<?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-27627089</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:37:20.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zachary</title><subtitle type='html'>It's a nice blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-8227152663485724748</id><published>2007-10-05T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:46:17.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj5yDocVr1w/RwYjpBFUt3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZHKqZzmQY6s/s1600-h/ferrari599gtb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117817214125520754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj5yDocVr1w/RwYjpBFUt3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZHKqZzmQY6s/s320/ferrari599gtb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ferrari 599 GTB Fiorano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is one nice car. Anyway, i haven't uploaded in a very very long time, and a lot has happened lately, literally A LOT. It's only 2 months or so, but believe me, even a day can seem like forever. Well, the o's are coming in two weeks, and time should not fly as it is now, but should instead slow down tremendously, similar to those 3 period dnt theory lessons. Today was also our last bunch of lessons as a class, and i won't say that i will miss lessons, and nor will i say that i will miss everybody, but i will surely miss being with my classmates. It's a sudden, and rather abrupt end, after 4 whole years. Which is a very long time. And i may not see some people ever again, which has it's pros and cons. But life has not gone terribly bad, but neither has it gotten any better, with the exams approaching as fast as an anvil can be dropped from a 500 foot cliff, and other significant, and yet insignificant events. It's this whole mix that can leave someone wondering if they're in equilibrium again, and then wondering in the next instant whether they're in fact sliding towards delirium. Crazy eh. We've got the next two weeks off, and i sure hope that i can put it to some really really good use. I also hope that all this will work out well. Mind you, hope's a four letter word, but you can choose to rely on it, trust it, believe in it, hate it, or love it. And at this point, god knows what i will choose. Gosh, the number of 'neithers' and 'nors' in this post is mind-boggling. But on a lighter note, everyone's wondering what to do after the exams. Some want a holiday. Some want to work. Some just want to go crazy. But then, some already ARE crazy. I haven't made my decision, but becoming a hermit isn't possible, although i may just sleep and sleep and sleep. And i'd bet that it'll all get boring after a month, after which i will seek something else to do. Haha. Well, we'll see what happens. I guess this is the end of my post, and i hope to 'write' again sometime soon. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, look at all the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Ah, look at all the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been&lt;br /&gt;Lives in a dream&lt;br /&gt;Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door&lt;br /&gt;Who is it for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Where do they all come from ?&lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Where do they all belong ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear&lt;br /&gt;No one comes near.&lt;br /&gt;Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there&lt;br /&gt;What does he care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Where do they all come from?&lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Where do they all belong?&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name&lt;br /&gt;Nobody came&lt;br /&gt;Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave&lt;br /&gt;No one was saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Where do they all come from?&lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Where do they all belong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-8227152663485724748?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/8227152663485724748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=8227152663485724748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/8227152663485724748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/8227152663485724748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/10/ferrari-599-gtb-fiorano.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj5yDocVr1w/RwYjpBFUt3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZHKqZzmQY6s/s72-c/ferrari599gtb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-1536020101038789109</id><published>2007-07-08T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T17:12:59.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO. I'm finally back from my aunt's wedding. Had to wake up at 4am on saturday for the drive to KL. At least i slept in the car. Went to walk around in KLCC, although i didn't buy anything. Nothing much there, really. Then went back to the hotel and slept until it was time to get ready. It felt kinda wierd at the wedding dinner, cause i didn't exactly know all my other cousins, cause i met them when i was really small, and most of them went to australia, so i never met them again until yesterday. So it felt wierd. Plus they put all of us cousins together, although there were two french guys there who were actually my 'new' uncle's friend's children. At least they spoke english. So it was basically the two french guys, my 'new' cousin who's also french, and i talking to each other, while the girls kept to themselves most of the time. But maybe i'll get to talk to some of them sometime, through msn or whatever. And yes, my 'new' uncle's french. Cool eh, now i have french cousins. Anyway, i'm too lazy to get the photos onto blogger cause it's being a total asshole. Doesn't matter. I'm so damn tired now, after the 4-hour drive. And i don't know if i should just waste today away, or get my physics file all done up and then try and study or something. Well i guess i have no choice but to do physics. I guess this post ends here, so bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-1536020101038789109?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/1536020101038789109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=1536020101038789109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/1536020101038789109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/1536020101038789109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-7896964355246258187</id><published>2007-07-03T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:11:09.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm back. And today i decided to change the image on the blog, i don't know why. I'll keep changing it over time. Saves the trouble of getting a new skin when i can change the image. And my comp's working fine after the minor adjustment. Thank goodness. Today was fine, no less uneventful than any other school day. Had english remedial after school, which was a waste of time. Seriously. They gave us a 99-page booklet held together by one damn staple at the top left hand corner. Looked like a budget disguised as 'function'. Haha. Well this is starting to suck cause i have to rush my damn design folio. Thank god i'm more than halfway through. And i'm running out of words, so i guess this is goodbye. Autobots, transform and roll out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-7896964355246258187?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/7896964355246258187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=7896964355246258187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/7896964355246258187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/7896964355246258187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-1154552464424376422</id><published>2007-07-02T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:04:18.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autobots, transform and roll out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah im back. After a long time. So i decided to change my blog skin! It was another rather erm, interesting experience as always. I'm happy today cause not only did i change this blog skin, i also changed my comp's ram! yeahh. We'll see what else i can change around here. I haven't exactly been studying, and even though i do, i don't feel like i'm studying as hard as others. And on friday, I WATCHED TRANSFORMERS. Awesome la. I've been telling everyone i could that it's awesome, so whoever reads this, you're included! And if you haven't watched it, don't be a lazy ass and get your lazy ass to the cinema and watch it man. I'm tired now, so i think i will go sleep. Damn, the long weekend is over, but nevermind. BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-1154552464424376422?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/1154552464424376422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=1154552464424376422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/1154552464424376422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/1154552464424376422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/07/autobots-transform-and-roll-out.html' title='Autobots, transform and roll out.'/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-6939440924569938812</id><published>2007-05-27T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:32:39.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;HOW'RE THEY HANGIN', KEMOSABE ? Yes, i'm back. After months and months. Guess nothing much's been happening. Chinese O's tomorrow. Hmmmm. Let's see. OHFUCKNOWAY. Yeah. Damn scared of not being able to understand the essay questions. Saturday was my last lesson with my tuition teacher. Hopefully i don't have to go back, which means hopefully i pass. It was a bit sad to leave, after 5 years going there for tuition. I'll miss those super long bus rides. Damn, 5 years is over so quick. I guess photos and videos are the only windows to our pasts, as well as a bridge of rememberance between the living and the dead, if you get what i mean. Yes, time flies. And i only have around 4 months to the O's, i think. I haven't began studying, and i'm waay back. This sucks so bad. But let's just hope it all goes well. All i want to do is mass comm. It's a really lousy feeling, having nearly no life whatsoever this year. It's also a lousy feeling, knowing you may never see certain people again. It's also a lousy feeling, getting used to a new environment, where  nearly everyone may not know you. But i guess thats life. But i hope more in this cohort want to go to jc, so i may just have an easier time getting into poly. Argh. Here's a list of things to do or whatever this year, and the next.&lt;br /&gt;1) get enough points for ngee ann's mass comm course.&lt;br /&gt;2) get money for shopping. (especially this)&lt;br /&gt;3) have as much fun as possible in school while i can.&lt;br /&gt;4) not get knocked down by a reversing lorry.&lt;br /&gt;5) get starcraft 2.&lt;br /&gt;6) write a book ! (i know it's crazy, but it'll be soo cool, i swear.)&lt;br /&gt;7) go to taste of chaos ?&lt;br /&gt;8) go for the singapore F1 grand prix.&lt;br /&gt;9) be LESS skinny.&lt;br /&gt;10) go to america again if i can ?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I THINK it may get expensive, next year. But i'll see how it goes first. BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-6939440924569938812?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/6939440924569938812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=6939440924569938812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/6939440924569938812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/6939440924569938812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/05/howre-they-hangin-kemosabe-yes-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-1559552476687372485</id><published>2007-04-18T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T20:18:45.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, i do realise i have not posted in ages. I guess life's been rather hectic, and i can't help but feel the heat of the exams. It's all so sudden, how everyone suddenly reveals to you that you've got 2 weeks to the mid-years, 41 days and counting to the mandarin o levels, 2 months until submission for the design and technology folio and under 4 months till the o levels begin. Oh the horror, the terrible horror. And oh, life is so sudden, that i have to narrate to you this incident. Yesterday we were supposed to have a design course for design and technology, taught by product designers. I had this course since last year, so i recognise one designer from last year. But anyway, it was revealed to some of us that one of them passed away in a motor accident. God bless his soul. All the designers there were rather young, and it's sad to see how everything can be taken from you in a instant, when you lose control on the road, when you skip a light. Sometimes we wish we were dead, me included, at the slightest sign of crisis. But yet sometimes, you don't have to wish, for in the end, it's a descision the man up there makes. Scary how your life hangs by a rope, a rope that wears off day by day, in miniscule amounts. It's just that some people's ropes wear off quicker than others. This whole subject is crazy, and i'm convinced that i'm on the verge, or have already begun, typing in nonsense. So i shall stop here for today, and this is where this rather morbid post ends. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I'm in no way emotionally confused, distressed or depressed. Those are facts of life, morbid as they are. Please appreciate this post for what it is, and not for who you think or want the writer to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-1559552476687372485?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/1559552476687372485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=1559552476687372485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/1559552476687372485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/1559552476687372485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/04/yes-i-do-realise-i-have-not-posted-in.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-7060100479243654214</id><published>2007-04-03T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:04:12.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="290" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jy2LcOU-n14"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jy2LcOU-n14" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="290" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GARETH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-7060100479243654214?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/7060100479243654214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=7060100479243654214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/7060100479243654214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/7060100479243654214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-gareth.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-4063895150141619910</id><published>2007-04-02T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:20:54.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss the part, when we were moving forward now&lt;br /&gt;(On our way down)&lt;br /&gt;But maybe someday, I'll be something more than love&lt;br /&gt;Just know I'll never tell&lt;br /&gt;And when you're on your way down&lt;br /&gt;(Through the clouds)&lt;br /&gt;And you're waiting for your body's re-entry again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;When fighting with the ones we've loved&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we say what we're thinking of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing parts, now that you've told me everything&lt;br /&gt;(On our way down)&lt;br /&gt;And I was blessed and I've forgotten how to love&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd never tell&lt;br /&gt;And when you're on your way down&lt;br /&gt;(Through the clouds)&lt;br /&gt;And you're waiting for your body's re-entry again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;When fighting with the ones we've loved&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we say what we're thinking of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even I will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;When fighting with the ones we've loved&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;We say these things to know they're real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;When fighting with the ones we've loved&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we say what we're thinking of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;When fighting with the one's we've loved&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know they're real. Real.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-4063895150141619910?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/4063895150141619910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=4063895150141619910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/4063895150141619910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/4063895150141619910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-miss-part-when-we-were-moving-forward.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-1671022163135157059</id><published>2007-03-29T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T21:48:09.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;HEY. Ladies and gentlemen, i am fringe-less. Well not bald at the front and with hair on the rest of my head, but whatever i have left is really short. It's up to you to decide if it's an official bad hair day, for those who will see me tomorrow. I guess i'll have to wake up earlier to get my hair done. It's been a rather lousy week for me. First, i lost my blogger password, which is why i'm only able to post today. I was playing Worms with my friend's phone in class and it got confiscated (i'm sorry bigtime, dexter). And i got caught for my hair (damn teacher called me a guy out of survivor and said i won a million rupees, which was out of the point and really stupid). And finally, the hopefully last bad event of my week will maybe be the declaration that my hair's a disaster. Well of course i'm not hoping for that one. And there were other minor events that somewhat just contributed to the downfall of this week as a whole. But aside from all that, i'm still a happy person. And it's scary to see so many people shaving their heads in school, so i won't stand out. I actually felt like posting something nasty i feel about someone, but i thought i won't since he'll forget his oh-so-godly attitude which he displays for all to see in church and come to school like the devil he is and look for me. Well, part of me tells me not to post about him, and to instead just feel true, sincere pity in my heart for his irrannoying pharisee ass. And with that off my chest, let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock.&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock.&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost for words, so i guess that i have moved on in a small way. So until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-1671022163135157059?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/1671022163135157059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=1671022163135157059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/1671022163135157059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/1671022163135157059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-3637555145638965533</id><published>2007-03-23T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T20:52:11.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have arrived at blogger again. After ages. Well, i don't really want to explain those things that happened in the past month, but here's the breakdown of what i do remember.&lt;br /&gt;-took a pile of photos with linnette's ultra retarded camera.&lt;br /&gt;-first jamming session.&lt;br /&gt;-second jamming session.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it surely is a measly amount to remember for a month, but i tend to forget, so yeah. I won't bother putting pictures in here because it won't fit. But first the camera thing. Well i went out during the holidays to meet a few friends for some pool, and after that went to meet linnette. She and her panasonic Lumix digitalSLR camera. Dammit, and what i had was 3.2megapixel, thanks bigtime to my parents. We took like over a hundred photos, before deciding to go home, which was when she prevented me from getting off the damn train at toa payoh. Thanks linnette, for making me go nearly dillusional. But as she was on the way back from guiding me to my bus stop, some malay fellows followed her. Hah retribution. Next, is the jamming session. It was fun, with gareth as lead vocals and lead guitarist, phuay hao (aka thomas, bolby and pei hao) as backup and guitarist, lucien as bassist (but he couldnt make it the first time) and me as drummer. It was real fun although i hadn't learnt the song well enough. And last but not least is today's jamming session ! Today was ultrabigtimesuperduper fun. Lucien managed to make it too. I don't remember sweating when jamming the first time, but today i was, i don't know why. Overdrive. Hope every jamming session will be like that, equally fun. AND OH. ANY SUGGESTIONS FOR A BAND NAME ? WE'RE POP PUNK/INDIE ( WE GUESS ). GIVE ME A TAG PLEASE. THANKS. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-3637555145638965533?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/3637555145638965533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=3637555145638965533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/3637555145638965533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/3637555145638965533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-arrived-at-blogger-again.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-6322120129654535426</id><published>2007-03-10T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T19:43:00.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Velocity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;AND I'M BACK. The past few days, i've been trying to figure out this damn blog of mine, trying to somehow get it to "moult", to start anew. Sometimes i think i expect too much. Blogger screwed up for me, but thanks to brendon, everything seems fine again. Although it's just a template, i somehow got into such deep shit that at one point it seemed irreversible. But thank god i managed to get out of it all. The past few weeks and days have been okay, and now i await to see what the holiday brings. I know it won't bring much as i have to study, but i'm sure there has to be some kick in it. Hopefully it's not a nasty kick. I really have nothing much to say today, after all the changes i've made to this blog, so here's an exerpt form a book i'm currently reading, velocity by dean koontz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'...the freak had constructed the message by sampling different existing audio, perhaps books on tape by different readers.'&lt;br /&gt;'I will...kill a...pretty redhead. If you...say...waste the bitch...i will...kill...her...quickly. Otherwise...she will...suffer...much...torture. You...have...one minute...to...say...waste the bitch. The choice...is...yours.'&lt;br /&gt;'The running audio tape produced two more words: "...thirty seconds..."&lt;br /&gt;"...fifteen seconds..."&lt;br /&gt;'His mouth was dry. His tongue grew thick. He didn't believe that he could speak, but he did: "waste the bitch."&lt;br /&gt;'The freak hung up. So did Billy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-6322120129654535426?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/6322120129654535426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=6322120129654535426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/6322120129654535426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/6322120129654535426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/03/velocity.html' title='Velocity.'/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-7989403927175739352</id><published>2007-02-22T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T16:26:40.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's look the world into the eyes, and say just one more time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034363141866480770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oj5yDocVr1w/Rd2mmrVFZII/AAAAAAAAACc/vhNWleUNG10/s320/DSC00357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH BACK. After ages. And happy chinese new year to all you celebrating blog hoppers. Tax collection was great this year. but half went to the bank and the other half i got to spend ! Well just look at the picture. And the unfolded tshirt's not black. It's dark grey. There IS a difference. I only put one shoe cause you'll get the idea. And the background's my blanket ! Yeah. Went to brendon's place after shopping, where we did stupid stuff. Drank and played 21. I took home over 8bucks after starting with 50cents ! Yeahh. And bolby and i fell asleep on the bus. Went to my uncle's place in clementi after that. Thanks savin for giving me directions. Bloody one hour long bus ride. But i got to play pool, so i guess it was worth it. And i was sort of forced to buy new shoes, cause my macbeths are starting to tear, and i don't want to damage it further. My poor darlings. But i will still wear them once in a while. Today was okay. Brendon wiped curry on my shirt, and bolby hit me in the nose. Well sort of. Made me sneeze like a madass. Anyway. I'd better go. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-7989403927175739352?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/7989403927175739352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=7989403927175739352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/7989403927175739352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/7989403927175739352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/02/lets-look-world-into-eyes-and-say-just.html' title='Let&apos;s look the world into the eyes, and say just one more time.'/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oj5yDocVr1w/Rd2mmrVFZII/AAAAAAAAACc/vhNWleUNG10/s72-c/DSC00357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-4210898443973413109</id><published>2007-02-11T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T19:08:24.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother machine gun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030201257755510338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj5yDocVr1w/Rc7dZI09hkI/AAAAAAAAACI/GicIF6bojLM/s320/Untitled-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Central’s never busy, always on the line&lt;br /&gt;You may hear from heaven almost any time&lt;br /&gt;’Tis a royal service, free for one and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;When you get in trouble, give this royal line a call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Telephone to glory, oh, what joy divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can feel the current moving on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Built by God the Father for His very own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You may talk to Jesus on His royal telephone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;There will be no charges, telephone is free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was built for service, just for you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;There will be no waiting on this royal line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Telephone to glory always answers just in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Telephone to glory, oh, what joy divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can feel the current moving on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Built by God the Father for His very own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You may talk to Jesus on His royal telephone&lt;br /&gt;Fail to get the answer, Satan’s crossed your wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;By some strong delusion, or some base desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Take away obstructions, God is on the throne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;And you’ll get your answer through His royal telephone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Telephone to glory, oh, what joy divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can feel the current moving on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Built by God the Father for His very own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You may talk to Jesus on His royal telephone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;If your line is grounded, and connections too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Has been lost with Jesus, tell you what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Prayer and faith and promise mend the broken wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Till your soul is burning with the Pentecostal fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Telephone to glory, oh, what joy divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can feel the current moving on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Built by God the Father for His very own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You may talk to Jesus on Hhis royal telephone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Carnal combinations cannot get control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Of this line to glory, anchored in the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Storm and trial cannot disconnect the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Held in constant keeping by the Father’s hand divine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Telephone to glory, oh, what joy divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can feel the current moving on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Built by God the Father for His loved and own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You may talk to Jesus on His royal telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-4210898443973413109?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/4210898443973413109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=4210898443973413109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/4210898443973413109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/4210898443973413109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/02/mother-machine-gun.html' title='Mother machine gun.'/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj5yDocVr1w/Rc7dZI09hkI/AAAAAAAAACI/GicIF6bojLM/s72-c/Untitled-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-7124589396909530780</id><published>2007-02-10T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:46:30.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawwwrr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;HEY. Yesterday i felt like a goodkid because i got a haircut although i didn't trim off my fringe. And today i also feel like a goodkid because i went to jog after mass. Running is okay when you have music. I was jogging to the tempo of Lamb Of God. HAHA. Anyway, on friday i was supposed to see the grads collect their results, but after listening to some talk by mr. gabrielite and jackiecheng they asked us to leave. Wasted my time. And too bad i didn't get to see my friends collect their results. Maybe tomorrow i'll get to see them. AND since i feel like such a goodkid now i think i may just go and study, SO BYE. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-7124589396909530780?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/7124589396909530780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=7124589396909530780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/7124589396909530780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/7124589396909530780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/02/rawwwrr.html' title='Rawwwrr.'/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-1378866978611347619</id><published>2007-02-07T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:46:30.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there Delilah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;What's it like in New York City?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;But girl tonight you look so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do&lt;br /&gt;Time Square can't shine as bright as you&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry about the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely&lt;br /&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my voice it's my disguise&lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I know times are getting hard&lt;br /&gt;But just believe me girl&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;br /&gt;We'll have it good&lt;br /&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;br /&gt;My word is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;br /&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd write it all&lt;br /&gt;Even more in love with me you'd fall&lt;br /&gt;We'd have it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;br /&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;br /&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;br /&gt;and we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;br /&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;br /&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;br /&gt;That by the time we get through&lt;br /&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;And you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;br /&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;br /&gt;You know it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;br /&gt;This ones for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THIS SONG. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-1378866978611347619?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/1378866978611347619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=1378866978611347619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/1378866978611347619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/1378866978611347619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/02/hey-there-delilah.html' title='Hey there Delilah.'/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-6414013124656564661</id><published>2007-02-06T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:46:23.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Sandie Jenkins ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Forget I even called&lt;br /&gt;Why even try to end things on a good note&lt;br /&gt;I should've left with no reply&lt;br /&gt;These next few days you're only a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Our demise awoke the same time that I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull the hair from my scalp&lt;br /&gt;Peek through bloody holes&lt;br /&gt;Witness thoughts I can't describe&lt;br /&gt;From behind, whisper in your ear, 'stop screaming'&lt;br /&gt;Taste my knife&lt;br /&gt;Tears scatter red, you're still bleeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tend to me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it be the last of our alliance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm back again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was okay, and my scar is itching as i type. Watched South Park during recess with brendon, which was kinda stpud, but we wasted the recess just watching that cartoon crap, which was funny at times. At least it was worth watching. And i can't wait for tomorrow cause i like wearing my tie and looking like a good kid, so until next time. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-6414013124656564661?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/6414013124656564661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=6414013124656564661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/6414013124656564661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/6414013124656564661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/02/whos-sandie-jenkins.html' title='Who&apos;s Sandie Jenkins ?'/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-7885142713461016667</id><published>2007-02-04T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:44:50.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you believed what you felt you would be in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027654494796013026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj5yDocVr1w/RcXRIBe2XeI/AAAAAAAAABg/jK8RRnuqDI0/s320/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027654494796013042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj5yDocVr1w/RcXRIBe2XfI/AAAAAAAAABo/BCIgq5BxgdE/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;....And i'm back. Today i have reason to blog cause I'VE GOT MY STITCHES REMOVED. Yes i have ! Mixed feelings on that one. I have to start PE, which sucks, but i dont have to wear a plaster anymore and i can shower properly and carry stuff and air drum or whatever. Anyway, some of you must be wondering why the fuck am i in specs. Well, my parents had to go get new specs today, so i decided to try some on, despite the fact that i don't need any of them. Guess i'll look okay with those specs on. And that Krispy Kreme doughnut picture is from a box of doughnuts my dad brought back from the US. Great sugar coated doughnuts. SUGAR RUSH. The pattern would look good on a tshirt though. OH. On saturday i had flag day again ! And savin and i went to drink. He got semi-drunk, but thank god he could snap out of it. The beer was great, after not having alcohol for such a long time. And i was expecting a hangover this morning, but there was none, cause i had a huge headache yesterday. And phuay hao asked me to go out, but i was too damn lazy to. Sorry bolby. AND BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Yeah. Guess i'll stop here. Haha. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;'Something she left in me remains imperfect. My heart, proceeded to it's banishment. The blame may hang upon your chest.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-7885142713461016667?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/7885142713461016667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=7885142713461016667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/7885142713461016667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/7885142713461016667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-you-believed-what-you-felt-you-would.html' title='If you believed what you felt you would be in love.'/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj5yDocVr1w/RcXRIBe2XeI/AAAAAAAAABg/jK8RRnuqDI0/s72-c/DSC00050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-3111027988556583574</id><published>2007-02-02T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T17:32:41.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Trixie and Reptile, thanks for everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026863202906299858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oj5yDocVr1w/RcMBcxe2XdI/AAAAAAAAABU/SXATGW_HcX4/s320/DSC00432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. I did not manage to blog everyday, but at least 3 weeks hasn't passed since i last blogged, so this shows effort. Anyway, as i said a few days ago i thought the whole mission day thing was going to be boring and shit, but it was really fun ! Lots of fun and laughter, well mostly at that pirated emo assclown. We wanted to throw a bottle filled with some water in it at him, but brendon kept missing, to our dismay. I think some of us are going to give him one good beating after this year ends. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, 2 days not having lessons has been really fun, but tomorrow i have flag day again and i'm going to drink and buy jeans and have fun and collect a little money and do stupid stuff and go to church for mass after all that. HAHA. And to whoever's reading, PLEASE GET ME THAT NEW AIDEN ALBUM. I'm suddenly into punk. Love the fast beats, and high tempo songs. Especially from Aiden. Good band, with hardcore ex-drug addict lead singer wiL Francis. Imagine this. He smoked pot and drank at the age of 11, tried cocaine at 13, stole cars at 15, plus he entered the same youth correctional facility 20 damn times in 1999 alone. He's pro. Read about him in a magazine. Yeah. Later i'm having tuition, but i'm doing my homework now. And yes that's me jumping over the inclined pull up bar. Jumped over 5 stacked chairs too. Yeaaaahh. I think i should get back to my tuition homework now, so until next time. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;'I'm a spokesman for the underdog. I can relate to kids who feel that way, because i was fucking right there.'- wiL Francis.&lt;br /&gt;'There are some terrible things in this world, but there are some beautiful things too. Turn off the TV, get off the Internet. Go outside and see what life is like, and see what it has to offer you.'- wiL Francis.&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/27627089-3111027988556583574?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/3111027988556583574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=3111027988556583574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/3111027988556583574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/3111027988556583574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-trixie-and-reptile-thanks-for.html' title='To Trixie and Reptile, thanks for everything.'/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oj5yDocVr1w/RcMBcxe2XdI/AAAAAAAAABU/SXATGW_HcX4/s72-c/DSC00432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-3168846283020373411</id><published>2007-01-31T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:07:28.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He whispers that he loves her, but she's probably only looking for ssss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;HEY HEY HEY. 3rd day already. Let's see if i can keep this up. Tomorrow's going to bad, cause of all this Mission Day stuff. Goal setting, time management, career guidance, all that plus others. Despite the fact that it'll be a shorter day, it's still going to be like now till 2015 in a few hours of shool. As for me, i guess i may be needing everything else except career guidance, for my only plans currently are for journalism, or perhaps photography. Now think about this, cam whoreing as a profession. That's encouraging. Plus it's going to be on friday too, so it'll be like dragging till 2030. Plus stanleytan said the school has paid a lot for the "team" to come over. Like hell, i'm expecting the justice league to come over, with green lanturn for visual effects. Anyway, who cares, as long as i'm in an air-conditioned environment, i guess i'm okay with being bored to death, or maybe, but hopefully not, freezed to death. Anyway, i guess i'll have to see the suprises in stall for me (like i'm dying here from the suspense). Tomorrow's going to be a long day anyway, school+tuition+church=possible shock and other minor breathing difficulties and maybe other problems. Yeah. So that's it. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-3168846283020373411?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/3168846283020373411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=3168846283020373411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/3168846283020373411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/3168846283020373411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/01/he-whispers-that-he-loves-her-but-shes.html' title='He whispers that he loves her, but she&apos;s probably only looking for ssss.'/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-418553322241026807</id><published>2007-01-30T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:50:44.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly me to the moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey pimps. I am back, for the second consecutive day. Now that's something worth some celebration. YAY YAY YAY. Well, that's why i said some. OKAY. Today was okay i guess. Got exempted from cca cause of my hand. Hope it heals sloooowly but yet hope it heals faster. Wierd eh. Hope i can get more exemptions. And yeah. My friends went to disturb the slightly cuckoo cleaner in school today by calling him 'ah pek', and he got damn pissed. For a moment we were all ready to run away from him. And we nearly hijacked this three-wheel drive-able thingy used to put rubbish on it, but there was no key. And of course, it was a brand new one, or we wouldn't go near it. And today, after all my thinking and shit, and after some GOOD comments by my dnt teacher on what i've chosen to do for the o's, he decides to discredit my idea today. What a biatch. NEVERMIND. I'll go think of other ideas noww. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-418553322241026807?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/418553322241026807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=418553322241026807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/418553322241026807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/418553322241026807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/01/fly-me-to-moon.html' title='Fly me to the moon.'/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-8685137013197025799</id><published>2007-01-29T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:02:19.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025399341740295666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj5yDocVr1w/Rb3OE1rphfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZNcyyLWdpsA/s320/DSC00348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025397250091222466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj5yDocVr1w/Rb3MLFrphcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tL_SdKWLfAk/s320/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025397254386189778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj5yDocVr1w/Rb3MLVrphdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/K0eFr5vCu1c/s320/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello there people ! Today's been great cause obviously i've changed my blog skin FINALLY. Was getting quite sick with the old one, about that retarded johnny guy and how he was so pissed on how he couldn't find the Bactine. Yeah. Plus Chinese New Year's coming, so i spring cleaned my blog. And back to business. On saturday we had flag day, which was sooo damn fun. Bought tshirts and a belt and Brendon and i went to ask Linnette for coins. She gave us a whole fucking lot ! Thanks Linette. Also, we went to play pool ! And Phuay Hao actually woke up and came with us. We ate breakfast at Killeney Kopitiam, which was awesommeeee. And we fooled around at Somerset skatepark. And we got rejected by selfish assclowns. Anyway, i'd better go now, so yeah. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-8685137013197025799?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/8685137013197025799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=8685137013197025799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/8685137013197025799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/8685137013197025799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/01/change.html' title='Change.'/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj5yDocVr1w/Rb3OE1rphfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZNcyyLWdpsA/s72-c/DSC00348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-116955471662508169</id><published>2007-01-23T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:05:28.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;This was my fate, giving in&lt;br /&gt;To your lips, to your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I should have known&lt;br /&gt;It would come back to haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Crooked smile, the reflection in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That shows my weakness for&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;Something that I know you've seen before,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the first&lt;br /&gt;Set the trap, I'm falling for it every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knew from the start&lt;br /&gt;This would come back to haunt me&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to see you now!&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever trust you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Take it back to the streets,&lt;br /&gt;I'll start again&lt;br /&gt;I'll never look back,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never look back, back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;I bet you don't feel anything!&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;But I won't stop you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying high, razor blades make perfect lines,&lt;br /&gt;On just about anything you want&lt;br /&gt;Broken pores spill out, everything you want to say,&lt;br /&gt;It shows my weakness for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with&lt;br /&gt;My wallowing despair that shines in black&lt;br /&gt;It consumes me, I'll take it back&lt;br /&gt;I'll build it back to what it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe everyone knew from the start&lt;br /&gt;This would come back to haunt me&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to see you now!&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever trust you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it back to the streets,&lt;br /&gt;I'll start again&lt;br /&gt;I'll never look back,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never look back, back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;I bet you don't feel anything!&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;But I won't stop you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe everyone knew from the start&lt;br /&gt;This would come back to haunt me&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to see you now!&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever trust you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut me out, of your life&lt;br /&gt;Like its nothing, like I'm nothing!&lt;br /&gt;Make believe you can love,&lt;br /&gt;That it's better, that your better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is gone&lt;br /&gt;You've taken&lt;br /&gt;You've taken&lt;br /&gt;You've taken&lt;br /&gt;You've taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is gone,&lt;br /&gt;You've taken&lt;br /&gt;You've taken&lt;br /&gt;Pieces from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it back to the streets,&lt;br /&gt;I'll start again&lt;br /&gt;I'll never look back,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never look back, back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;I bet you don't feel anything!&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;But I won't stop you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't stop, you'll never change&lt;br /&gt;You won't stop, you'll never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/27627089-116955471662508169?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/116955471662508169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=116955471662508169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116955471662508169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116955471662508169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-was-my-fate-giving-in-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-116947715192132819</id><published>2007-01-22T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:49:49.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello ! "Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy biiirtthhdaayy to Zachary, Haaapppyyy Biiirttthhddaay tooo meeeee." I'm now sweet sixteen. But this damn Blogger's not letting me upload photos. Well it's okay i guess. I suppose i just wanted to blog today cause it's my birthday. If not i wouldn't have blogged. Haha. Anyway, thats it for today. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks Phuay Hao for buying my deck !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-116947715192132819?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/116947715192132819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=116947715192132819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116947715192132819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116947715192132819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-happy-birthday-to-me-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-116921757809294027</id><published>2007-01-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:50:34.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. I'm back. And this time, i didn't take as long as i would have expected. Today, i got a cut, which may just be why i'm blogging right now, to warn you guys of the dangers of a brand new pen knife blade, and the temptation to cut stuff that comes along with the new blade. As for me, i learnt my lesson the hard way. Was cutting something, and the knife slipped. It cut about 8 to 9cm below the wrist, and the cut was deepp enough for me to have a peek at my flesh. They should have invited me to bio classes as a specimen. Anyways, i had to get myself 3 stitches, although the cut and stitching didn't hurt one bit. Now my hand's going to be covered up for a week, and i will most probably be removing the threads on friday. Thank goodness the knife didnt land a little earlier, or i'd be gone for good, never to be seen again. But even if that happened, i doubt many of you would be very much affected. Enough of being morbid though. Some of you may have called me emo and stuff, but i'm not that extreme as to give myself a cheap thrill worth 3 stitches. I'd rather spend a buck on ice-cream and load on a pile of sugar for a sugar rush. None of the events today have also in any way caused me any form of emotional distress. It's not like i've been disfigured to the point that i would retreat to the 'mountains' of Singapore in search of the lifestyle of a crazed recluse, with a diet of insects and grass, or what some may call the 'Trail Mix'. Anyway, i hope you people out there will be more careful in using your penknives. Don't get 3 stitches 3 days away from your birthday, like i did. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-116921757809294027?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/116921757809294027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=116921757809294027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116921757809294027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116921757809294027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-116903347271053479</id><published>2007-01-17T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:50:49.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back. After some time as always. Okay i'll cut the shit. Today was okay, good cause i had two free periods, and went jamming with phuay hao's band, although i can't quite remember what's their band name. Hmm. Haha. My damn ears are ringing. Sucks. I've got a feeling this is gonna be a short post. Nothin to say. Okay. It ends here. Haha. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-116903347271053479?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/116903347271053479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=116903347271053479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116903347271053479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116903347271053479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/01/back.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-116842881824312841</id><published>2007-01-10T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:51:07.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone. Once again it's been damn bloody long, and i think brendon will know how many days or weeks or how long i haven't blogged. Well i know for sure the last time i blogged was before school reopened. And it's open alright. Actually everything's the same, but i guess i'd rather be in school than stuck at home all the time and complaining like as though the walls have ears. But one thing had to make the first few weeks of school kinda lousy. THE O LEVEL DNT QUESTION PAPER. But it's a pity you won't get to see it. Blogger's fault. Also, a few days ago, we had to decorate our class. We made or drew something with our names on and pin it up on the notice board around the class motto. I made this black and yellow nautical star thingy with letter cutouts from magazines that spelt my name. But it's also a pity you won't get to see it also. Recovering from a flu, but sadly it also spread to some others. Plus, got my pants altered, but my mom HAD to find out, somehow or another. But thank goodness she didn't exactly mind. Well, i guess i have to scram, got HOMEWORK. Damn. Can't wait for all the exams to be over. See you people SOON. Peace.