<?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-32190787</id><updated>2012-01-09T00:57:12.232+08:00</updated><category term='UNTITLED'/><title type='text'>Saggy &amp; Co's Emo Page</title><subtitle type='html'>A-J-L-N-R</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-J-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17282535312872834562</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>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-2114602286835261326</id><published>2009-09-01T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:45:40.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The big TWO FIVE</title><content type='html'>In my honest to god opinion, i think once someone hits @% it pretty much downhill from there. Just like a bell curve, I'm on top, staring down at the steep slope that lays before me. It scary to know that for the past 25 years I've been not only wasting earth's precious resources but also digging chunks out of my parents retirement fund. I haven't done anything that I'm proud of as far as I'm concerned. I've haven't touched anyone's lives or changed it anyway. In fact I think I'm no different then the bum that sits on the corner of the street begging for money. But it;s not all doom and gloom. There are things i do look forward to as i grow older and wiser hopefully. Things like, i can finally use the term "I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice young one" and when i say "I'm going home and sleep" i actually mean it. And I've learn how ironic this life is, like how you cant noticed something that's right in front of you until it's gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/Sp0zd5CW72I/AAAAAAAAAE0/vfwZmceN3uI/s1600-h/untitled.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/Sp0zd5CW72I/AAAAAAAAAE0/vfwZmceN3uI/s320/untitled.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376510118770175842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for the cake and song. I was really surprised or too high i dunno. I forgot it was my birthday when you guys sang the birthday song to me the first time, i thought it was for shwe.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I should have learned from other people mistakes. What?! Once a emo always a emo?! It was a one off thing. But i should have taken cue from the master of emoness, right josh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fish down there happens to be my favorite fish.. so many fishes in the sea, but i still want NEMO. So screw u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-2114602286835261326?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2114602286835261326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=2114602286835261326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/2114602286835261326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/2114602286835261326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-two-five.html' title='The big TWO FIVE'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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/_88cHWznEYSM/Sp0zd5CW72I/AAAAAAAAAE0/vfwZmceN3uI/s72-c/untitled.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-4004808661589677387</id><published>2009-08-18T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:49:38.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/SomJ98Mv6NI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4ZLQKpkEzuY/s1600-h/clown-fish-is-nemo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/SomJ98Mv6NI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4ZLQKpkEzuY/s320/clown-fish-is-nemo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370975727840651474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-4004808661589677387?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4004808661589677387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=4004808661589677387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/4004808661589677387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/4004808661589677387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/why.html' title=''/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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/_88cHWznEYSM/SomJ98Mv6NI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4ZLQKpkEzuY/s72-c/clown-fish-is-nemo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-5242630532748015181</id><published>2009-08-04T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:32:20.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May Angels Lead You In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SncOMp6Jh8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/vefern5e-M0/s1600-h/4714_90694374002_769514002_1941618_606522_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SncOMp6Jh8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/vefern5e-M0/s320/4714_90694374002_769514002_1941618_606522_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365773091606202306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Leon Robert went missing after the Adidas King of the Road 2009 at about 9 something in the morning in Shah Alam on the 2nd of August 2009. Search efforts were carried out by friends and family on the 2nd of August and the 3rd of August.  His body was found in the stadium on the 3rd of August at about 1pm on the 3rd of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is truly a great person in whatever he does; a true man. The Lord must have loved him more and brought him home. Nevertheless, Gary, you may not be here with us anymore but you will always be with us in spirit. May angels lead you into heaven. Condolences go out to his family and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who had seen him that day, please do let us know as we our clueless on what could have happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-5242630532748015181?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5242630532748015181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=5242630532748015181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5242630532748015181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5242630532748015181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/may-angels-lead-you-in.html' title='May Angels Lead You In'/><author><name>Nick</name><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/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SncOMp6Jh8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/vefern5e-M0/s72-c/4714_90694374002_769514002_1941618_606522_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-3721523037474019814</id><published>2009-07-05T21:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:29:16.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your dismissive attitude towards boobs...</title><content type='html'>and hell begins, for tmr a new semester of quizzes, tests, finals, projects, pain, lack of sleep, anguish, anxiety and many more indescribable feeling mixed into one begins...  and you wonder why i end up end emo all the time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-3721523037474019814?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3721523037474019814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=3721523037474019814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3721523037474019814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3721523037474019814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-dismissive-attitude-towards-boobs.html' title='Your dismissive attitude towards boobs...'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-811631321276541364</id><published>2009-06-29T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:13:07.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"My buddies over there said that I wouldn't be able to start a conversation with the most beautiful girl in the bar. Wanna buy some drinks with some of their money?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AskMen.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-811631321276541364?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/811631321276541364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=811631321276541364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/811631321276541364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/811631321276541364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-buddies-over-there-said-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-3426507784688093274</id><published>2009-06-22T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:34:36.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with." Juno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-3426507784688093274?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3426507784688093274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=3426507784688093274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3426507784688093274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3426507784688093274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/look-in-my-opinion-best-thing-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-8253875203175365905</id><published>2009-06-12T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:49:58.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think i should get a dog</title><content type='html'>"A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water log stick will do just fine. A dog doesn't care if your rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he'll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary?" John Grogan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-8253875203175365905?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8253875203175365905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=8253875203175365905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/8253875203175365905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/8253875203175365905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/think-i-should-get-dog.html' title='Think i should get a dog'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-3331935681284418617</id><published>2009-04-25T16:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:51:19.