, so I gotta sleep wayyy~ earlier even when I supposed to be free from classes on Wednesdays. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't meet her on this day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to hang clothes in the morning before I go to class, which means I gotta wake up earlier.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;F%^K I hate Tuesdays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There you go, Tuesdays, my style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Freaking hate em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-5509167885909671889?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/5509167885909671889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=5509167885909671889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5509167885909671889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5509167885909671889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuesdays-with-zachy.html' title='Tuesdays with Zachy.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-6953360188509145161</id><published>2009-02-15T22:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:04:29.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's?  Frankenstined.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Almost everybody in the world is celebrating it, the one and only day of the year where love is in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Valentine's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A day to remember for most, yet a day to forget for some. A day where dreams sometimes comes true, and sometimes don't. It's a gamble of some sort, putting yourself on the line;  having the courage to actually make a move to convey your feelings or simply just to spend and create special moments with the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I woke up with a couple of things in my mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prepare a paper made rose&lt;/span&gt; (which i failed badly at)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make sure everything's in place, and well in order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vacuum the house and dry the laundry&lt;/span&gt; ( Darn chores, never could run away from them unless it's Chinese New Year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make a special card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shave. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything went on fine, until I tried to make the rose. It was damn bloody complicated and in the end, it turned out to be like an onion. Blame my artistic talent, it sucks to the max I tell ya! Well at least the card turned out to be kinda... cool~! &gt;.&lt; style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"why? because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;did not take me out.thts y. hmph!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and a text message saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"dude you gg liao"&lt;/span&gt;. So I got ready in a flash... but in the end I pushed off from my house at 6 plus. @.@ But it was all good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The sun had not set; my plan was to drive all the way to the beach to get a glimpse of the sunset. But it was cancelled though. :/ And that means early dinner for us, because she was already hungry and so was I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;dine at the Sampan + sunset&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flashback&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Earlier on I tried to make reservations for The Harpers Restaurant, but the dude there told me this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We accept reservations only"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh and so I thought what the heck, just try out my luck and see whether there's any more available tables there. So I parked the car and we walked to the restaurant, only to see in despair, a note written by hand pasted outside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;'Fully Booked, Reservations only'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;dine at a proper restaurant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meaning it's now down to the Coconut House. So we walked. And walked. And walked again (the car is quite a distance to the Coconut House because I thought it was supposed to be Harpers -.-) until we reached the place. It was damn packed alright, I thought it was full at first glance. But the lady at the restaurant came and told us that there's still one table at the back. Back sounds nice, right up to the point that it was so freaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;AT THE BACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;3 steps to the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;proper seating for dinner&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My heart was heavy, out of guilt I think. I wanted the best and I ended up with the worst. She was telling me how much she 'hates' me, I guess I couldn't blame her because I hated myself too at that point. :( She even scrapped out so much coconut flesh and said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"I'm digging out all the hate right here, make sure you drink it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(EDIT: She was just joking about it, and in the end we laughed out of the silliness.)&lt;/span&gt; But I cannot possibly forget how charming she was, under the dim light. The 'back' wasn't really that bad. It was actually quiet; minus the staff walking to the storeroom to get stuff. It wasn't what I expected, but it sure does made us happy. But the stupid pizza we ordered came 1 and a half hours later. -.- It made damn many customers pissed though. Must be the name of the place: Coconut House?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;proper dinner&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (the lady said it was the oven, which is dumb because the 'oven' was&lt;br /&gt;working fine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah movie was supposed to be at 10.25p.m., and I even booked the tickets beforehand. Due to unforeseen circumstances (stupid pizza oven?), we were late. To make things worse, there was a massive jam on the bridge at Kota Laksamana. We got stuck in a freaking jam. I should have known. But well, it was great to spend time with her in the car. Looking at her staring to blank space (I tell you, she thinking of how sucky the day is T-T) just dazzles me. Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Movie date&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;freaking failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So we decided in the end to just go to the beach and forget about the city. Which was the right move. We even traded our presents there, and I got something that I wanted a long long time ago. Thank you so much for it! It even has one with a frame, with me in itttttt!! :D :D :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;*darn I gotta get a camera or a better phone to take pictures*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You've been through so much trouble to get it done and I really appreciate everything. It's now in my room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We spent the last few hours of Valentine's Day on the beach, talking. Yet, those last few hours meant the most to me. Everything was clear. Everything was perfect. After all the suffering and disappointments, at long last we got what we wanted. I would trade the whole day just for that few hours with her again. It was... beyond perfect. How could I ever wished for more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ending &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;the best you can ever get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm really sorry though for making it so rubbishy and so unplanned-ny. It was my first one with you and I partially.... wait FULLY screwed it. But it was the best one I ever had, with all the disappointments all together. If I could re-do the evening I would, but I won't change anything for the ending because it was something to remember for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I love you, more than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hope my gifts was enough to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we didn't skip the initial plan, we wouldn't have made it to Coconut House because Sampan was crowded as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we didn't have our dinner at Coconut House, we wouldn't have spent so much time together just walking away as though as nobody knew us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we didn't get that last table behind, I wouldn't have enjoyed my precious moments with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we didn't wait that long for our dinner, I wouldn't have known so much more about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we didn't miss the movie, we wouldn't have went to the beach to spend our Valentine's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we didn't went for the beach, I think I wouldn't have realised how lucky I was, just to be with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;P.s. : Next year, no more hiding and no more disappointments! &gt;.&lt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;P.p.s : I looooooooooooovveeeeeee mine! :D I even wrapped it up and it's now under my pillow! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-6953360188509145161?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6953360188509145161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=6953360188509145161' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6953360188509145161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6953360188509145161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-frankenstined.html' title='Valentine&apos;s?  Frankenstined.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-6279478699635823916</id><published>2009-02-04T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:49:05.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's worse than everything you've ever imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's worse than the worse thing you could think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's just so terrible that I can't find the right words to describe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yes, It's a killer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reaping out your heart seemed more sensible than sustaining this torture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Telling yourself, It's 'my' fault over and over again like a tape recorder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;being unconscious is the most sensible thing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I deserved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I definitely can endure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iLu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-6279478699635823916?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6279478699635823916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=6279478699635823916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6279478699635823916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6279478699635823916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/02/pain.html' title='Pain?'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-3553707348106290723</id><published>2009-01-31T11:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:55:58.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lfhsdfhflsdhncvklbndfklbnsighaejaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F**K. I need a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-3553707348106290723?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/3553707348106290723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=3553707348106290723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3553707348106290723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3553707348106290723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/01/lfhsdfhflsdhncvklbndfklbnsighaejaw.html' title='lfhsdfhflsdhncvklbndfklbnsighaejaw'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-3524374136094059403</id><published>2009-01-25T22:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:25:19.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life As It Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are times when you wake up in the morning with an uneasy feeling, just as if you made a huge mistake in your life and you can't do anything about it. My point is that uneasy feeling really is a pain in the butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life's that way, it's unfair sometimes; it gives you happiness and takes them away the next day. It gets worse when you compare yourself to some lucky ba**ards out there who clean their asses with 50 dollar bills. Then you start to look at yourself, with a 50 cent coin on your hands, trying to imitate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Fudge, it hurts!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dumbass. Of course it hurts, you're not using paper but coins! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My point is: The not-so-lucky ones try to do what the 'lucky' ones do and they fail miserably. It's a pity that the world's unfair. Always comparing and judging against each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes, doing good stuff can make you look like a donkey too. Imagine yourself, feeding a poor man on the street by giving them bread. Yeah, you're doing the right thing! But wait a minute... That poor man robs you instead, pointing at you with a knife in his hands claiming for money. You hand him your wallet, he takes the money and demands more from you. Where's the justice in this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"I'm a retarded fudge."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Helping somebody won't really do you good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The result: Doing the right thing can make you lose everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Limits mean everything. Without limits on something, it goes way out of control and when you know it, everything is gone. You need to apply the right amount of pressure to make it happen; too little won't have any effect on it, and too much will make you lose control over it. Take for example, money. Spend too little would make you look like a scrouge and too much would make you MC Hammer(This guy's bankrupt).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"It's just too little, too much, and I don't know how to control my 'powers'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uh huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cuz if not, you're a goner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-3524374136094059403?