&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/27627089-116842881824312841?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/116842881824312841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=116842881824312841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116842881824312841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116842881824312841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-116773477592268728</id><published>2007-01-02T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:51:36.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello earthlings. It's been damn long. Happy new year to all of you. The damn holidays are over ! 2 months of holiday seemed so short. And it's o's next year. Shit. I guess that's why i'm blogging now, and i guess you will be seeing less and less of me on this blog, but who gives a shit anyway. Maybe i'll blog once in a while, or maybe i'll just stop altogether. It's a new year, and lots of shit's gonna be heading my way. Same teachers, same faces. Oh. Few days ago, i heard about this song guys used to sing in the army while they marched. this one went,"said the sergant to the corporal, 'how do you do', said the corporal to the sergant, 'i kan ni nah bu'". Thats unique. Well, still getting reading for tomorrow, so i guess i shall see you people soon. I leave in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-116773477592268728?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/116773477592268728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=116773477592268728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116773477592268728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116773477592268728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-earthlings.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-116592299395830542</id><published>2006-12-12T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T19:29:53.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am back. After a few days, as usual. Yesterday was audio rojak ! It was shit fun. Lotsa good music, including this band called Triad who are from RI (not exactly a hundred percent sure) whose guitarist was shit awesome. Of course, there were other good bands, like Savage Messiah, Veronica Decides To Die, Caracal, Trella, Same Old Difference, Black Star Brigade and The Arrant End. I suppose all the bands were good. But the bestest was Caracal, with their on-stage presence and sweet indie tunes. Hope i don't sound like a journalist doing a bloody review. Moshed too ! Although only once, it felt damn good. But as usual, got injured. Got hit in the face, on the right shoulder and left arm. But it was not as painful as i expected. A couple of girls were wearing heels. I can't imagine them in the moshpit, kicking as much as they can, trying all too hard to maintain balance. Now that's what i call sheer terror. Thank god they weren't in the pit, or i'd have come home with a hole in the leg. And Caracal's guitarist is going to the army, so i don't know if they will be back again after their guitarist is out. I sure hope so. It would definitely be a big shame should they have to disband. Touch wood. And every other material that wards off bad luck. And my ears are still ringing, which isn't very nice. But screw that, cause yesterday was great. Today, i went to the Ikea at tampines. It is one big piece of shit filled with furniture. Had a ton for lunch and came back. Hope to paint my room later. So until next time, homies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-116592299395830542?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/116592299395830542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=116592299395830542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116592299395830542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116592299395830542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-116463333608111761</id><published>2006-11-27T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:16:03.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey there clowns. I am back, since i stopped in october. Felt like posting cause there are some stuff i missed out, like my own confirmation and other events which i can't remember. Time flies and, unfortunately, i have been to bloody lazy to document those events. But i do remember some. SOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;2.The stupid chalet visit.&lt;br /&gt;3.Watching Step Up with Keith and Khym.&lt;br /&gt;4.Linnette Lau and Cheryl Tan's confirmation (plus those of a few other friends from school)&lt;br /&gt;5.Going to image to ask for a job. (Have not got the magical telephone call)&lt;br /&gt;6.Going for my cca camp. (Karate camp was one fun pain in the ass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. Since my camp was the most recent, as i just got home this afternoon, i will talk about that. I left home on saturday and just came home today. On the first day, we had some madass training. Did strength and conditioning training with sledgehammers. Nearly killed my hands. Got to spar with the whole fucking club, as in every member, excluding my instructor. SPARRING WAS FUCKING CRAZY. Had to spar with a brown belter (brown is one rank below black), who is in the national team, i think, as well as a black belter. The brown belter tried to sweep me off my feet by kicking me real hard in the area above the right ankle. Didn't work, but hurt like shit. Fought with everyone TWICE. AND THE BROWN BELTER TRIED TO SWEEP ME AGAIN. After that i had a mountain on the area above my right ankle, plus the skin under my right big toe kinda tore. After all that, we had first aid training. On the second day, we woke up at 6 and ran for 18mins without stopping, which is more than 3km. That was not sooo bad. But after that, the fun began. We had to do a whole bunch of exercises to work out our abdomens. That was over AN HOUR long. After that, my instructor dropped a 3kg medicine ball on my stomach, and stood on my stomach. BED OF ROSES. After all that, my whole body was aching. WHOLE BODY. Plus i got kicked in the bladder area on the first day, which was kinda stupid. After all that training, i found difficulty going down stairs and walking. Everything is painful. Except shitting, pissing and talking and typing and i don't give a shit what else. We had a barbeque after that, which was fun. This morning, we got up at 8 and cleaned up the whole place and left at 1. So here i am now, in pain, typing my ass off. Well, waiting for my dad to get home, so until next time, appreciate the fact that you can easily walk, stand up, descend from stairs or carry a backpack. Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-116463333608111761?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/116463333608111761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=116463333608111761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116463333608111761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116463333608111761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-there-clowns.html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-116187194736408850?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/116187194736408850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=116187194736408850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116187194736408850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116187194736408850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-116166561573783198</id><published>2006-10-24T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T13:36:55.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;When Winter falls&lt;br /&gt;Next year, I'll be holding on&lt;br /&gt;To anything nailed down&lt;br /&gt;As for being patient, with fate and all, it's getting old.&lt;br /&gt;And my mind is slowly changing&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling all my oldest friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Saying "sorry for this mess we're in,"&lt;br /&gt;And I'm waiting, waiting&lt;br /&gt;For the Sun to come and melt this snow,&lt;br /&gt;wash away the pain, and give me back control, control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angel got his wings,&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hold our heads up knowing that he's fine.&lt;br /&gt;We'd all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we still set his plate?&lt;br /&gt;Should we still save his chair?&lt;br /&gt;Should we still buy him gifts?&lt;br /&gt;And if we don't, did we not care?&lt;br /&gt;It makes you think about the life you've led,&lt;br /&gt;Shit you've done, things you've said.&lt;br /&gt;And it's grounding, grounding.&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling three feet tall this month,&lt;br /&gt;hardly indestructible.&lt;br /&gt;But the snow melts, and the rhythm still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angel got his wings,&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hold our heads up knowing that he's fine.&lt;br /&gt;We'd all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends stay side by side,&lt;br /&gt;In life and death you've always stole my heart,&lt;br /&gt;You'll always mean so much to me, it's hard to believe this&lt;br /&gt;These nights in vans,&lt;br /&gt;These nights in bars,&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean a thing with empty hearts, with empty hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angel got his wings,&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hold our heads up knowing that he's fine.&lt;br /&gt;We'd all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends stay side by side,&lt;br /&gt;In life and death you've always stole my heart,&lt;br /&gt;You've always meant so much to me, it's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;So much to me, it's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;So much to me, it's hard to believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In memory of John "Beatz" Holohan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-116166561573783198?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/116166561573783198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=116166561573783198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116166561573783198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116166561573783198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-winter-falls-next-year-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-116158704095134687</id><published>2006-10-23T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T15:16:05.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7207/2913/1600/michael-schumacher-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7207/2913/320/michael-schumacher-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;KUDOS TO YOU, MICHAEL SCHUMACHER, MAY YOUR LEGEND LAST AS LONG AS TIME WILL. YOU WERE THE BEST DRIVER THERE WAS.&lt;br /&gt;I'LL MISS SEEING YOU ON THE TRACK. HAVE A NICE LIFE. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will do everything I can to bring the Number One to Ferrari. The whole team and all the fans deserve it." - Michael Schumacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;"In sport there is never any moment that is the same as the other. I have been in Formula One for 12 years, and out of that I had one year with the perfect car." - Michael Schumacher&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/27627089-116158704095134687?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/116158704095134687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=116158704095134687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116158704095134687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116158704095134687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/10/kudos-to-you-michael-schumacher-may.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-116150999349749564</id><published>2006-10-22T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:39:53.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="355" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xSJZv3UsNX4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xSJZv3UsNX4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello. I'm back after 11 days. I guess i was gonna say i was lazy or i forgot, but that's old. I couldn't be bothered. Went to a gig i couple of days ago, and it was what seemed to me to be the time of my life. Moshed and drank. Killer combination. Moshing during the gig was fun, although i got some minor injury. Haha. There were hardcore kids trying to kill each other, there were fists and feet flying all over the place, there were people on the floor being kicked non-stop, there was a guy whose eye bled. It was fun. REAL FUN. I guess it is fun getting knocked around like a pinball in the midst of all the noise and the chaos. There was even a wall of death. For those who are clueless, a wall of death is like two crowds facing each other with a strip of space in between them, and as they face each other, when given a signal of some sort, the run towards each other and hit each other damn hard. I didn't take part in that one, but it looked scary. There were mostly thrash metal and screamo bands performing. After the gig, my friend's band, Blesphemy's Addiction, got a whole damn jug of beer. FREE. And of course, i drank. It was goooooood. Don't know how much i drank. Maybe a mug, or more, or less. But the next morning, which was yesterday, i found myself dealing with a fucking irrannoying hangover. Not that it hurt, but it irritated the shit out of me. But i dealt with it. And after yesterday, i seem to have 'changed'. Hmm. I quit listening to anything with noise in it, and enjoyed being alone. Acoustic songs and lonliness. It's NOT emo. But it feels nice. Acoustic songs and lonliness. Nice. Plus when i tried listening to noisy stuff yesterday, it made me sick in the stomach. Don't know why, but i guess my mind and body want a rest from the gig and the music i listen to everyday. Well, enough of that. Today, i went to church and cat class and went to have lunch at macdonalds and afterwards wasted time at this cafe/bar called ice cube. the cube in ice cube is ice to the power of 3. Yea. Had some chocolate fountain while listening to acoustic stuff. HAHA. Well, gonna meet my mother's friend and her family later. So until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-116150999349749564?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/116150999349749564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=116150999349749564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116150999349749564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116150999349749564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-116055002638573242</id><published>2006-10-11T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T15:00:26.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="355" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8GbljTEKjFA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8GbljTEKjFA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-116055002638573242?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/116055002638573242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=116055002638573242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116055002638573242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116055002638573242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-116037655046643129</id><published>2006-10-09T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T15:03:00.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm back after a while. Long while.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have been super lazy to post lately. Although i usually am. Haha. The other day was fun. Went to coffee bean at bishan to study before going for tuition. Brendon, Marianne and Linnette were there too. We tried to study for some time, and Brendon was being a bastard by taking my earphones. I had to get it back, so we had some mini duel thingy and i knocked over his kiddy drink. Haha it was a SLIGHT mess. Haha. Went for tuition after that, and after tuition, returned to coffee bean where Phuay hao had come and they were all playing doobie doobie doo. Watched them play cause i CAN'T STAND THE DAMN GAME. Watched them play for a few minutes, after which Linnette went home and we went for dinner and hung out. WE WENT TO THE PLAYGROUND AND RODE THE MERRY-GO-ROUND. DAMN FUN. Brendon was on the damn thing alone for damn long. After that, Phuay hao ( who has motion sickness ), Marianne and i rode it together and Brendon pushed us. I was sitting on the thing and for a few seconds i closed my eyes and when i opened them Phuay hao fell off. Hahahaha. I felt as if i was being pulled off the thing, and at the same time my neck was bent in one direction and i couldn't get it straight, and i felt as if the whole merry-go-round was going to flip over. So i let go, and i flew. And Brendon injured his leg. Hahaha. It was fun. After that we went to wait for the bus, and ended up talking about sleeping habits and snoring. CHOKE SNORES ARE THE BEST. Yea. That was the other day. As for today, had my chinese test, which was fucking hard. And i wanted to stay back to complete my project but the teacher wasn't around so i had to come home. And here i am blogging. Gonna study history soon. OH YEA. The other day, i was JUST WONDERING. What if one day i get banged down by a cement mixer and my innerds were all over the road, or the lift i am in jams, and i get stuck and suffocate to death with my eyes still open, or while walking under a hdb block an ancient television set comes falling down and i'm crushed like a bug underneath a shoe sole ? Will you people miss my company ? Will you go like," Man, this outing's getting so boring without him" ? And if i've helped you one way or another before, will you be sad that there is no one there to help you ? Will you people feel sad that i'm gone ? Most importantly, WOULD YOU EVEN BOTHER TO COME TO MY FUNERAL ? Hmm. That's something to consider. I guess we all have to treasure our friends. For they may one day be hit by a cement mixer, trapped in a lift or crushed by a falling television set. Yea. THINK ABOUT IT YOU FOOLS. DON'T JUST READ THIS DAMN POST AND CLOSE THE DAMN WINDOW. STOP TO THINK. Gonna study history while you think. Until next time.&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/27627089-116037655046643129?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/116037655046643129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=116037655046643129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116037655046643129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/116037655046643129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-back-after-while.