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning a friend and I went over to the DKSH warehouse sale praying that it wasn't jam packed like the Adidas warehouse sale. They had a good concept where it seemed like it was "Hari Keluarga" with all the tents put up. My aim was to get a watch which I did; but anyways, this is not what I intend to write about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALAYSIANS. We can be so "kiasu". There was this Vico van there giving out free drinks; like the Milo or Nescafe vans. You and I both know how small of a cup they give. You should have seen the amount of people that was queuing up just to take a few cups of free Vico. If it were some sports day where everybody's thirsty and can't seem to find some other drink, I would have accepted the queue. The queue was longer than any stall selling things (well, there wasn't a queue to buy stuff as we MALAYSIANS don't like queuing up; we just push our way in and get what we want). And in this queue, it wasn't like it was majority kids, there were aunties; not too sure bout uncles (uncles like my father tend to not go for this kinda things). Is the economy that bad that everybody is so desperate for a pathetic cup of Vico?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing about Malaysians. If you don't intend to buy anything from a certain place, don't just stand there to see what is going on just because there is a bloody crowd there. If you're curious fine; but just have a look and then get the hell out of there man. Don't just stand there for like 10 - 15 minutes just looking and then only walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we think Singaporeans are "kiasu"; people look around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-3331935681284418617?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3331935681284418617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=3331935681284418617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3331935681284418617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3331935681284418617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-morning-friend-and-i-went-over-to.html' title='People'/><author><name>Nick</name><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-32190787.post-6732761106732080146</id><published>2009-04-11T03:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T03:43:12.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i have it worst, nick</title><content type='html'>first week of it is over. this was what i did for the past week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: read a page 200++ (i dunno exactly how many pages cause i didnt bother finishing it) on pneumatics, told the stupid manager i finished it. he was surprised, i told him i was just reading through only since i wasnt required to memorised it. he believed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: stupid manager ask to write a manual on pneumatic training kit, complete with theory, questions and solutions. Found an online workbook, thought that i could just copy and paste. Till he ask me to modify the questions, i told him i didn't know exactly how the system works, then he told me go read the book. and google talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: was ask by the stupid manager to format company laptop  which took all morning and half the afternoon, was trying to modify the questions. google talk. got bored in the afternoon went downstairs to the factory and to help install a packaging machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: was asked by the stupid manager to fix the copier machine. applied my engineering knowledge and miracoulously fixed it. it was broken down for more than a week. everyone knows the stupid manager broke it, even the office lady said it was him to which he replied like a whining little bitch "bukan saya". Double sided tape can do wonders..  Later i was given a "project" by the stupid manager, he asked me to go test the auto tray stacker machine. He showed me the machine and talked me through it. then i asked how do u turn it on, to which he told me he had no idea. the client wanted to us to make two new fittings for 2 different tray sizes. so had to adjust the rail guards to fit the new trays. client was coming in tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Staring at the manual. the stupid manager tapped on the shoulder to tell me that my client was here. i was like was wtf, that not my client just because i do ur shit work doesnt mean that he's my client. u see the stupid manager loves to put the blame on other ppl when things go wrong so by making the person my client i was suddenly responsible for anything wrong with the machine. and as always something was wrong, the stupid manager designed a two feed fitting instead of one. standing there i was saying to myself oh fuck. i'm left once again to do his shit work. the fitting had to be re modified. long story short it was a fucking mess. asked the Myanmar do one thing he go do another. one of the fittings had to be done 3 times cause the myanmar messed it up. btw, we have 2 myanmars panjang and pendek the other 2 ran away. i had panjang today. in the end i asked a technician to help me with all the grinding, drilling and wielding. what should have been an 2 hour job took the whole day. come to think of it we have 3 myanmars in the factory, one sits in the office and calls himself the project manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all call him something else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very grateful to have the colleagues that i have, otherwise i would give u the myanmars email address so that anymore of u can do me a huge favor and email this to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so under dressed no seed work shirts only a stupid collared t-shirt and safety boots. the t-shirt not my size also, xxl, how to show off my toned body.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like all i do is complain, but i kinda enjoy doing the work for some weird sadistic reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this just the first week. cant wait for the next 11 weeks. yipee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody, how was ur week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;jian xiong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. just because i'm not always there doenst mean i dont love you guys. i cant always be there to meet up due to some very unforeseen circumstances, it's all my fault. right chocolate bear? ask cb (chocolate bear for short) to be lenient a bit then things might just work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAV, U BIG PUSSY. pics better be gone and the memory card formatted. i'll have myanmars after u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTICED THE NUMBER OF CHICKS IN THE OFFICE? EXACTLY HAHHAHAHAH. WE'RE FUCKED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-6732761106732080146?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6732761106732080146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=6732761106732080146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/6732761106732080146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/6732761106732080146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-i-have-it-worst-nick.html' title='i think i have it worst, nick'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-2328408719425876583</id><published>2009-04-11T02:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:46:42.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Work, Work</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know us, you would know that we started our industrial training this week. So this is my first week of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="471"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=86810838&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" flashvars="id=86810838&amp;width=1000" height="471" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/86810838/"&gt;Office job, stressful job&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://frixedairwave.deviantart.com/"&gt;FriXedAirwave&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - Read up on some stuff and suddenly my boss tells me that after I read up brief them about the thing; by them I mean my colleagues and some other people from another department. I was like wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - I get an e-mail confirming the briefing time and place. Seriously, wtf? He seriously expects me, a trainee to give a briefing??? By the way, the briefing is to be held on Monday at 9 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - After lunch I went to the client's place, NTT MSC in Cyberjaya. They host servers. Darn their server room looks cool. Looks like those hacker movies where they go into the server rooms, plug in their lap top to one of the servers and you know what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - Client's place the whole day. Hard work man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 - Was in the office rushing preparation for the briefing on Monday. Talked to my boss about the briefing. The way he mentioned it, it seems to be like darn serious. After lunch client's place did some testing. At bout 5.45 while doing our testing client came. The client was so darn kecoh. This and that, this and that. Then, I almost had to work tomorrow (Saturday). Thank God the contractors not working so can't go to the client's place and Monday I have to go back to the client's place so the briefing is postponed. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my 1st week of work. But all in all I think it feels much better than last year when I worked in Technip. Don't know if it is just less boring or I sort of knew what to expect already. Hope everybody else are coping well with their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment of emoness: on Monday I was thinking, "Shit, one more year of study, then grad, then it's like this for the rest of the time until retirement. This is not good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, to end our 1st week of work those of us who were in this part of the world met up for a couple of beers. I'd say the week wasn't too bad after all. Lets pray it all goes well for another 11 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-2328408719425876583?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2328408719425876583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=2328408719425876583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/2328408719425876583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/2328408719425876583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-work-work.html' title='Work, Work, Work'/><author><name>Nick</name><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-32190787.post-789258897362568435</id><published>2009-04-02T03:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:03:29.