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/3524374136094059403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=3524374136094059403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3524374136094059403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3524374136094059403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-as-it-is.html' title='Life As It Is'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-8219058779138337070</id><published>2009-01-24T02:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:58:58.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;How delighted I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;To acquire a new pair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;of Nike's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;But to my dismay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;I could not obtain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;any pictures of it online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here's the closest I could get. But the colour's different though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SXxu9KLv0rI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LW1zfu6XqQs/s1600-h/2320344586_a584153b32_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SXxu9KLv0rI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LW1zfu6XqQs/s400/2320344586_a584153b32_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295229258865562290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nike Air Prestige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A bit bold perhaps, because mine is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; with a lil &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; around the sides. Oh well, gotta be bold to walk in the cold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-8219058779138337070?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/8219058779138337070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=8219058779138337070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8219058779138337070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8219058779138337070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/01/shoes.html' title='Shoes!'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SXxu9KLv0rI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LW1zfu6XqQs/s72-c/2320344586_a584153b32_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-7704489567791915042</id><published>2009-01-22T12:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:57:02.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months, 90 Days, 2160 Hours, 129600 Minutes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's how long it's been aging. That's how long it's been growing ever since. If I could, I'll documentate every single minute we spent together, every single ups and downs we've had, every single word we said... into a book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;(this book will 'own' the Twilight series like this: *splat*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. But that's impossible for me. So here I am, with a blog post, a happy face and a loving heart; it may be little still, but it already mean a lot to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Throughout those days, we had a couple of misunderstandings. But everything would be fine on the following day. See, I might not be the ideal one for you, but I'll try my best to close the gap and to be on par with the standard you're expecting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I remember the first time when I told you about everything. I really, really thought it was a mistake to do so. Since you were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; at that time. But fortunately, it wasn't because of me. It was someone else and I was mistaken. Though, that time I remembered I was mood-less at that time, sulked in my room till it was morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&gt;.&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. But it was the right thing to do, I believe. Look where we stand now. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your passion for the one thing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;LoVe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the most really amazes me. I used to think that it was just a normal thing to do. But after every performance I've seen; you and your ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.. crew blew me away. I was astonished, to know that it's not just that simple to do those stunts. Yet you stood out in the crowd, earning respect from everyone. There may be some moments when things won't go the way you want, therefore those moments would require you to be calm and contented. I know how hard it is to do so... alone. But now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;it'll be easier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, am I right? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For the last two months, every time I'd give you something, am I right? But for this time, it'll be delayed a bit, for it's with conjunction with the 'inaugural celebration' for your replacement 'pearl white'. So be sure to wait for it, because it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;KOLOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, mind you! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Anyway, I think I ought to sleep now, gotta wake you up (which I failed miserably) later in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you love food. I love food too. Therefore, I love YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Psssssttt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;K-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;r-e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;a-n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;F-o-o-d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, tomorrow, with your 'pearl white', if it arrives. &lt;----- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;This is a date, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-7704489567791915042?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/7704489567791915042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=7704489567791915042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7704489567791915042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7704489567791915042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-months-90-days-2160-hours-129600.html' title='3 Months, 90 Days, 2160 Hours, 129600 Minutes.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-523998947698105675</id><published>2008-12-28T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:36:44.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past few days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I should be studying! It's coming. I can feel the 'breeze'. Exams is just around the corner, yet here I am browsing for something I don't really need just yet... (not to mention blogging...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Shoes~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Damn the person who stole mine. (yes, mine was stolen.. T_T) He 'took' it, with my dogs around the porch from my shoe rack. So much for guard dogs, LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The best one I ever had. Unexpected, yet heart-melting. Friends who made your day a better one! (with the guns and the knives).