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115997181256165373</id><published>2006-10-04T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T22:33:53.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 WORDS. OH MY GOD. For those of you who know me well, you should know who this is. So until next time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="355" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlFjM_kNFGE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlFjM_kNFGE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115997181256165373?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115997181256165373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115997181256165373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115997181256165373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115997181256165373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/10/3-words.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115960299856994839</id><published>2006-09-30T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T15:59:57.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm back after 5 days. I've been rather lazy to post. DAMN EXAMS ARE COMING AND I'M DAMN SCARED OF GETTING RETAINED. Haha that day i was just bored and i was thinking of my future. So i visited polytechnic websites. And i decided that i'm gonna do MEDIA DEVELOPMENT AND MANAGEMENT. HOW COOL IS THAT. Get to work in advertising firms and stuff, maybe do writing. Yea. Haha hope it will turn out well. Yesterday was a normal day. Went to school, and after school, Bolby, Brendon, Gareth, Fairuz and i played a fool. We got this wooden board and tried to break it. All of us tried punching it, except Gareth, who tried to chop it, but it wouldn't break. Instead, we were sort of injured thanks to the board. But in the end, we hit it a few times on the wall, and it finally broke. It was fun. After that, we went to sit down for lunch, where we played doobie doobie doo. IT WAS STUPID. I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY AND KEPT LIFTING THE WRONG FINGERS. Haha but it was a lot of fun. After that, we jaywalked the huge main road and climbed over the railing just to get to the bus stop. That wasn't as fun. Reaching home, i went for tuition and after that, wanted to go to church but was late. But thank goodness Stephanie Tan came on the bus and told me there was a special mass for us for our exams, and i was on time for it ! So i went for mass, and went to sit around in macdonalds for a while before heading home for dinner. As for today, i've only gone for tuition and i'm going to church soon. Yea. And just now, i was just thinking. GROWN UPS ARE SO DAMN BLUR EVEN THOUGH THEY KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN CURRENT EVENTS. Why the faggatron to they keep saying some of us are TRYING to LOOK like Paul Twohill when we were like that EVEN BEFORE THE BUGGER CAME ON TV AND SAID SAOSIN (SAY-O-SIN) AS (SAO-SIN). ARGH. Oh well. Older generation. Until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115960299856994839?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115960299856994839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115960299856994839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115960299856994839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115960299856994839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-back-after-5-days.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115918296997634377</id><published>2006-09-25T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T19:19:04.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am back. I will cut the shit this time, so here's yesterday and today. Yesterday, i went to church in the morning and later had catechism class. After church was over, my friends and i headed down to macdonalds to waste time and have lunch, and we left at around 2:45. After that, i went home, took a shower, charged my ipod and went for tuition. Tuition was boring. Really boring. After tuition, while on the bus, Bolby called me and asked if we could meet and go home together. So i agreed. Met him at the bus stop opposite Serangoon MRT. And we took 317 back, and stopped at Serangoon Garden Circus. He went to 7/11 to get a slurpee and after that, we went to NTUC cause i needed to buy vegetables for dinner. After that, we walked to chomp chomp, and he bought carrot cake. AND WE PLAYED A REALLY FUN GAME. IT GOES LIKE THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolby: Mary.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Had.&lt;br /&gt;Bolby: A.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Little.&lt;br /&gt;Bolby: Lamb.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Little.&lt;br /&gt;Bolby: Lamb.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Little.&lt;br /&gt;Bolby: Lamb.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mary.&lt;br /&gt;Bolby: Had.&lt;br /&gt;Me: A.&lt;br /&gt;Bolby: Little.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lamb.&lt;br /&gt;Me: THEN WHAT'S NEXT ARH ?!&lt;br /&gt;Both of us: HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA YEA WE PLAYED THAT GAME WITH TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STARS TOO. SO DAMN FUN. That was yesterday. As for today, I woke up early and went for school. School was like school. Lousy. After school, Bolby, Brendon and I went for lunch at the Bak Chor Mee stall. Lunch was nice. And Bolby and I tried the Mary had a little lamb game again. Hahaha. After that, we went home, and after coming home, my parents weren't home so i skated. IM PROGRESSING. THANK GOODNESS. I SWEAT MY DAMN ASS OFF. But it felt good. That was yesterday and today for you. Until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115918296997634377?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115918296997634377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115918296997634377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115918296997634377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115918296997634377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-back_25.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115884085360737352</id><published>2006-09-21T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T20:18:19.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;This was my fate, giving in&lt;br /&gt;To your lips,&lt;br /&gt;To your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I should have known it would come back to haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Crooked smile, a reflection in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That shows my weakness for beautiful mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I know you've seen before&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the first&lt;br /&gt;Set the trap, I'm falling for it every time&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe, everyone knew from the start&lt;br /&gt;This would come back to haunt me&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to see you now&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever trust you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it back to the streets&lt;br /&gt;I'll start again&lt;br /&gt;I'll never look back&lt;br /&gt;I'll never look back, back&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel ? I bet you don't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;But I won't stop you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying high, razor blades make perfect lines&lt;br /&gt;On just about anything you want&lt;br /&gt;Broken pores spill out everything you want to say&lt;br /&gt;It shows my weakness for falling in love with&lt;br /&gt;My wallowing despair that shines in black&lt;br /&gt;It consumes me, I'll take it backI&lt;br /&gt;I'll build it back to what it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe everyone you told this to&lt;br /&gt;This would come back to haunt me&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to see you now&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever trust you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Take it back to the streets&lt;br /&gt;I'll start again&lt;br /&gt;I'll never look back&lt;br /&gt;I'll never look back, back&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel ? I bet you don't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;But I won't stop you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone you promised to&lt;br /&gt;This would come back to haunt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't stand to see you now&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever trust you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut me out, of your life&lt;br /&gt;Like its nothing (Like I'm nothing)&lt;br /&gt;Make believe you can love&lt;br /&gt;That it's better, that you're better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is gone,&lt;br /&gt;You've taken&lt;br /&gt;You've taken&lt;br /&gt;You've taken&lt;br /&gt;You've taken&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is gone,&lt;br /&gt;You've taken&lt;br /&gt;You've taken&lt;br /&gt;Pieces from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Take it back to the streets&lt;br /&gt;I'll start again&lt;br /&gt;I'll never look back&lt;br /&gt;I'll never look back, back&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel ? I bet you don't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;But I won't stop you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't stop, you'll never change&lt;br /&gt;You won't stop, you'll never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115884085360737352?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115884085360737352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115884085360737352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115884085360737352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115884085360737352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-was-my-fate-giving-in-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115875976582377795</id><published>2006-09-20T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:47:54.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello. I'm back. I'm not sure if this is the first time i'm blogging for two days in a row. But who cares. Today was fun. In the morning, there was a fight between this rather senile/disillusioned/i don't know what/screw loose guy who's skinnier and shorter than me,named Kenneth,  and this other guy who's bigger in size, Sebastian. Wonder what nickname Brednon will give Kenneth. Kenneth made a big fuss over Sebastian when everyone was seated, and everyone was looking at him and laughing their asses off. Sebastian, who was seated, ignored Kenneth's nagging. When we all stood up to be dismissed, the fight began. Kenneth said," you trying to start a fight with me is it ? fight lar, SISSY." HAHAHAHA. Sebastian punched him. Hard. Kenneth cried. Challenged someone to a fight, and cried after getting punched.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Retarded. I think Sebastian got caned. And after that, we had religous moral education, where they asked us to do some survey. They asked how they can improve lessons, so i put down food and drinks. After that, lessons went on as per normal, only that i think i screwed up my POA test. After school was fucking funny. Savin, Bolby, Yong Sheng, Fairuz and i did bad stuff. I won't say what though. Hahahahaha. But some poor soul got it quite bad. I feel bad. Hahaha. And Savin slipped and fell near the watercooler. HAHA. After all that, i went to study, and as i felt damn bad about what happened, i decided to go to mass. Haha. And now i'm back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="355" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YcVFrK2d1tM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YcVFrK2d1tM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115875976582377795?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115875976582377795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115875976582377795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115875976582377795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115875976582377795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello_20.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115866492356260772</id><published>2006-09-19T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:27:34.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm back. I said i'd upload the photos from the holiday, but i'm too lazy. And i can't remember what i missed out. So here's today. Today is a Tuesday. It ended fast. During assembly, i had to take the attendance. Hope i did it correctly. And during History, my teacher didn't come so this relief teacher came in and she let everyone listen to music ! That was really nice. Had to resist head-banging during class. After school, i rushed doing history homework and rushed over to go for my cca training but found out nobody was going so i skipped class and went to j8 to meet bolby, brendon, gareth, savin, anthony, rachel, jeevan, marianne, linnette ( whom i don't exactly know ) and dirisa ( whom i don't exactly know). We wandered around and eventually went to the library to study. But it was too crowded so we went to the CC. We studied on the floor in this open area, which was difficult. Brendon and Gareth were playing in the playground with some funny device that when Gareth stood at this mic thingy on one side of the playground, Brendon could hear him from some receiver thingy. And they could talk. After that, we moved to some yoga room where there were these hand-held punching bags, and we played soccer with them. We studied bit by bit. After that, one by one all of us went home, and jeevan, savin, bolby, marianne and i went to the interchange where we faced the dilemma of whether or not to go to macs to grab something to eat. In the end, marianne, bolby and i went home. WE SAW THIS STUPID GUY ON THE BUS WHO LOOKED LIKE MR CHAN THE DNT TEACHER. He was littering all over the place. First, he took out bread to eat, and threw the wrapper on the floor. Then he took out a packet of tissue, used the last sheet, and threw both the packet and the tissue on the floor. Then, he took out what appeared to be half of a toothpick, peeled off some of it, stuck it in his mouth, and threw it on the floor again. Inconsiderate bastard. BUT HE REALLY LOOKED LIKE MR CHAN. The hair, the face, the gold watch, bolby and i were like laughing at him. Haha. Until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115866492356260772?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115866492356260772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115866492356260772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115866492356260772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115866492356260772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115849681680606218</id><published>2006-09-17T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T20:40:16.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello. I'm back from Malaysia. A bit difficult to cover 3 days of holiday. But i'll try. Ok here goes. On Friday, i rushed home to get ready for the trip only to find out while doing my business that i forgot to hand a timetable for studying to my form teacher. Luckily she wasn't in school. I've handed up the stupid history assignment and the 2 chem assignments i owe. As for the rest, let's just say i'll hand them up SOON. And i've gotten over the fringe, or rather forgot it was cut by a horrible person. And now i realise i still remember it but i'm not sad, cause it's grown a tiny tiny bit. Yea. So i brought my books hoping to study, but didn't. And i slept in the car for 2+ hours before reaching Malacca, where i stayed for 2 nights. By the time we reached the hotel, it was already near 6, so we went for dinner. I won't tell you what i had cause that's just damn stupid. Then after dinner, we went to this non air-conditioned restaurant thingy where we met my aunts and uncles who were supposed to follow us from Singapore but had to divert to somewhere i don't know, and sat around for coffee. The place sucked as there were flies chasing us around. Oh and we got lost finding the damn place so thats another reason why it sucked so damn bad. After that, we went back to the hotel and rested. Next morning, i woke up when nobody was around as they all went for breakfast. After meeting everyone, we left for a jetty where we took a boat to an island that my uncle wanted to visit. I didn't go there so my parents and i went back in the boat. The water was nice and clear, although when we reached the jetty where we first took the boat, the water was a cement colour. GREYISH BROWN. After that, my parents and i visited this rather famous church for a while to pray before heading back. To where i don't know cause i can't remember. And for today. Went for mass in the morning, and had breakfast after that. The place was super crowded. After that, we went to this place to buy some kueh, where my dad was driving and there was this thing sticking out of a lampost and created a fucking huge scratch+dent on the car. =(((((((((( My heart kinda hurt for the car. After that, we went to eat chendol and came home. AND I COULDN'T FIND AND TSHIRTS TO BUY. Sadly. Another day i'll go and look around somewhere. Haha. As for photos i'll update them another day where i'll try to remember the stuff i missed out for the holiday. OH OH OH. WE WERE ON THE WAY HOME, AND WE DROVE LIKE RIGHT IN FRONT OF A RAINBOW. BUT NO GOLD. HAHA. I'll remember the rest. Hopefully. Until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115849681680606218?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115849681680606218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115849681680606218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115849681680606218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115849681680606218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115824078934590798</id><published>2006-09-14T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T21:33:09.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;OH MAN FUCKING SHIT. FUCKING SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT. MS JACKIE CHENG CAUGHT ME FOR MY FRINGE. AND SHE HAD TO CUT IT. It doesn't look awful, but i feel LIKE A DAMN PART OF ME IS GONE. I AM SO SAD. But thank goodness, it still reaches the end of my nose, cause she only cut the left side. Ok. So here's how i feel today. Depressed. Because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;1) JACKIE CHENG CUT MY FUCKING HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;2) I haven't handed up 3 chemistry assignments.&lt;br /&gt;3) I havent handed up 4 chinese assignments.