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to my life........</title><content type='html'>...well for the first 3:10 mins of the show anyway, everyday for the past 4 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're starting our internship next week, hopefully it'll be like the next 9.02 of the show. but so far the only guy who i think has a chance of actually achieving this is ROGER.. haha. All the best clubber.. All the best to everyone, try not to lose a limb or something..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-789258897362568435?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/789258897362568435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=789258897362568435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/789258897362568435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/789258897362568435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/04/welome-to-my-life.html' title='welcome to my life........'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-5939825904070082940</id><published>2009-04-01T19:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:36:56.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont be part of the statistics</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wbpj1XOhuGI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wbpj1XOhuGI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJvfGiXXN9w&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJvfGiXXN9w&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gW_UjthpTjI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gW_UjthpTjI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WX8iBVGcIns&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WX8iBVGcIns&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UY_jl0WFKOs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UY_jl0WFKOs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These videos are meant to scare the shit of out you.. Remind you guys and gals to be extra careful and be extra vigilant. As you can see, the crimes are almost always committed by the chans on motorcycles. So be extra careful of your surroundings, look out for motorcycles. Especially ladies with your handbags. Or when your talking on the phone, they'll snatch anything and everything. So they can fucking have money to sniff glue.. This is what our society has become. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: zerotohundred.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-5939825904070082940?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5939825904070082940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=5939825904070082940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5939825904070082940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5939825904070082940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Dont be part of the statistics'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-643839816721563475</id><published>2009-02-25T03:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:51:51.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, this is not an emo post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;25th February 2009 marks the day i start posting on this blog. Suddenly i feel like i have ample of time in my hand. Could have studied for test, could have worked on MDP project, could have done proposals, could have read magazine but instead i succumb to the sudden urge to write-to-tell feeling surge upon myself to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently hooked on to a song by &lt;em&gt;James Morrison - Once I Was Little&lt;/em&gt; and here are the lyrics to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse1:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was the one, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who would always jump in first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't think twice to look behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got such a good feeling,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just from playing in the dirt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once, when I was little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could build a rocket,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fly to the moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave Tuesday morning, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and be back for noon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There wasn't nothing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing that we couldn't do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once, when I was little &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;umm......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once, when I was little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I could dream more then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I believed more then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That the world could only get better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I was free more then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could pretend more then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That this life could only show me good times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once, when I was little &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;umm... ohh lalala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse2:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a time when I trusted everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes I did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was no place that I would not go oh no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spend a day on the hillside next to the hollywood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh once, when I was little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea once, when I, I was little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I could dream more then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I believe more then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That this world could only get better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I was free more then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could pretend more then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That this life could only show me good times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once, when I was little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridge:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Used to feel so strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when they tell me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me I was wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I can't live in a magic world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it's time for me to grow up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I got to be like the rest of them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I know there acting up ohh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could believe more then yes I could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could pretend more then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That this life could only get better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could believe more then yes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could I could pretend more then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That this world could only show me good times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once, when I was little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here comes the next one, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the next in line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay as young you can,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the longest time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause those days flew by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a breeze just passing through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once, when I was little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. It's a great song. It kinda reminds me of how i used to be so naive and trustful of all the good that the world and the people could offer. And of course, as i grow up, i've learned about certains things through hardship knowing that i am not always right and life isnt what i perceived it to be. I have realised that once you are at the peak of your life, be prepared to fall because when it catches you offguard, that is when you are gonna suffer the most. Again, no, i am not emo. Maybe i am, but isnt that why this blog is established in the first place?heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306715409455747490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZN2Us0Enug/SaU9jHizkaI/AAAAAAAAABs/l22JwLV8hws/s320/Ice_cubes_openphoto.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ice Cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, work is piling up. There are just alot to be done. Industrial training will begin in April. I'll be in Malacca. The thought of doing everything "ALONE" makes me feel so reluctant to go. But, i am trying to be a lil optimistic. After all, Malacca is not a bad place rite? You have the famous Jonker St, all the historical places, Purebar and so on. To comfort me further, at least it's better than Pantai Remis. The only thing i know about that place is that..... DAMN.. I dont even know that place. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rogeryang-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-643839816721563475?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/643839816721563475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=643839816721563475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/643839816721563475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/643839816721563475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-this-is-not-emo-post.html' title='No, this is not an emo post.'/><author><name>rogeryang87</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4ExH9QG0jI/Tl30RfG70XI/AAAAAAAAACU/XEDEnKVY9_s/s220/DSC03057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZN2Us0Enug/SaU9jHizkaI/AAAAAAAAABs/l22JwLV8hws/s72-c/Ice_cubes_openphoto.