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Christmas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Portugese Settlement. Crushed by cans, soap-filled cans that stings right up to your nostrils causing you to sneeze yet you can't because you are constantly sprayed with soap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Exams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not prepared, can't screw up this time because if I do probably I'll be dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Holidays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Stop.....thinking...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;@.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm thinking too much.&lt;/span&gt; *slaps own face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-523998947698105675?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/523998947698105675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=523998947698105675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/523998947698105675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/523998947698105675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2008/12/past-few-days.html' title='Past few days.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-1148401876854361097</id><published>2008-12-24T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:45:51.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It would appear that at this particular time of your life you are going through a tough time. You are feeling (or have recently felt) miserable and depressed and perhaps you are still feeling that way. Maybe all the trials and tribulations just aren't worth it. Your present anxieties could have been associated with either your 'private' or 'business' life - whatever ... what you really need at this time is to get away from it all, maybe a vacation - alone, or better still, perhaps with someone that you know really cares for you, someone who appreciates you - not for what you have but for who you are. A short vacation may be all you need to afford you the time to recover and to get back to your normal vital self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very self-sufficient and methodical. You presume to know where you are going but need to find a person who will recognise the way you are, not be too demanding and who is, as they say in Italy, 'Simpatico'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness is soul destroying and at this time you feel lost and lonely, perhaps it is because you feel so frustrated that you are prepared to go out of your way to become emotionally involved with someone who could accept you for what you are. You are egocentric, antagonistic and quick to take offence, although it must be said, you can control your pent-up up emotion and thus avoid open conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are feeling trapped by the situation as it stands at this time and what is more, you feel powerless to remedy it. You are stressful, angry and disgruntled. You feel that everything that you try to do to change the situation is thwarted and your hopes and aspirations all seem to be receding into the ever distant future. You have reached the state where you now doubt whether your dreams will ever be achieved and this is not only causing mental stress but heartache. You need to get away from it all - you need to have time to think, to recuperate, to be able to make your own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are anxious about all the limitations to which you are subjected to at this time. You feel that you are not valued for what or who you are. You need OUT. So why procrastinate any longer - MOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing is that it's 99% accurate. Got it from &lt;a href="http://marilynleo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marilyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s blog and wanted to try it out myself. Ended up having something that stabs your heart and smacks your forehead hard, like a car crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How many times are you gonna say that anyway?", said Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That was the last time I'm saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Honestly, it sucks badly to just sit around and do nothing when you can. Even to the person whom you treasure the most. Nobody else is to be blamed but yourself. It keeps on repeating; too much and it'll be gone in a flash, without even realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit happens, yes... but too much shit for a short period of time is unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Karma&lt;/span&gt; perhaps? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I shouldn't have killed those ants...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;According to Beng, this month (freakin' December) is the period where love goes unintentionally wrong. Tragic, yet true. I'm a believer.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-1148401876854361097?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/1148401876854361097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=1148401876854361097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/1148401876854361097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/1148401876854361097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2008/12/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-3371548465907777324</id><published>2008-12-21T02:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T03:08:21.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hapeee Burfdaeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;19 years&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; age &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks to all of you who celebrated together at Mori's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(Nic, Beng, Jason, Siew, LowPetPet, Adrian, Boon Yew, Dennis)&lt;/span&gt; along with the CS game! Man, no matter what you guys are still the best and I really, really appreciate everything that's been done! &lt;/span&gt;Thankssssssss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks to 'You', the one with the Digi shirt. You've done so much in a day to make me happy that I can't possibly stop smiling like a donkey. @.@ Everything was a surprise right up to the end. The 1st one is really comfy, beyond my expectations. The 2nd one made me smile in shock, to know that it was 'hidden' in the car boot. Lastly, the 3rd one made me speechless yet happy; contented with everything. It sealed the whole thing. =) You can't possibly tell how much I actually appreciate everything that you've done and honestly, je t'aime. Sarang ha yo. :-D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To my family, you guys are the best. Happy Birthday to you too, dad. Having the same birthday really rocks, especially with your dad!! Mom, thanks alot for the shoes, though it's delayed, I don't mind as long as i get em'! Sis, you're as lame as ever but yet again, you did give me something and the thought that counts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every year seems to be different from the other. This year is definately better than last year! Very, very much contented! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Thank you to all of you, again! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P/s : &lt;/span&gt;21st december, you think I'd forget? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-3371548465907777324?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/3371548465907777324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=3371548465907777324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3371548465907777324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/3371548465907777324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2008/12/hapeee-burfdaeee.html' title='Hapeee Burfdaeee!'