&lt;br /&gt;4) I need to hand up a damn difficult history assignment tomorrow and i'm not        halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;5) I haven't handed up one english assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. Don't really feel like blogging, although i feel like its really an obligation. Well, i guess it's just another one of those days. But i guess it will grow back after several weeks, although i feel fucking sad about it. That happened this morning at around 11, and im still sad about it nearly 10 hours after it happened. I guess i have to look on the bright side, althought IT IS DAMN FUCKING DIFFICULT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if my heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;It won't hurt this much&lt;br /&gt;And never will I have to answer&lt;br /&gt;Again to anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'll never let this go&lt;br /&gt;But I can't find the words to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;But now I feel like I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you'll get sick of&lt;br /&gt;saying that everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;And by then I'm sure I'll be pretending&lt;br /&gt;Just like I am tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'll never let this go&lt;br /&gt;But I can't find the words to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;But now I feel like I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this go, let this go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never let this go&lt;br /&gt;But I can't find the words to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;But now I feel like I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let this go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find the words to tell you&lt;br /&gt;That now I feel like I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. Those lyrics are exactly how i feel today. Because " Maybe if my heart stops beating it won't hurt this much ", and i certainly don't want to let my fringe go. Haha. I don't know if that was a fake laugh, but i feel like shit ! ARGH ! Well, until next time i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115824078934590798?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115824078934590798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115824078934590798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115824078934590798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115824078934590798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-man-fucking-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115806418834284785</id><published>2006-09-12T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:36:09.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am back. After a few days. Here's today. I was so damn lucky today because in the morning, Madam Noor was walking around looking for people with long hair, and thank God i didn't get caught. It was one hell of a close shave. And before PE, Ms Cheng was walking around with a comb and scissors, catching those with long har while we waited for our teachers to bring us to the field for soccer. She walked around the area where i was, and caught quite a few of my friends and cut their hair. But damn bloody luckily enough for me, i was not caught. AGAIN. That made it two close shaves for the day. During PE, we found this large, hard, hollow, stupidly decorated ball lying around in the field. We picked up the ball and played soccer with it. The ball was nuts. It was so light then when we placed it on flat ground, it rolled in the direction of the wind. We played soccer with it, and i got hit in the face by Phuay Hao. And then we played volleyball with it. That was fun. As for after school, i went for training, where i sparred with my friend, nearly punching him in the face a few times. Haha. Then our instructor asked us to do 30 crunches and stood on our stomachs after that. Ouch. And then he made us do several push ups. And he made us run round and round the training area, making us change directions whenever he pleased. Tired the shit out of me. After training, i went with my friends to KFC where we sat down for a while to eat. And my friend told us some poem all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a man in Madras.&lt;br /&gt;His balls were made of brass.&lt;br /&gt;And when they hit each other,&lt;br /&gt;Sparks flew out his arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the poem. There were other random retarded riddles. After that, i came home. And i've just finished dinner, so here i am. Concluding. So until next time, here is a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JHu01y5ud1A" width="355" height="324" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/27627089-115806418834284785?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115806418834284785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115806418834284785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115806418834284785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115806418834284785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115772690139334387</id><published>2006-09-08T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T22:50:24.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Back. Hate to say this, Brendon, but today WAS retarded. Ok. Here goes. I went to school today for chemistry, where i got Gareth hooked on Queen's Bicycle Race. I WANT TO RIDE MY BICYCLE. Yea. I'll most probably paste the lyrics. After that, he wouldn't stop singing the damn song ! After tuition, i met Phuay Hao at Bishan, where he also agreed that Gareth was singing the damn song the whole time they were out walking around at Orchard Road. After that, went home, and then left home at around 5.30pm+/- for mass, where after that we went to macdonald's to have a really good dinner and laugh at each other, like BT saying that i should order a CORN DIPPERS AND APPLE CUP. After that, we were mixing things up like chicken mcdippers and fish mcnuggets. Yea. And James went nuts asking Mark Abraham questions, where he heard LANDING GEAR as LENDING EARS. Yea. After macdonald's, we went to the new ice-cream shop, where we all got a free cup of ice-cream. After settling down at Coffee Bean, it started to rain, so we headed to the coffee shop to talk nonsense. We ended up playing wierd ice-breaker games amd laughing like shit. Like shit. My stomach still hurts. Yea that was my retarded day. Until next time, here's Bicycle Race by Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bike&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride it where I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say black I say white&lt;br /&gt;You say bark I say bite&lt;br /&gt;You say shark I say hey man&lt;br /&gt;Jaws was never my scene&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;You say Rolls I say Royce&lt;br /&gt;You say God give me a choice&lt;br /&gt;You say Lord I say Christ&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in Peter Pan&lt;br /&gt;Frankenstein or Superman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bike&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle races are coming your way&lt;br /&gt;So forget all your duties oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Fat bottomed girls&lt;br /&gt;They'll be riding today&lt;br /&gt;So look out for those beauties oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;On your marks get set go&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle race bicycle race bicycle race&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say coke I say caine&lt;br /&gt;You say John I say Wayne&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog I say cool it man&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the President of America&lt;br /&gt;You say smile I say cheese&lt;br /&gt;Cartier I say please&lt;br /&gt;Income tax I say Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be a candidate for&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam or Watergate&lt;br /&gt;Cos all I wanna do is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bike&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride it where I like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115772690139334387?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115772690139334387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115772690139334387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115772690139334387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115772690139334387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/09/back.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115744754173701554</id><published>2006-09-05T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:56:19.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello everyone, i'm back. After a 3 day confirmation camp. Had a whole lot of fun. On the first day, there were games and stuff. On the second day, i cant remember what we did but at night some people prayed over us. Felt good. Very good. Very very good. And on the last day i also cant remember what happened except that the archbishop came for 5 minutes and blessed us and we read letters which were from our parents and all of us cried. Well most of us. Haha and after that there was mass and we came home. CROCODILE HUNTER PASSED AWAY. DAMN SAD. He was one hell of a brave man. Very brave. He did things many of us would not dare think of. CRIKEY. OH SHE'S GOREGOUS. BEAUTIFUL. Man. Gonna miss seeing him on TV. But i guess it was his time to leave, so yea. But to get killed by a stingray, must have sucked. I thought he got eaten up or badly bitten by a croc, but when i found out it was a stingray, i don't exactly know what was my reaction. Well, i suppose he's gone now, and both his family ( poor wife and yound children) and the world have to get over his death, because one day all of us have to go. Yea. Today i went to the new library at bishan. The selection is still very limited, but the library is very nice. Thats all folks. Until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="355" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YnNMwZNGvO8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YnNMwZNGvO8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="355" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115744754173701554?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115744754173701554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115744754173701554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115744754173701554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115744754173701554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-everyone-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115700584333688753</id><published>2006-08-31T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T14:47:20.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Im back. Forgot to blog yesterday. Haha got my cert for the writing competition yesterday. Got a distinction ! Yay ! Haha. The day went on normally, except for the fact that i had to carry all my books home. Shit heavy. Endured the weight. As for today, it was a damn waste of my time going to the CCAB stadium for the teacher's day celebrations, as i was raining very heavily, and still is, and when we tried to enter the gate, it was chained and we had to enter after the chains had been pulled until they'd reached their limit, in order for us to get it. And within, the water was half-way-before-my-knee-deep, and my shoes and feet were soaked. Just washed my shoes.On the way back, the bus was completely full, but i eventually got off in one piece. Thank god. Hope to go to my friend's party at 5. Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need this&lt;br /&gt;Who was it that said&lt;br /&gt;That great things come to great men&lt;br /&gt;Well that fucker lied to us&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here but a wasteland,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can still see the graves of the dead&lt;br /&gt;but it's useless&lt;br /&gt;most of us would rather sit&lt;br /&gt;than see this wound&lt;br /&gt;that we have created&lt;br /&gt;Let's not last the night&lt;br /&gt;Let's not last the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senseless and I'm not sure why&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to pretend that I know all the answers&lt;br /&gt;Of all of these questions It's got to be good for something&lt;br /&gt;So we'll chalk this up and we'll mount the dead&lt;br /&gt;on the fireplace above right above our guilded heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like sitting in the back seat (it's all the rage)&lt;br /&gt;and boring me with your body (it's all the rage)&lt;br /&gt;and how many times can I say I'm sorry (it's all the rage)&lt;br /&gt;and really mean it (and really mean it)&lt;br /&gt;and really mean it (and really mean it)&lt;br /&gt;Like sitting in the back seat (it's all the rage)&lt;br /&gt;and boring me with your body (it's all the rage)&lt;br /&gt;and how many times can I say I'm sorry (it's all the rage)&lt;br /&gt;and really mean it (and really mean it)&lt;br /&gt;and really mean it (and really mean it)&lt;br /&gt;and really mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need this&lt;br /&gt;Who was it that said&lt;br /&gt;That great things come to great men&lt;br /&gt;Well that fucker lied to us&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here but a wasteland&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115700584333688753?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115700584333688753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115700584333688753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115700584333688753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115700584333688753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115684268550221398</id><published>2006-08-29T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T17:27:39.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Im back, after not blogging for a few days. I'm covering Sunday, Monday and today. Yea. On Sunday, went to church as usual and later went to Boon for jamming with Pattrick's band. It was really fun. Jamming is always fun. Yea. And they played indie songs. The Eros. Fancy band name. And i got to play with the drums so i was even happier. And my ears were not as bad as on Saturday, where i was 3-quarters deaf. Sunday was easier on my ears, which could have been because i'm getting used to it. Afer jamming, went home and the day was wasted away. As for Monday, nothing much happened. Nothing eventful. Normal day, only that i went to my aunt's house after a lifetime and play dota, which was a blast. That was the only thing. And as for today, was asked to go up and collect some cert for an australian writing competition, but was told that the presentation would be tomorrow, and all of us got played out. I'll blog about that tomorrow. Yea. Took my e-math and history tests today. I managed to write the last line for history right on time, and i don't know how i'm going to do. As for e-math, i did the graphical question and a few others, and now i'm hoping i'll pass. And i missed my POA Re-Test, so i'm hoping i can do it tomorrow. That was today. Slightly screwed up but manageable. Until next time, here's a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="355" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J6phXE0ZGEA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J6phXE0ZGEA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="355" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115684268550221398?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115684268550221398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115684268550221398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115684268550221398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115684268550221398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-back-after-not-blogging-for-few.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115660132650341464</id><published>2006-08-26T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:08:47.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was a blast. I woke up for tuition, and after that headed down to LITTLE INDIA to watch my friends jam. Watch. And be a sound man. Haha. It was really fun. The room was really nice, and the studio interior was like a house, with wooden flooring and rugs. Great atmosphere. And the room was definitely bigger than the accursed Wee Lee music centre. The drums set was great. Instead of a double pedal, there were 2 bass drums. But the high hat was kinda cracked and slightly broken. But the sound was still nice. After staying in that room for more than 45 minutes without leaving, i felt a three-quarter deaf person. I couldn't hear shit. And when i reached home, all i heard was not silence, but a non-stop screeching sound. NON-STOP. Haha. But it's gone now. Played the drums for a while too. Felt great. Yea. Jamming is fun. Hope to go again tomorrow. Until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115660132650341464?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115660132650341464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115660132650341464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115660132650341464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115660132650341464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115659754030592466</id><published>2006-08-26T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T21:05:40.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115659754030592466?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115659754030592466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115659754030592466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115659754030592466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115659754030592466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115615388478325603</id><published>2006-08-21T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T17:53:55.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="355" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eakHtZkMMKY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eakHtZkMMKY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="355" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Back again. I was just going to say 'yesterday was retarded', but i guess i should use something else since brendon thinks my everyday is retarded. I live in Serangoon Gardens, and not the Buangkok HOLIDAY RESORT. Yea. Yesterday was fun, cause i went to church and skated after that. I fell twice. No injuries. Although i attempted a trick, and the deck hit a mercedes. Nice. Went home at around 3, and later on went to the airport to send my cousin off, who is going to the states to study for 5 years. After that, had a really late dinner at Siglap, where on the way, i saw TWO LAMBORGHINIS. SHIT. Nevermind if you dont know what car that is. Just be jealous. Today, we took photos during dnt, and our teacher didn't give a damn. And Lucien's phone got confiscated, although i was sitting next to him and i was also smsing i didnt get caught. He got scared shitless. But eventually got the phone back. Bought 2 Shakespeare books, Macbeth and Julius Caesar for a buck, and got 5 bookmarks and a comprehension and composition assessment book for free. On the road the nerdiness. But well, they were cheap, and the assessment book was free. And had lunch with 3 other friends, ended up laughing about Art Attack. The show, of course. Tempted to say 'that was retarded', but for the benefit of brendon, i'll call it really crazy. That's about it. Until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115615388478325603?