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-3323293895385024714</id><published>2009-02-18T00:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:30:08.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recession?</title><content type='html'>I honestly haven't felt how the economic crises has affected me in anyway.. Maybe it's because I'm still living off my parents.. yeah sad i know..Till now the only way i can tell that recession is actually happening is through the papers and me not getting an internship (but the internship thing is already settled, thanks josh i love you) so yeah through the papers only, until it hit close to home. The transvestites that roams the streets at night............. now sells nasi lemak in the morning to supplement their income..That's gotta tell you something about our economy right? So people recession is here, so stop buying so many pairs of shoes. Anyone want nasi lemak for breakfast tmr? I haven't tried it yet though, both their nasi lemak and their services in case your wondering. And i don't plan to, in case your wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. How you think i got my driving license? Anyone can drive a stick, nothing to shout about, unless your a chauvinist and go around shouting "I drive a stick, i'm a real man". How does driving a stick make you a real man? Shows that your good with shafts? Cant get any more man than that.. *if this sounds defensive, it's not in case your wondering, i don't mind driving an automatic, it's the best thing that happened to mankind especially in KL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-3323293895385024714?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3323293895385024714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=3323293895385024714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3323293895385024714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3323293895385024714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/02/recession_18.html' title='Recession?'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-5239469493913368043</id><published>2009-02-15T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:27:58.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Me, Drunk</title><content type='html'>Due to Saggy's allegations of me, I just have to write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things I would do when I'm drunk; or so I've been told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Curse and swear a lot and I mean A LOT. I think every alternate word is usually f*ck. Saggy you might have heard me cursing the other night when LaLa was on the phone with you, but then again I swear even when I'm not pissed drunk. Plus, I wasn't shouting to LaLa that I'm gonna kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Count numbers. Don't ask me why. But it goes something like this, "1!!!! 2!!!! 3!!!! 4!!!!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can recall for now; but anyways Saggy I was not pissed drunk the other night, LaLa was exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Real men drive stick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-5239469493913368043?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5239469493913368043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=5239469493913368043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5239469493913368043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5239469493913368043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-me-drunk.html' title='This Is Me, Drunk'/><author><name>Nick</name><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-32190787.post-832060167049759451</id><published>2009-02-15T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:04:54.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little by little - Oasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make you my baby – 911 (I just might. Let's see if anyone asks me this tomorrow. Hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture to burn – Taylor Swift (WTFKNNCCB?! You'll pay for this BEAN! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makeover – David Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born for this – Paramore (So full of optimism. I like.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters – Metallica (Contrary to popular belief, I am no longer the emo kid I was last year. Would have been funny if I did this last year wouldn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shattered dreams – Johnny Hates Jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lollipop – Lil Wayne (Sweet, colourful, and bad for your health?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love spreads – Stone Roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ain't the leaving kind - Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love song- Cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon – Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I are – Timbaland ft. Keri Wilson &amp;amp; D.O.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovebug – Jonas Brothers (No, no. I want to be rich and famous. Just like the pussycat dolls. OR the pussycat boys? WAKAKAKAKAKAKA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is gone – David Guetta (This one cracked me up. Haha. Those of you in the know should get this. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) WHAT WILL/DID YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottle it up -  Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16) WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Shout-lyrics-Tears-For-Fears/8F59187642D12C68482568B100107A29"&gt;Shout – Tears for fears&lt;/a&gt; *click for lyrics (I really don't know how to explain this. Read the lyrics and figure it out for yourself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17) WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place in the sun – Brisa (All the talk about me getting a tan. Hmmmmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18) WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far away- Nickelback (Yes, I fear being far away from the people I love. So true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19) WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow you home – Nickelback (There ARE a few people I would like to follow home. Again. So true. I'm starting to worry that Winamp might have a life of its own.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20) WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic attack – Unkle (Wtf?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend – Spice Girls (So not true. I love all of you to bits. Even more so after yesterday. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22) WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little by little – Oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been reading countless meme's on Facebook and even got tagged in a few. I thought it was hilarious but I never thought I'd actually do it. But after a gentle shove from Bendy, I caved and did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't bother commenting on some of the songs as they are so wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't heard about half the songs. Haha. Don't ask me why I have so much music on my playlist. Most of the time I just download them and never get round to listening. Hehe. But it sure made the meme that much more interesting didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So whoever reads this, try it out yourself and have a few good laughs. I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;j&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-832060167049759451?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/832060167049759451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=832060167049759451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/832060167049759451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/832060167049759451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-by-little-oasis.html' title='Little by little - Oasis'/><author><name>-J-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17282535312872834562</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-32190787.post-2341582998194554824</id><published>2009-02-15T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:48:08.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who u gonna call?</title><content type='html'>Saggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup not ghostbusters, me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang at 4 in  the morning. Without bothering to look who called, i knew it was josh. It had to be him, it always was him. Every time he would get high/drunk he would call me. It was starting to worry me. So i confronted him the other day and asked him why me? And he told me it was because he doesn't mind disturbing me at night. But I wasn't buying it, i think he secretly harbors feelings for me but wasn't drunk enough each time to actually confess it. Well anyways, i picked up the phone and angrily said "Dude, why you calling me?". See i was having non of it that day and i was gonna make sure he was going to confess there and then so he would stop calling in the wee hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to my surprise it was roger. Maybe roger has feelings for me too.. i was worried. But what really worried me was tone of his voice. He sounded really scared. He was like "we are going to SJMC and cannot find the place. If in 10 mins we don't get there call someone to come get us. i cannot drive and nick doesn't seem to be able to drive as well". While in the background i could hear nick cussing and all. So that really got me scared. Let's fast rewind to a few months back, we were at luna bar. After luna had closed, we were all standing outside the car park when nick pulled out a cigarette ,lit the wrong end and took a puff. I laughed my head off, but i stopped when i realized i had to get into his car. I asked if he can drive, nick said yes. But it was not like i had a choice, i couldnt drive for him. I dunno how to drive a stick, for those wondering why. Inside the car, i was scared, so i dont really blame roger for feeling the same way. Nick couldnt stop cussing. He was like "Fuck you", "Fuck you la", "I'm gonna fucking kill you" and "Dude, you went up to ang moh chicks" all the way from luna to pelita. Well at least that confirms one thing.. nick doesnt secretly harbor any feelings for me. We all know who he harbors feelings for but lets not go there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, as karma would have it.. i called josh. I could hear he was damn sober. So i screwed him for letting 2 drunks get in the car. He told me, nick was fine when they left mos. And i told him, not according to roger and what i heard in the background. I called roger back only to have nick answer and tell me that they had reached the mamak. WTF. Then i called josh, but for some reason he didnt want to pick up the phone, to tell him that the 2 were fine. After a few more calls, i gave up and concluded that he was doing the nasty nasty and i went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end everyone got home in one piece. And i learned that when talking to sue lin make sure she listens to jay chou songs first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, heed the lyrics of the song and call GHOSTBUSTERS. Not me,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-2341582998194554824?