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-5977197829557788279</id><published>2008-12-17T11:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:04:37.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Marilyn (Jumper!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been tagged! And so here's my answers for the tag. Remarkably, some are like true and fits just right. But there are some too that's stupid. @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Put your iTunes/any other players on shuffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Tag 1 X infinity number of friends who might enjoy doing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Here In My Home - Malaysian Artistes For Unity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (Weird enough..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Man Who Can't Be Moved - The Script &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Cool~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;With You -Chris Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Somehow I have nothing to say on this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Face Down - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/span&gt; (In other words, 'no face see'. Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop and Stare - OneRepublic&lt;/span&gt; (Nooo~!! I don't stare at stuff!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cookie Jar - Gym Class Heroes &lt;/span&gt;(If it means food then it's true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let Love In - Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/span&gt; (Ewww.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The Little Things - Colbie Cailat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (For example, nagging &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything You Want - Vertical Horizon&lt;/span&gt; (Yeap! Anything 'you' want!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You and Me - Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (If only I could answer this in exams.....)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time After Time - Elliot Minor &lt;/span&gt; (I don't get what it means though.. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'd Rather Be With You - Joshua Radin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;( :-) Yeap, more than anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally - Fergie&lt;/span&gt; (Finally, I'm studying. Yeah right.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;1234-Plain White T's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Eh I got the same one! Fate fate!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;How To Save A Life - The Fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (Hahahahahaha!  I don't wanna die!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Everything's Magic - Angels and Airwaves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(No idea what it means)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictures Of You - The Last Goodnight&lt;/span&gt; (Eh eh i don't do those stuff okay??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;18. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Don't Love You - My Chemical Romance&lt;/span&gt; (Which is totally untrue! I love all of you, only lesser than someone-lah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19. WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Days Bad Days - Kaiser Chiefs&lt;/span&gt; ( @.@ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20. HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gives You Hell - All American Rejects &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;( Die with vengeance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;21. DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unwell - Matchbox Twenty&lt;/span&gt; ( I don't need anybody else, I've the perfect one already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;22. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gotta Be Somebody - Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Yeah, somebody RICH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;23. WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evening News - Jason Lo&lt;/span&gt; (I rarely watch the news..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;24. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jumper - Third Eye Blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ( LOL. It's in the post title already.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;People I'd like to tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chan Yang Tze *mampus you, double tag*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yvonne *Update!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sandra Wong *Say wanna badminton*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desmond Yong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esther Cheah *What's so funny with my facebook status update?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shereen Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Derek Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bla bla bla.... Whoever who reads my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;P.S. : I'm sorry for spoiling your day. T-T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-5977197829557788279?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/5977197829557788279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=5977197829557788279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5977197829557788279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/5977197829557788279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged-by-marilyn-jumper.html' title='Tagged by Marilyn (Jumper!)'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-8540498432038505353</id><published>2008-12-12T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:36:27.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PCFAiR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Going for it tomorrow at KLCC. Hoping to see good stuffs and buy good stuffs without money. T_T Bankrupt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I think I'm gonna get a printer, a cheap one that's worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Other than that, we'll see what comes along the way....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Can't wait to see those epic booths with super-computers and rigs that might just melt your buttocks off your pants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not to mention, new games that would be introduced to the public. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But the crowd will definitely kill me and suffocation is the cause of death. Imagine the smell of super-sweaty armpits from hell, with those tentacle-like 'bulu'. Crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pork porridge, here I come~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-8540498432038505353?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/8540498432038505353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=8540498432038505353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8540498432038505353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8540498432038505353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2008/12/pcfair.html' title='PCFAiR!'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-1749289566522221148</id><published>2008-12-10T00:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:42:48.