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115615388478325603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115615388478325603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115615388478325603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115615388478325603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115590999491371001</id><published>2006-08-18T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T22:06:34.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was retarded. Damn retarded. Haha. School went on normally, only that we played uno stacko with these thin and small wooden blocks during dnt. Haha. After school was retared. More retarded than usual. My friends and i went to jam, where i saw them play for the first time. Not bad. Not bad at all. Before we went into the room, the guy working there was like," you don't go into the room ah, or i will take your permit." HAHA WHAT PERMIT, FOOL ? Haha. Then, as we were playing, my friend, the vocalist, was adjusting the mic and this damn loud piercing sound came out. And it happened quite a few times. Haha. So we were playing loud music, and there were irrannoyingly loud mic sounds, and the damn loud cymbals. Haha the man there, the owner, i think, complained WE WERE PLAYING TOO FAST. And of course he did not like the mic sounds. Eventually, after a while, he asked us to leave. AND WE DID NOT EVEN JAM FOR AN HOUR WHEN WE WERE SUPPOSED TO JAM FOR TWO ! Haha. And so my friends were arguing with the man, and my friend asked for a refund. And the man was like," Give me your IC first." Like whathehell man. Why is there a need for ICs ? Just show me the money ! In the end, after paying 13 bucks to jam, we were refunded 15 BUCKS. Haha. Went home and then to tuition. That was my day. Until next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115590999491371001?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115590999491371001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115590999491371001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115590999491371001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115590999491371001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-retarded.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115564867061350899</id><published>2006-08-15T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:34:28.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was so damn fun. We had PE, where we played soccer and my shoes kept flying off every time i shot. That sucked. Then, we had to leave the class at 12, skipping POA ( oh yes yes yes ) and one period of history. We were receiving a certificate for doing this national youth achievement award thing. And a guest of honour came to gove us the certs. And she was EUNICE OLSEN DAMMIT. WOW. Haha. SHOOK HER HAND. She had perfume on her hand. Wierd but true. After that, everyone was smelling their right hands. Hahaha. And that went on for quite some time. After that, there was a reception where there was a whole lot of food. FOOD. After eating, i went home. And went for mass just now. Yea. That was today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was yesterday you told me you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;But today I learned you found someone else&lt;br /&gt;and everything was fake.&lt;br /&gt;When I get back home I know that you'll be gone.&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I've given you are left behind; I'll put them in a box.&lt;br /&gt;And today I found out you moved in with him.&lt;br /&gt;A one-bedroom apartment down the road&lt;br /&gt;from the place we first met.&lt;br /&gt;When I get back home I know that you'll be gone.&lt;br /&gt;With all the memories of me you had locked here in this box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll start to think of everything we had.&lt;br /&gt;I was always there for you&lt;br /&gt;I asked for nothing in return I swear.&lt;br /&gt;I'll believe,&lt;br /&gt;you'll make you see.&lt;br /&gt;You were there with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;See my pain, I'll believe&lt;br /&gt;you were there with him.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see your face again, not like this.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to see you in this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see your face again. (face again)&lt;br /&gt;I will not be ashamed not now.&lt;br /&gt;This time I won't be ashamed of it.&lt;br /&gt;This time I won't make it change myself.&lt;br /&gt;This time I will make myself believe.&lt;br /&gt;My heart,&lt;br /&gt;it won't break this time,&lt;br /&gt;won't be left behind,&lt;br /&gt;I won't be so shy; I won't let you win this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&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/27627089-115564867061350899?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115564867061350899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115564867061350899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115564867061350899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115564867061350899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-so-damn-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115546148233077720</id><published>2006-08-13T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T19:16:45.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;At mass today, we were told not to call people names like botak and stupid. Wow. After that, we were told that somebody played a prank ok the neighbour's houses by pressing the doorbell and running away. Haha that person is one of my friends but i dont know who. He got caught. Or he owned up. I cant remember. Haha and we found out that someone made a mess out of the toilet. I dont know who did that either. My friends went in and there was toilet paper all over and it smelled like shit. Yea. Enough of that. After church, we walked down to macdonalds for lunch, where we spent something like 3 hours or more just talking nonsense and playing games on our handphones. Wasted time. After that i came home. Dragged my lazy ass home and finally decided to post. As lazy as i was. And i'll be going for dinner soon. Yea. So i leave you with a video. Whoever is there to watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="355" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9DkK_xigyFc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9DkK_xigyFc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="355" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115546148233077720?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115546148233077720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115546148233077720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115546148233077720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115546148233077720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/08/at-mass-today-we-were-told-not-to-call.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115486826913714816</id><published>2006-08-06T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T20:52:07.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok. I'm back. Today was retarded, cause after church, we had lunch, and decided to go to my friend's place. We ended up skating at the park near his place where i fell along the main road while doing a MANUAL. I hurt my ankle, have little holes in my palms, and the left side of my hip hurts like shit. But well, doesn't matter. I guess. Haha. We watched half of The Omen, well, i think we watched half. Not as scary as i thought it would be. Maybe that was because we were not even concentrating on the movie. MINI PILLOW FIGHTS ! Yea. And i wedgied my friend. We kinda moshed. Or sparred. I dont know. Hope to finish The Omen soon. There was this one part, a lady ran through a window, a noose around her neck. Yea. She hung herself. Shit scary. The lady was dressed like in Ju-On too. Even nicer. I had bread with nutella for dinner. Nutella, my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Haha. I leave you with this, takes some time to figure out. Read it slowly, or break the words down to understand them. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top 10 unintentionally worst company URLs ( Please, FOR GOODNESS' SAKE. DON'T CLICK ON THE LINKS. YOU MUST BE DAMN DUMB TO DO THAT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A site called Who Represents, where you can find the name of the agent that represents a celebrity. Their domain name? wait for it? is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whorepresents.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.whorepresents.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Experts Exchange, a knowledge base where programmers can exchange advice and views at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.expertsexchange.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.expertsexchange.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Looking for a pen? Look no further than Pen Island at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.penisland.net" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.penisland.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Need a therapist? Try Therapist Finder at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.therapistfinder.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.therapistfinder.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Then of course, the Italian Power Generator company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.powergenitalia.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.powergenitalia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. And now, we have the Mole Station Native Nursery, based in New South Wales: &lt;a href="http://www.molestationnursery.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.molestationnursery.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you're looking for computer software, there's always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipanywhere.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.ipanywhere.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Welcome to the First Cumming Methodist Church. Their website is &lt;a href="http://www.cummingfirst.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.cummingfirst.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Then, of course, there's these brainless art designers, and their whacky website: &lt;a href="http://www.speedofart.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.speedofart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Want to holiday in Lake Tahoe? Try their brochure website at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotahoe.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.gotahoe.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Take your time. Takes time to figure them out. But for SOME of you, i don't think that is necessary. Well, until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115486826913714816?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115486826913714816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115486826913714816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115486826913714816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115486826913714816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115476185737186351</id><published>2006-08-05T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:16:03.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="365" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3n0Zi_LDA6I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3n0Zi_LDA6I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="365" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115476185737186351?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115476185737186351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115476185737186351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115476185737186351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115476185737186351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115433745142464082</id><published>2006-07-31T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:17:31.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm back again. Today was ok, only that it rained in the morning. The bus ride to school was retarded, cause there's this guy from my school and he takes the same bus as i do. Every damn time, i'm always ringing the damn bell. Today, i purposely didn't ring it. HAHAHAHAHA damn bad, but i don't want to be taken advantage of. So i didn't ring it. He didn't realise that the bus was leaving, and after a while, he WOKE UP and pressed the bell. I got off too. Hahaha. I don't know if i'll ring the bell tomorrow. I'M SO HAPPY. During the oral exam on Saturday, i was a timekeeper. So i had to timekeep for this group of guys from my class, while they read the passage and looked at the picture for 10 minutes. Haha i helped all in my group, except one assclown whom i hate. I helped them with the picture and stuff. Then it came to my turn. After it was over, i thought i didn't do well, cause i made a couple of mistakes along the way, minor or major i don't know. When the results came back, i was shocked. I GOT FULL MARKS DAMMIT. WOW. Not bragging, but this IS a diary and i suppose its a must that i write this. I passed history too ! YAY ! Haha. I'm still in disbelief. And my class went to Bradell Heights CC today, for social studies. Haha i found out that we have spies working with the government. Whoa. They don't have names, well, when working, they only use a serial number as their name. Imagine this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2375946: Good morning there, 7643761, having lunch later ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7643761: Hello 2375946. I guess we can have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's some sick shit. But i guess when they are not working we dont have to call them by their serial numbers. Imagine this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2375946: Hi, 3587642. I'm collecting particulars here. What's your home number ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3587642: What ? Oh. 3587642.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2375946: No, thats your serial number. I want your contact number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3587642: Oh. That would be 65492842.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2395946: You're looking for 65492842 ? He's at the gent's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3587642: No. 65492842 is my contact number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2395946: HE'S AT THE GENT'S, YOU FOOL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2395946: Ok. Huh ? Whaaaaa ? What's your contact number again ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. A bit long, but i think it happens. Maybe, maybe not. But it's super cool to be called by number. I don't know why. It's so MIB. I bet they dress up like MIB too. Hahaha. I had bak chor mee for lunch, and i'm moving on to the in-between-meals meal. Something like that. Yea. For the moment, i'm blogging, listening to music, and lying to myself that there's no homework. Until next time.&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/27627089-115433745142464082?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115433745142464082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115433745142464082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115433745142464082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115433745142464082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115392182657894784</id><published>2006-07-26T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:50:26.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today started out funny cause as i was walking in the carpark on the way to school, i had this funny feeling of someone following me and i felt all cold and the hair on the back of my neck was standing. Haha. Seventh month syndrome. Also had my math test today, although i dont know the outcome. But I PASSED MY POA ! YES ! Luckily i passed anyway because if i didnt, my badge would have been confiscated. And im currently cramming my project, although we thought we had finished, we still had a ton to do. But we will pull through. And i did another kind act today. I think. Haha i lent Brendon my flexicurve and saved his ass, although i think he may have done fine without it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the weather, but i'm a mess&lt;br /&gt;and this february darkness has me hating everyone&lt;br /&gt;and i know i need your comfort, but this drama makes me sick&lt;br /&gt;and the longer i lay here, i know it's harder to get up&lt;br /&gt;without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lose another day here&lt;br /&gt;lose another year here&lt;br /&gt;i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, something out there, that's making sense&lt;br /&gt;and it's just another trend carefully hidden in your dress&lt;br /&gt;and this cycles never ending, and this fashions overdone&lt;br /&gt;and the further that i run away, the further i'll come back&lt;br /&gt;to shelter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lose another day here&lt;br /&gt;lose another year here&lt;br /&gt;i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the fire, on my apartment floor&lt;br /&gt;sixteen stories, i'd rather burn then fall&lt;br /&gt;and it isn't fate, that took us all by storm&lt;br /&gt;it's just the turn of a card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lose another day here&lt;br /&gt;lose another year here&lt;br /&gt;i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the fire, on my apartment floor&lt;br /&gt;sixteen stories, i'd rather burn then fall&lt;br /&gt;and it isn't fate, that took us all by storm&lt;br /&gt;it's just the turn of a card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye old friend&lt;br /&gt;goodbye goodnight&lt;br /&gt;i'll move on&lt;br /&gt;you'll call it fate, i'll call it karma&lt;br /&gt;we had our time, it was fun&lt;br /&gt;while it lasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll look back, with honor&lt;br /&gt;and no regrets&lt;br /&gt;i won't be mad, won't feel bad&lt;br /&gt;these memories will never leave me&lt;br /&gt;don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;cause life goes on, life goes on&lt;br /&gt;it's getting too late&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is here&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/27627089-115392182657894784?