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2341582998194554824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=2341582998194554824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/2341582998194554824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/2341582998194554824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-u-gonna-call.html' title='Who u gonna call?'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-458745961021668526</id><published>2009-02-14T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:05:52.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines</title><content type='html'>To all our beloved readers, although not many of you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a virtual rose just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=15116650&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=15116650&amp;width=1337" height="385" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/15116650/"&gt;Valentines&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://functioneer.deviantart.com/"&gt;Functioneer&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: im bored sitting my a** here...haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-458745961021668526?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/458745961021668526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=458745961021668526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/458745961021668526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/458745961021668526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines'/><author><name>Nick</name><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-32190787.post-5900773991296463191</id><published>2009-02-12T17:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:54:32.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/SZPyAdjm9EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/pAayuMYBRPg/s1600-h/lifesavers.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/SZPyAdjm9EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/pAayuMYBRPg/s320/lifesavers.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301847276093109314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i too, come in five flavors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-5900773991296463191?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5900773991296463191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=5900773991296463191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5900773991296463191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5900773991296463191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/02/had-lifesaver-lately.html' title='Need one?'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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/_88cHWznEYSM/SZPyAdjm9EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/pAayuMYBRPg/s72-c/lifesavers.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-5268105382794050458</id><published>2009-02-10T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:23:16.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@#$%^&amp;#%^@#%^&amp;@%^&amp;@#SMS$%^&amp;*$%^&amp;</title><content type='html'>$&amp;$^*%&amp;%^&amp;*#$&amp;*#$%&amp;*$%&amp;*$*$%^&amp;*(**%%#^%$^*%*&amp;(*)&amp;*($%#&amp;$*^*&amp;(*&amp;(%&amp;#$&amp;%((^&amp;%#$&amp;%$*&amp;%^&amp;(*$($^%*&amp;%&amp;*%(&amp;)&amp;)*)*&amp;$$@#!@$#@$$^&amp;%(&amp;)*_(_)*(%$$@#$#%&amp;%&amp;(^)*&amp;_*(_*(_*)*$%&amp;#@@$#%%*^(*&amp;)_*_*_)*(_)*#$%@#^%$*$%^*&amp;%#$@#@&amp;$&amp;*^)&amp;)&amp;__(&amp;(^(*$%&amp;#%#$%#$^@*&amp;^()^&amp;(*(*^(^%&amp;*%^&amp;$%$%*(%^SMS%^%*(&amp;^*&amp;)(*_*)(&amp;*_%&amp;*$%#%#$^%)^^*(_&amp;&amp;)*&amp;)(&amp;)&amp;*)(_&amp;*(^%&amp;*$^$^%&amp;*)^*)(&amp;_*&amp;*^%&amp;)*%(^#$%(%&amp;*(&amp;)*_)(_*(_^%$. I got ur message loud and clear. I hope you got mine.. UNFUCKINGBELIEVEABLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-5268105382794050458?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5268105382794050458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=5268105382794050458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5268105382794050458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5268105382794050458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='@#$%^&amp;#%^@#%^&amp;@%^&amp;@#SMS$%^&amp;*$%^&amp;'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-1007281690060549922</id><published>2009-02-10T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:18:45.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Machine Launch@Quadttro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/SZGahk7ftBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OcR2445AX7k/s1600-h/time-machine-Launching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/SZGahk7ftBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OcR2445AX7k/s320/time-machine-Launching.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301188138031363090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-1007281690060549922?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1007281690060549922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=1007281690060549922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/1007281690060549922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/1007281690060549922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-machine-luanchquadttro.html' title='Time Machine Launch@Quadttro'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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/_88cHWznEYSM/SZGahk7ftBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OcR2445AX7k/s72-c/time-machine-Launching.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-8711855059191499835</id><published>2009-02-09T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:10:11.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How low can i go?</title><content type='html'>Surely way lower than this.. without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/SY8fkUo-TJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8JYH9Ru-PBg/s1600-h/pp_leroy_limbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/SY8fkUo-TJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8JYH9Ru-PBg/s320/pp_leroy_limbo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300489995314678930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-8711855059191499835?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8711855059191499835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=8711855059191499835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/8711855059191499835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/8711855059191499835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-low-can-you-go_09.html' title='How low can i go?'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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/_88cHWznEYSM/SY8fkUo-TJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8JYH9Ru-PBg/s72-c/pp_leroy_limbo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-1015699377791116067</id><published>2009-02-07T21:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:14:43.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Time</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting here trying to kill time online and nobody's online to chat with. Thus, I decided to check out "Saggy &amp; Co's Emo Page" and I saw Saggy's post of his shoes. Then I thought to myself if Saggy is going to show off his shoes, so am I; considering that I have some time to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first off in my new shoes collection are my very first limited edition pair of shoes. Which by the way are extra limited edition. Why is it so I'm not going to tell.They are Adidas July's 2007 Flavor of the World Gazelle Vintage. The flavor for July 2007 is lavender. Only just then did I realize that its retail price is RM479.90 (taken from this &lt;a href="http://www.streething.com/archives/676"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SY2RwM1oRrI/AAAAAAAAADU/7iT79rXyTgw/s1600-h/lavender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SY2RwM1oRrI/AAAAAAAAADU/7iT79rXyTgw/s320/lavender.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300052593750853298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted a pair of Adidas Superstars and last December I finally got it =D. I bought a pair of Adidas Superstar II Queens. This model is inspired by the Jam Master Jay and his home borough of Queens, this Superstar court shoe represents NYC just like Jay did. Jam Master Jay was more than a DJ. He did more than make beats for RUN-DMC. In truth, he was the very definition of true street style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SY2S17tBe6I/AAAAAAAAADc/rUSGOv3GU_Q/s1600-h/queens.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SY2S17tBe6I/AAAAAAAAADc/rUSGOv3GU_Q/s320/queens.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300053791742196642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with the Superstars, I got a pair of adiZero Pro; which I think I should use more often if you get what I mean. This shoes are awesome; its lighter than my slippers weighing only 8 ounces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SY2T_Rce_cI/AAAAAAAAADk/aHH4OxoqN5s/s1600-h/adizero+pro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SY2T_Rce_cI/AAAAAAAAADk/aHH4OxoqN5s/s320/adizero+pro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300055051708857794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd have to say that day I felt like a girl buying so many pairs of shoes. I got myself a pair of Adidas Predators hoping to "bend it like Beckham" the same time I got the pair of Superstar and adiZero. Crazy right? Three pairs of shoes at the same time. In my defense I would have to say it was an offer I could not resist and that technically I did not buy this pair of shoes; I called my sisters and told her the price and she was like, "buy le, I'll get it for you for your birthday" and then I was thinking to myself "YES!