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CrappyGassySandra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A friend of mine (Sandra D-A-M-N youu!) sent me this e-mail, asking me to "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go see lah!!! plsplspls&lt;/span&gt;" after saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh i forward u stg DAMN geli&lt;/span&gt;". Curious enough, i checked my email, titled '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wash First - Bra(scary -.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Why would she send me something about bras?" =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;*click*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;*click click scroll*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"WTF".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Disgusted. Gross. Eventhough I have less chances to actually 'acquire' THEM, I'm still super freaked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I didn't bother to read the story attached to it and the first thing I saw was this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ picture removed due to complaints. Ask for picture if you want to have a look =) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There you go. It still gives me the creeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's the bloody story which I think is pure bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Wash your bra's before you wear them!!! Please make it a habit from &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;now &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;to wash your &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;newly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;-purchased Undergarments before wearing them. This is sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;After anthropologist Susan McKinley came back home from an expedition in South America, she noticed a very strange rash on her left breast.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knew what it was and she quickly dismissed it believing that the holes would leave in time. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;he decided&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;to see a doctor after she started developing &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;i&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;ntense pains. The doctor, not knowing the exact severity of the disease, gave her Antibiotics and special creams. As time lapsed the pain did not subside and her left breast became more inflamed and started to bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decided to bandage her sores&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;owever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; as Susan's pain grew more intense &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;he decided to seek help from a more &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;qual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;ified doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Lynch could not diagnose the infection and told Susan to seek the aid of one of his colleagues who specialise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;d&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; in dermatology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the doctor was on vacation. She waited for two weeks and finally was able to reach the dermatologist. Sadly, a life changing event was about to unfold during her appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Miss McKinley's surprise, after she removed the bandages, they found Larvae growing and squirming within the pores and sores of her breast.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes these wicked creatures would all together simultaneously move around into different crevices. What she didn't know was that the holes were in fact, deeper than she had originally thought, for these larvae were feeding off the fat, tissue, and even milk canals of her breast. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think it's photoshop-ed, because the larvae/worm/maggots/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;whateverfcukitisIdontcare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; is sorta like placed in the holes neatly. But DAAYYYMMMNN. Look at the size of em'. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not the tit!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nightmares oh nightmares. Here I come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - another random picture courtesy of Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/ST6_Zf6bIMI/AAAAAAAAABo/vZWzaf4q_jw/s1600-h/DSC04944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/ST6_Zf6bIMI/AAAAAAAAABo/vZWzaf4q_jw/s320/DSC04944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277866258108981442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Notice the letters- 'g', 'y', and 'e' there? Wattafak? Chinese-fied word for gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-1749289566522221148?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/1749289566522221148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=1749289566522221148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/1749289566522221148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/1749289566522221148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2008/12/crappygassysandra.html' title='CrappyGassySandra'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/ST6_Zf6bIMI/AAAAAAAAABo/vZWzaf4q_jw/s72-c/DSC04944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-7987060910639288355</id><published>2008-11-20T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:33:08.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BadSquaTen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Badminton, Squash and Tennis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in a week. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WO&lt;/span&gt;OOoo&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fun I tell ya, but tiring and hell-of-a pain. Getting your face burned by the sun (played in the afternoon because of our noobness, we thought it was gonna be cloudy throughout the day-because it was at first!) and getting SmAsHeD by squash balls plus doing splits in the badminton court was all part of the plan. I used to have muscle aches and cramps after any sport but right now they're all gone. More like I got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I don't see me getting any larger in terms of body size... LOL. Maybe I'm not eating right. &gt;.&lt; ( &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Pork meat FTW!&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun though. I would love to do it more often!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Physically fit?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Sunburn?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Blisters?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell yeah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Fever?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uhuh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Missing you? all the time......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-7987060910639288355?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/7987060910639288355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=7987060910639288355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7987060910639288355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/7987060910639288355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2008/11/badsquaten.html' title='BadSquaTen'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-8925161654982375462</id><published>2008-11-15T02:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:09:33.