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115392182657894784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115392182657894784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115392182657894784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115392182657894784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-started-out-funny-cause-as-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115373757481099500</id><published>2006-07-24T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:42:46.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm back. I hate mondays, but luckily, its already over. Had to eat some NUTELLA before blogging. That miracle in a bottle/dark brown gold/hazelnut cream+skimmed milk+chocolate killer combo is a piece of heaven. I guess i thought it would get my brain juices flowing. I guess it didn't work. Heard this song by blink the other day, and the only thing i remember about the song was Mark singing," Fuck a dog in the ass." Well, i think he sang that. Great song though. Did a kind act today ! Felt so good. Even though the act was damn small, it kinda makes your day. It works, and works especially well on mondays. For those of you who wanna know what i did, it's really nothing much. Just gave up my seat in the bus for this old man carrying loads of stuff. All those selfish faggatrons didn't move a millimeter. Haha. I'm not boasting about what i did, but this is sort of a journal, so i guess it's a must to put this down, especially if it makes a difference to an otherwise terrible day (not that anything bad happened, it's just monday, and mondays are supposed to be bad). And i passed this taoist or buddhist tent/assembled shelter thingy today on the way home. 7th month's coming ! The religious ornaments under the shelter looked rather mysterious, especially the huge diety, most likely made of paper, with the face covered in what seemed like a paper shroud. Oooooooo. Haha. There were also those big decorated candles. Yea. That wasn't relevant to anything but who cares, cause this is Singapore and we witness all these things. Which are interesting. Went to this career seminar thing on saturday, it was fun. We took a test the other day, to see what kinda 'personality trait' we have, and they can sort of determine what kinda job would suit us. I can be in public relations or a politician or a marketing services person. Wow. Those 3 are the better jobs of the rest, which i don't think i would like to list out. One of them is advertising though. Haha. On sunday our catechism teachers brought us out to chua chu kang cemetry, and later st. joseph's church. Keith, Michael and i had a great time reading the chinese characters on the life-sized stations of the cross, which were writen backwards. Haha. Instead of," Jesus falls the second time", the chinese words read," second time Jesus falls". Haha. Like yoda language. Keith came up with the theory that the scribers or whatever you call them, those who write the stuff on the marble slabs, which were attatched to the elevated platform where the statues were, wrote the stations of the cross in english first, progressing station by station. And when they were done, they had write the chinese words,from the 14th station to the 1st, which was why they appeared backwards. Hahahahahahaha. But at some of the stations we were like," oh shit i can't read the first word", or "oh shit i can't read the second character", so we skipped a few stations. Haha. Well, that's about it. Until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115373757481099500?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115373757481099500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115373757481099500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115373757481099500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115373757481099500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115321743975319670</id><published>2006-07-18T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:10:39.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been very long. I've just realised that my blog skin is rather vulgar and dull. But it's fun. Had my SLC investiture today. Started off rather bumpy, but it went smoothly around the middle. I THINK so. But it was very fun. Made new friends. :) Parents aren't at home, and the house would be very very quiet, if not for music. I'm very bored. I wanna watch Nacho Libre ! Looks like hilarious show. Ok i'm blabbering nonsense. Don't know what to type !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well is it true what they say about it&lt;br /&gt;They say it's new but I have to doubt it&lt;br /&gt;And then they tell you everything about it&lt;br /&gt;Had enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some people saying this way&lt;br /&gt;I got some people saying that way&lt;br /&gt;I got some people saying there's no way&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the idiot walk&lt;br /&gt;See the idiot talk&lt;br /&gt;See the idiot chalk up his name on the blackboard&lt;br /&gt;See the robot walk&lt;br /&gt;See the robot talk&lt;br /&gt;See the robot write up his name on the ballot&lt;br /&gt;They say this is all I need to get by&lt;br /&gt;The truth is baby it's a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well is it true what they say about it&lt;br /&gt;You oughtta do what I do and doubt it&lt;br /&gt;He won and now he's gonna do something about it&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't wanna feel like a putz&lt;br /&gt;Collect the clues and connect the dots&lt;br /&gt;You'll see the pattern that is bursting your bubble&lt;br /&gt;And it's Bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the idiot walk&lt;br /&gt;See the idiot talk&lt;br /&gt;See the idiot chalk up his name on the blackboard&lt;br /&gt;They say this is all I need to get by&lt;br /&gt;The truth is baby it's a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we review the winning combination&lt;br /&gt;Body at work and a mind on vacation&lt;br /&gt;Who had the brain where it started to sink in&lt;br /&gt;It was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've seen the idiot walk&lt;br /&gt;See the idiot talk&lt;br /&gt;But you never learned nothing and nothing isn't over&lt;br /&gt;See the robot walk&lt;br /&gt;See the robot talk&lt;br /&gt;Still you never learned nothing and nothing isn't over&lt;br /&gt;They say this is all I need to get by&lt;br /&gt;The truth is baby it's a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the lyrics from a song entitled "walk idiot walk". As i said, i was bored.Haha. Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115321743975319670?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115321743975319670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115321743975319670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115321743975319670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115321743975319670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-been-very-long.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115253101694650160</id><published>2006-07-10T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:43:28.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7207/2913/1600/catbert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7207/2913/400/catbert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Doesnt everybody love Dilbert ? Will you restless visitors and wandering spirits please take the time to read this corporate company comic shit. And laugh. Please.OH MAN I HATE ITALY ! PLAY LIKE SHIT ALSO CAN WIN ! LIKE WATCHING S-LEAGUE MATCH ! But i dont care lar, just lost money. Anyway, how fun do you want my blog to be ? You go create a blog YOURSELF and then we'll see if its boring or not. Nag nag nag. Be patient man. I tried embedding a billiards game, but too bad, that wasnt possible. Gonna upload videos soon, although i dont know what to upload. We'll see. Until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115253101694650160?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115253101694650160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115253101694650160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115253101694650160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115253101694650160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/07/doesnt-everybody-love-dilbert-will-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115234564066055805</id><published>2006-07-08T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T16:00:40.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha i know everybody, that i dont post often. I either forget or i cant be bothered to type so much. Haha. I also need to know how to do links, so i can link as many of you as i can. I know nuts about this rubbish. And Brendon..how fun or super exciting can a blog get ? just a bunch of words and sometimes photos. Haha. Thanks for the feedback anyway. And yes dex, whoever you are, supposedlly Dexter, i'll try to update more often. If i can. If you'll be visiting very frequently. I'll try to improve this blog. More crap coming soon, hopefully, if i can finally figure out how to incorporate new stuff here. Dammit i'm answering all your questions in this post like i'm in a press conference. What a waste. Haha. I'm gonna figure out what new stuff to add now, so until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-115234564066055805?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115234564066055805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115234564066055805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115234564066055805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115234564066055805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/07/haha-i-know-everybody-that-i-dont-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-115183581801936355</id><published>2006-07-02T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T18:54:37.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7207/2913/1600/monroe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7207/2913/320/monroe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;               Some of you have seen this one before, me and marilyn monroe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7207/2913/1600/P1010163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7207/2913/320/P1010163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Venetian Hotel at Vegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7207/2913/320/P1010170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                     Grand Canyon !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back after ages again. Came back from holiday ages ago too. America was a dream come true for me. Although it was terribly hot, i still enjoyed the dry, non-humid heat. Vegas was fabulous at night, with the never-ending skyline, extending to the night horizon. LA was nice in the day, as the weather was just great. America's unforgettible. Hope i can go there again. All you people out there, GO TO AMERICA. Ok enough of that. School's opened and everything is going fine. BRAZIL'S OUT OF THE WORLD CUP ! how the heck can that happen !? Well, there's always 2010. I looked at the sun today, thinking when it would burn out, when this world will be shrouded in darkness after the last 8 minutes of light has finished, how we will be slowly but surely freeze-dried. I'm morbid. But that would be scary. Treasure what you have, cause you never know when it's gone. Yea that makes the most sense of what morbid comments i've said. Tomorrow's a holiday, so i'm just gonna continue doing nothing. Nothing left to say, so until next time.&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/27627089-115183581801936355?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/115183581801936355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=115183581801936355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115183581801936355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/115183581801936355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-of-you-have-seen-this-one-before.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-114948727121762310</id><published>2006-06-05T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T14:01:11.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok. It's been another few days. I really keep forgetting. Haha. The day's all fine so far, only that i'm all alone at home for the moment, and i'm kinda using the computer illegally. Haha. After all, rules are ment to be broken, and break them i shall. My mom's not going to be home any time soon, so i guess i got quite a bit of time to write. Nothing on TV to watch, nothing at all to do. That may just be why i'm blogging right now. Can't sleep cause the next door neighbours are doing so much with their house, i think it's gonna go from bricks to straw or sticks and mud. Some people are never satisfied. But thank goodness i've got some loud music to drown out the knocking and all those other irritating noises. Silverstein's doing a really good job. I guess i better go now, hopefully i dont find my mom standing at the front door or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-114948727121762310?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/114948727121762310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=114948727121762310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/114948727121762310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/114948727121762310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-114913642252521062</id><published>2006-06-01T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T12:33:42.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha it's been a few days since i've updated. Always too damn lazy to do so. It's terribly boring at home here, although it's the holidays with the freedom and stuff, with nothing at all to do except walk around, play games, stare into space or watch TV. This is the perfect holiday. But thank goodness, i've got music to get me through the monotony of the holidays. Lazy to skate, although i've got lots of practising to do, just hate my neighbour's dog's irrannoying barking. Haha i don't know what relevance the dog's barking has to skating, but i just hate skating with that damned dog barking non-stop. Besides, it's gonna rain soon. Gee, i think this is by far my longest post ever ! Achievement ! Ok. I guess this is it. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-114913642252521062?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/114913642252521062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=114913642252521062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/114913642252521062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/114913642252521062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/06/haha-its-been-few-days-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-114864681910135167</id><published>2006-05-26T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:38:13.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm back ! after ages of exams. It's all over and holidays have started. If not for my decision to publish this post, i think my blog would be slowly drifting away, erased by the sands of time. But luckily, i remembered it, and here i am. TAYLOR HICKS WON AMERICAN IDOL ! SOUL PATROL ! Haha. i think i've run out of things to say already. Not feeling like much of a motormouth today haha. So until a potentially VERY long time, i guess i'm signing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-114864681910135167?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/114864681910135167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=114864681910135167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/114864681910135167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/114864681910135167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-back-after-ages-of-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-114743250076129149</id><published>2006-05-12T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T19:21:14.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok. It's friday and my exams are almost over.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just a few days more ! i know other schools are already done with their exams, but strangely enough, in my school we're all still 'slogging'. I'm starting to get the hang of blogging now, although i've tried a few times, creating and maintaining this blog has definitely been much smoother and easier, and i hope to become a better blogger especially in coding haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-114743250076129149?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/114743250076129149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=114743250076129149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/114743250076129149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/114743250076129149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-114698233837659375</id><published>2006-05-07T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T14:20:30.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;No ! Its sunday ! Two exams tomorrow and i havent really studied. My history's ok but i nearly can't too anything for principles of accounts ! I've gotta study like i've never studied before. I'll pull through. Somehow,hopefully. Haha. Gonna cram like mad now. Ciao !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-114698233837659375?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/114698233837659375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=114698233837659375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/114698233837659375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/114698233837659375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-its-sunday-two-exams-tomorrow-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27627089.post-114690430386119561</id><published>2006-05-06T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T14:19:51.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a new blog ! i can't remember how many i've abandoned because of coding. But well, i'm back. Exams have started, and here i am doing a blog. Hope to pass though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27627089-114690430386119561?l=z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/feeds/114690430386119561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27627089&amp;postID=114690430386119561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/114690430386119561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27627089/posts/default/114690430386119561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-a-c-h-a-r-y.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-new-blog-i-cant-remember-how.html' title=''/><author><name>MongoBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547591798285404508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