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SY2UmWMwrHI/AAAAAAAAADs/JACo7bqxqjA/s1600-h/predator.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SY2UmWMwrHI/AAAAAAAAADs/JACo7bqxqjA/s320/predator.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300055722999983218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, just this Chinese New Year I got another pair of sneakers. D*mn I love sneakers. I bought myself a pair of Adidas NRTN Evolution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SY2VmHtn4lI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fL0-fkyKags/s1600-h/nrtn+evo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SY2VmHtn4lI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fL0-fkyKags/s320/nrtn+evo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300056818622915154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who are reading this post must be thinking I'm some Adidas die hard fan or I'm writing and Advert for Adidas. Well, I don't think that I am. Next on my list of shoes to get are Nike Air Force Ones. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:&lt;br /&gt;Vote for me!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Saggy so free put the poll and then didn't invite people to vote.&lt;br /&gt;I bet the one person that has vote so far is Saggy voting for himself.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, this is proof that there is only one vote so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SY2WpVZt9EI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EDhHwdSuE_E/s1600-h/poll.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SY2WpVZt9EI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EDhHwdSuE_E/s320/poll.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300057973348758594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-1015699377791116067?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1015699377791116067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=1015699377791116067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/1015699377791116067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/1015699377791116067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/02/killing-time.html' title='Killing Time'/><author><name>Nick</name><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/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SY2RwM1oRrI/AAAAAAAAADU/7iT79rXyTgw/s72-c/lavender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-7697314031710317308</id><published>2009-02-06T13:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:42:38.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things i learned over CNY</title><content type='html'>1. Never give out rm100 bills to people, they wont appreciate it. Instead give it     &lt;br /&gt;   in domination of rm1 every now and then. They'll appreciate it more.  &lt;br /&gt;2. Taking on one competitor may seem like the easier choice, but do keep in mind that &lt;br /&gt;   you'll have to contend with karma as well. And karma can be a bitch.  &lt;br /&gt;3. I have a knack for the strangest things. Bought a pair of superstars clr....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/SYvauuPZ2rI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RiBOi9ihU8Q/s1600-h/adidas-superstar-clr-2008-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/SYvauuPZ2rI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RiBOi9ihU8Q/s320/adidas-superstar-clr-2008-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299569882752998066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mushrooms arent the only things that glow in the dark anymore..my shoes glow in the dark too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-7697314031710317308?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7697314031710317308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=7697314031710317308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7697314031710317308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7697314031710317308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-learned-over-cny.html' title='Things i learned over CNY'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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/_88cHWznEYSM/SYvauuPZ2rI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RiBOi9ihU8Q/s72-c/adidas-superstar-clr-2008-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-6772944376852035669</id><published>2009-01-24T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:22:41.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/SXrOxv1ig5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/serdY50JSDI/s1600-h/chinese-ox-small.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/SXrOxv1ig5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/serdY50JSDI/s320/chinese-ox-small.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294771665977377682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the year of the ox bring you health, wealth and chicks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-6772944376852035669?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6772944376852035669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=6772944376852035669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/6772944376852035669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/6772944376852035669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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/_88cHWznEYSM/SXrOxv1ig5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/serdY50JSDI/s72-c/chinese-ox-small.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-3352437997116942597</id><published>2009-01-20T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:17:39.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glow in the dark MUSHROOMS.....cool</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the blog, mushroom, it's not always so dark and gloomy here.. u just caught me at a wrong time...  Read my older post i was happy...once. i still haven't figured out what i want yet from u..i'll let u know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/SXWwPMaYRtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2TxqVxXtZtY/s1600-h/2383523360103830173S600x600Q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/SXWwPMaYRtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2TxqVxXtZtY/s320/2383523360103830173S600x600Q85.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293330712120280786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-3352437997116942597?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3352437997116942597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=3352437997116942597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3352437997116942597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3352437997116942597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/01/glow-in-dark-mushroomscool.html' title='Glow in the dark MUSHROOMS.....cool'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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/_88cHWznEYSM/SXWwPMaYRtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2TxqVxXtZtY/s72-c/2383523360103830173S600x600Q85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-2095800617426938640</id><published>2009-01-17T08:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:59:40.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year new blog name??</title><content type='html'>it just get from bad to worst doesnt it, from abunchofcrazyfriends to abunchofdesperatehornybutsensitiveguys to this.. first and foremost i did not up with this new title.. it was given by josh, which i personally find very insulting cause when it comes to emo-ness, how i can i put it, he's like the micheal jordan of emo-ness..so yeah i felt something when he called me up to ask me to check out the blog and deleted his account from this blog.. but then i realized that he may just be right not right RIGHT just a slight hint of right with a little seasoning of wrong by the side.. i wouldnt go to the extend of calling myself emo. But eversince christmas i have been feeling one kind, what kind of kind i dunno..but i can tell i'm not my usual self. i dun talk as much, i think, i dont joke as much and i want to lefted alone most of the time. i wake up every morning with nothing much to look forward to except to try to get throught the day as best as i can then get home. time past very slowly while the world around me seems to be flying by, it's like being stuck on the slow lane while other cars whizz past you and you cant do anything about it.. i feel so powerless with no control whatsoever, my future looks very bleak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-2095800617426938640?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2095800617426938640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=2095800617426938640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/2095800617426938640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/2095800617426938640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-blog-name.html' title='New year new blog name??'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-7903251985994343573</id><published>2009-01-12T23:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:03:30.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i decided to post it...instead of writing on the chat box</title><content type='html'>U cb-cbs sekalian dun wanna post anything, so i post la.. music is a reflection of ones' self. those are love songs.. not emo song. Ok, maybe one love song and emo song. Alicia's song is beautiful.. the other song is just plain emo.. damn emo actually.. so i'm feeling beautifully emoed. in Alicia's song, we all have something that we want to say to someone but we're too afraid to say it and when we mustered enough courage to say it we realized its too late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This my personal take, i think there;s nothing wrong in telling how u feel about her , but some ppl make it sound like if u just cursed 17 generations of their family and freak out.So what if u dun feel the same way.. it's alright, there's nothing wrong with that. i think that's why most ppl end not telling and most ppl end up not knowing.. which i think it's quite sad.