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombified</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here I am, it's near 3 a.m. in the morning and I'm not asleep. Heck, I'm not even awake. Feeling rather brainless. I'm playing a Counter-strike-ish game called Far Cry 2 and all I did was kill a person and then stab him over and over again with my knife. I don't really know why I did that but the sheer amount of pleasure I had to release whatever 'anger' that's inside me was unbelievable. Maybe I'm turning into a zombie. A heartless one. The weird thing is, I can't even sit by myself anymore, alone, or else I'll start thinking of useless and wrong things that may/might/possibly create a mild heart attack at this age. It hurts though and I have no idea why (well maybe I do but I'm tired of guessing) it does. Screw me and my civilized acts. I'm going rambo tonight and I don't think I wanna sleep though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Being a useless one won't help much. Changing into something less useless needs plenty of heart. Heart is what I'm lacking right now. The 'heart' to know what I'm dealing with as I'm totally clueless here. But I do know I was sincere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ny1-iram &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-8925161654982375462?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/8925161654982375462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=8925161654982375462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8925161654982375462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8925161654982375462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2008/11/zombified.html' title='Zombified'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-8095547386603984087</id><published>2008-11-14T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:51:41.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Happens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myspaceantics.com/images/funny/shit-happens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 247px;" src="http://www.myspaceantics.com/images/funny/shit-happens.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how it changes. I hope it's really nothing much. Waking up with a bad feeling is really really...... shit-ty. Not to say that it's not caused by me, but i suppose it's my fault so maybe I deserve this. But I do know that whatever I said earlier was from my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-8095547386603984087?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/8095547386603984087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=8095547386603984087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8095547386603984087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/8095547386603984087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2008/11/shit-happens.html' title='Shit Happens.'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-957796455940159567</id><published>2008-11-07T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:35:02.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you tell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way I look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;The stare I give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;When you and I are alone together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;With my gestures on everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Acting dumb but profound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Everytime we meet around the bend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;When I offer you my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;With slight hesitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;To cross the hazardous and perilous 'ocean'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;With the music I make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;whistling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Saying "I love you" in secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;When I call on to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;For dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;But in fact it's just an excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;How much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;That a simple guy like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Could actually be lucky enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;To have known you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;To have met you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Indeed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-957796455940159567?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/957796455940159567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=957796455940159567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/957796455940159567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/957796455940159567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-you-tell_07.html' title='Can you tell?'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-2698487106946762794</id><published>2008-11-07T00:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:52:43.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Tastes As Good As Chocolate Fudge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The feeling of failing something is beyond supreme. Getting your head chopped off and then minced into meatballs is less painful than the feeling you get when you realise that you screwed up something that's not supposed to be screwed around with. Poking the Ogre sounds so fun and tempting, until he realises and smashes you into bits of shredded meat. Well I guess my 'ogre' was the exam paper. I poked too hard and now it's mad. It's making me study for another exam. Which is bullshit and I wonder how did I actually failed that paper in the first place. But making a fuss about it is not gonna change a thing. Guess I'll just have to live with the fact that I'm a moron and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a moron should perish in the fires of hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, well in this case it's MMU's exam hall. Stupid me. Lazy me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, speaking about failing exams won't make me happy. But there is this one thing that has actually trampled my heart and making me fall in love with it day by day. My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Creative Sound Blaster X-Fi XtremeGamer Fatal1ty Pro Series &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;soundcard. Music to my ears. Well, literally. I didn't know that a soundcard could make so much difference. Seriously. Stupid stock on-board. You suck! (go Google for more info~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh and another thing, I went to Port Dickson the other day and had tons of stuff to write about but currently I'm super duper lazy and moodless so I guess it'll just have to wait, especially the post about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Noobie's Penyu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; that i miraculously caught on camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Thumbs up for the picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Badminton and squash and tennis. These few days, continuously I've been going for those. The pain. In my muscles. In my legs and arms. Not to forget my buttocks. @@ Oh well, I've got used to the cramp-y feeling already so what the heck. Another round, anyone? (Pardon me for the errosive grips on the squash racquets earlier on, to those few who have played with me. They were unbearable for me too, the intensity of the smell LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to share a story about my luck today. I went to KFC for dinner earlier on and I ordered a Snack plate (2 pieces of fried chicken, a bun and 2 small containers of mashed potatoes and coleslaw). As usual I wanted breast meat but the bugger said it was out of stock ( how in the world could a fast food restaurant ran out of chicken breast meat??) and so she insisted on replacing it with thighs. Oh well, I was hungry and I took it without complaining. So I started eating and stuff and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;WTFFOMGBBQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; it's not cooked properly. You could see chunks of blood in it, like, I dunno, blood? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ewww.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But the gluttonous me continued eating until at a point a friend of mine said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hey you know, you can change that uncooked piece with another one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;". I stared at him for a minute and looked back at the piece I had on my plate. I ate almost all of it, except for the uncooked part. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;But I ate like, almost all already. Still can meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" My friend replied, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Go and change-lah, can one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;". So I went and I got a new piece. Woot! The counter for the number of pieces of chicken I had now is 3. Now, with my dumb luck, the other piece was the same too! Another free piece! So in total I had like 4 pieces of chicken, paid for 2 and the other 2 was complimentary. How satisfying. Now I'm gonna be as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;To a friend of mine who had 3rd place in a competition. In my eyes you guys are 1st place. :D The stupid PA system is messed up. Without the sound flaw I think you guys would do better. Don't worry, to many, you guys did well. So be proud of yourselves for the effort! Congratulations!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now I've gotta go study, again for sh!ts. Toodles and good night. Oh and God, thanks alot for the extra pieces of chicken. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-2698487106946762794?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/2698487106946762794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=2698487106946762794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/2698487106946762794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/2698487106946762794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-tastes-as-good-as-chocolate_07.html' title='Nothing Tastes As Good As Chocolate Fudge'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457351296127981998.post-6951630958725790862</id><published>2008-10-28T21:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:39:29.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Use Less Useless Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have plenty of useless things. Junk. Disposable, nonetheless. But still I keep them because they're like too much memories around to throw them away. Take for example, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super old, super durable mechanical pencil&lt;/span&gt; that's filled with carbon in its core. It's freaking ugly, mind you. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; in colour and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;missing it's cap&lt;/span&gt; (so I replaced it with another one of a different colour) plus sometimes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the lead gets stuck for no reason&lt;/span&gt;. But, oh well, it's been with me for like since standard 6 and ever since then I did my exam papers with it right up to today. My point is, things that are considered useless do have it's memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The list goes on and on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Old textbooks (they're still on the selves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Cds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Posters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Magazines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- My old, fried power supply from my comp&lt;/span&gt;uter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Slippers since primary school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Toys since childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Lotsa other crap around, if you were to dig hard enough I wonder what treasure you'll find&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though, some things that have potential bad thoughts were hastily discarded. If you get what I mean. It might be costly, it might be thoughtful. But people do move on. New things come by, so do new thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But, how I'd wish that I could discard myself. How I'd wish that I could actually plan my future from the start. Useless? True enough. Trying to be NOT useless is the key of survival. I am far too stupid to even understand the pressure. If you were to watch 'Heroes' on TV, then you might know of a character in the series who has the ability to copy whatever she sees. I want that ability. I want to please other &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Especially you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are things that you can do and you can't do. They are laid right in front of me right now; and the limits of a man is tested badly. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Je t'aime&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ti amo.&lt;/span&gt; Tangsinul sarang ha yo. Kimi o ai shiteru.&lt;/span&gt; That's all I can say in return of my dumbness; in return of my uselessness. By saying that, meaning, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll find whatever means to make it up to you; even if I have to learn them all in an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now that I thought of it, I think my old toothbrush is around in the toilet somewhere still. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;, I gotta toss away! @@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457351296127981998-6951630958725790862?l=zacharytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6951630958725790862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457351296127981998&amp;postID=6951630958725790862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6951630958725790862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457351296127981998/posts/default/6951630958725790862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacharytay.blogspot.com/2008/10/use-less-useless-things.html' title='Use Less Useless Things'/><author><name>Batbun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853804151531513887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wVHJpU8M2fE/SIDgyB8tvrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jy_ls95tKK0/S220/Zach+-+SouthParked2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