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"feelings are like your mother's breast, u know where they are but it's better left untouched"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick has something he wants to tell someone(___________), andrew too (____________), roger too (____________)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-7903251985994343573?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7903251985994343573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=7903251985994343573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7903251985994343573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7903251985994343573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-decided-to-post-itinstead-of-writing.html' title='i decided to post it...instead of writing on the chat box'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-7967826037196575896</id><published>2009-01-08T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:50:11.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell you something - Alicia Keys</title><content type='html'>Get so caught up everyday&lt;br /&gt;Tryna keep it all together&lt;br /&gt;While the time it slips away&lt;br /&gt;You see I know nothing last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there was no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that I couldn't see your face&lt;br /&gt;There would be no limit to my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;So all I can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you something, give you something&lt;br /&gt;Show you in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;'cause it would all mean nothing if I don't say something before it all goes away&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna wait to bring you flowers, waste another hour let alone another day&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell you something, show you something, won't wait till it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2x] (I can't wait, I can't wait, I won't wait, I don't wanna wait)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple conversation&lt;br /&gt;Just a moment is all it takes&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there just to listen&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna be here)&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna hesitate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there was no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that I couldn't see your face&lt;br /&gt;There would be no limit to my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;'cause there's nothing that could fill that space&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna put it off for too long&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say all that I had to say&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take my time and right the wrong before we get to that place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you something, give you something&lt;br /&gt;Show you in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;'cause it would all mean nothing if I don't say something before it all goes away&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna wait to bring you flowers, waste another hour let alone another day&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell you something, show you something, won't wait till it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just lean on my shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;It's not over till it's over&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about it cause&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make sure our bond gets stronger&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wait till the storm and something wrong and now you're gone and I can't find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you something, give you something&lt;br /&gt;Show you in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;'cause it would all mean nothing if I don't say something before it all goes away&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna wait to bring you flowers, waste another hour let alone another day&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell you something, show you something, won't wait till it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you something, give you something&lt;br /&gt;Show you in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;'cause it would all mean nothing if I don't say something before it all goes away&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna wait to bring you flowers, waste another hour let alone another day&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell you something, show you something, won't wait till it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x4] I can't wait, I can't wait, I won't wait, I don't wanna wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-7967826037196575896?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7967826037196575896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=7967826037196575896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7967826037196575896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7967826037196575896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/01/tell-you-something-alicia-keys.html' title='Tell you something - Alicia Keys'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-8876337470073521757</id><published>2009-01-04T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:53:29.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why- Secondhand Serenade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The buttons on my phone are worn thin&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I knew the chaos I was getting in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've broken all my promises to you&lt;br /&gt;I've broken all my promises to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this so easily?&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to smile because&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A phrasing that's a single tear,&lt;br /&gt;Is harder than I ever feared&lt;br /&gt;And you were left feeling so alone.&lt;br /&gt;Because these days aren't easy&lt;br /&gt;Like they have been once before&lt;br /&gt;These days aren't easy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this so easily?&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to smile because&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;To me, to me, to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known this wasn't real&lt;br /&gt;And fought it off and fought to feel&lt;br /&gt;What matters most? Everything&lt;br /&gt;That you feel while listening to every word that I sing.&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will bring you home&lt;br /&gt;I will bring you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this so easily?&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to smile because&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this so easily?&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to smile because&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;To me, to me, to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-8876337470073521757?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8876337470073521757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=8876337470073521757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/8876337470073521757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/8876337470073521757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-secondhand-serenade.html' title='Why- Secondhand Serenade'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-6798920548928587267</id><published>2008-12-20T10:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:35:30.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscing</title><content type='html'>reading back my older posts.. i came to realize that i'm pretty good blogger. That shit i post is actually quite hilarious and worth the read.. hell i crack myself up reading my post. i feel i'm quite up there with kennysia.. haha. but sadly of late i realized that i totally lost my sense of humor. i think it's because i'm hanging out with too many emo ppl. it does take it's toll on u, and the once funny man i was aint so funny anymore.. the ability to bring out the laughter in someone it's actually quite rewarding.. but i lost it, i'm not funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. "tired going home to sleep" it;s alot "funner" than it sounds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-6798920548928587267?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6798920548928587267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=6798920548928587267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/6798920548928587267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/6798920548928587267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/12/reminiscing.html' title='reminiscing'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-8409155706829403236</id><published>2008-12-13T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:03:55.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearing the air...</title><content type='html'>What happend in luna bar was alcohol doing it's magic.. hahah. And for the record i didnt chase them away..i was really grateful that at least one of them took the time to entertain me, there was 6 or 7 of them and one little asian guy because the other asian guys checked their pair at the door... haha. I cant rmb her name, it was really long.. haha. As we were talking she asked how's beach club, i said it's pretty wild and that they should go cause they would be leaving for australia on mon. That the real reason they left.. haha. And the aussie accent of hers was pretty thick i couldnt understand what she was saying half the time...hell she might of invited me up to her room and i would have not understood what she said.. Maybe that's why they left, she felt hurt cause i rejected her advances...hhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what this shit with emo pictures and me? i'm not emo.. haha. Nick u have the wrong guy, i'm not going to mentions names but u and i know who were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to end this by saying we cant always have what we want, that's just life, but it doesnt mean we should stop trying for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-8409155706829403236?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8409155706829403236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=8409155706829403236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/8409155706829403236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/8409155706829403236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/12/clearing-air.html' title='Clearing the air...'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-832193574002731157</id><published>2008-12-11T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:38:32.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love...awwwwww...</title><content type='html'>I came across this picture which I think best describes most of us...haha...or maybe just saggy...=p...sorry saggy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=8641498&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=8641498&amp;width=1337" height="385" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/8641498/"&gt;in love and lonely&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://hoeg.deviantart.com/"&gt;Hoeg&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-832193574002731157?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/832193574002731157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=832193574002731157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/832193574002731157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/832193574002731157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/12/loveawwwwww.html' title='love...awwwwww...'/><author><name>Nick</name><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-32190787.post-6407444865347362451</id><published>2008-10-29T02:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:52:50.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>**special announcemnet</title><content type='html'>As the oldest member of this sad blog, i have been given the honor to kick BENG out of our blog... reason being he is no longer considered to be one us.. he did something which nick, josh and drew couldn't.. wth me included.. haha.. And found chick.. we wish him all the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE WOULD LIKE TO WELCOME OUR NEWEST MEMBER.. A BONAFIDE CLUBBER.. ROGER..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-6407444865347362451?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6407444865347362451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=6407444865347362451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/6407444865347362451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/6407444865347362451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/10/special-announcemnet.html' title='**special announcemnet'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-4615159580919530160</id><published>2008-10-29T02:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:46:27.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the official emo wallpaper</title><content type='html'>darn it, i seem to be too free. anyways i found the official emo wallpaper. don't ask me why. no, i'm not emoing but i guess just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SQdd4AF-QeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zYbT8Q03gDg/s1600-h/The_Offical_Emo_Wallpaper_by_Mr_Violation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SQdd4AF-QeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zYbT8Q03gDg/s320/The_Offical_Emo_Wallpaper_by_Mr_Violation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262277906284823010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*image obtained from www.deviantart.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-4615159580919530160?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4615159580919530160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=4615159580919530160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/4615159580919530160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/4615159580919530160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/10/official-emo-wallpaper.html' title='the official emo wallpaper'/><author><name>Nick</name><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/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SQdd4AF-QeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zYbT8Q03gDg/s72-c/The_Offical_Emo_Wallpaper_by_Mr_Violation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-7492495272982707447</id><published>2008-10-29T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:36:25.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfect wallpaper for saggy</title><content type='html'>as usual being lazy as f*ck i'm sitting in front of my com instead of studying for finals tomorrow. but anyways, here i am sitting finding desktop wallpapers and i found one just for saggy. well more like for us emo lonely ppl. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SQdbeQsbleI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xvxuFn_Q-sA/s1600-h/BoBD_feat__Shadow_Wallpaper_by_Blue_the_Echidna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SQdbeQsbleI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xvxuFn_Q-sA/s320/BoBD_feat__Shadow_Wallpaper_by_Blue_the_Echidna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262275265041241570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*image taken from www.deviantart.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-7492495272982707447?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7492495272982707447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=7492495272982707447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7492495272982707447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7492495272982707447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfect-wallpaper-for-saggy.html' title='the perfect wallpaper for saggy'/><author><name>Nick</name><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/_U-FJOGAGWwU/SQdbeQsbleI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xvxuFn_Q-sA/s72-c/BoBD_feat__Shadow_Wallpaper_by_Blue_the_Echidna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-5309096998071921406</id><published>2008-09-29T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:33:18.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saggy gets his title stripped</title><content type='html'>last night we went for the iem charity dinner...which had crappy food but we compensated it with drinks later on...anyways there wasn't anything interesting about dinner but while having drinks later on...hrm hrm hrm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to head over to luna bar after dinner...if only we had more chicks with us...sighs...haha...so yewah while were just chilling drinking suddenly i see saggy walking over to this table of ang mor chicks...i think he was trying to show that being the oldest of us all he needed to teach us how to pick up chicks...haha...i was thinking to myself "seriously?"...and there saggy went trying to impress the chicks with his american accent...he really had it going until they said they were going over to beach club...haha...i personally think saggy scared them away...haha...but anyways...saggy's title of chicken was stripped off...any takers for the next chicken? haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-5309096998071921406?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5309096998071921406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=5309096998071921406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5309096998071921406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5309096998071921406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/09/saggy-gets-his-title-stripped.html' title='saggy gets his title stripped'/><author><name>Nick</name><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-32190787.post-384783695118606517</id><published>2008-09-27T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T01:31:35.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emoness</title><content type='html'>after 3 days of being almost sleepless which somehow didn't feel too bad, reality hits in...wtf? *sorry for my language kids*...but seriously wtf? is it just me? the emoness just sinks in...yeah the emoness not the tiredness...there must be something wrong with me...with much need of sleep all of a sudden this wave of emoness hits me...and so here i am writing c*ck while i should be sleeping nicely on my bed..dreaming of some paradise with chicks all over unlike the God forsaken uniten...sighs dreams dreams...if only they came true...i think im mixing around tooo many emo ppl...when i was young i was never this emo...saggy im sure you get the hint...=p...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after much research and studies on how to solve this emoness problem, one question still remains, "are chicks getting extinct?"..or wait maybe its "brain drain" but in a different kind of sense where about 90% of the chicks aren't in malaysia anymore? they seem to be flying off here and there...ironically, numbers somehow show that there are supposedly more girls than guys in malaysia...how can this be? i think some *ss wanted to make malaysia sound like a better place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, back to where i am now...im sitting here all emo while chatting with saggy trying to solve this emoness problem but it ain't working...oh yeah i was telling saggy my theory about my botakness...ever since i went botak i seem to be single...haha...what do y'all think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing anybody willing to help me solve my emoness problem of being alone...haha...btw for those of y'all who didn't know this is for chicks to answer...although im studying in uniten but i ain't a saiful decendent...and now time to hit the haysack...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-384783695118606517?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/384783695118606517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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time, asked by many before me and going to be ask by many after me..&lt;br /&gt;like the others before me, i've  been very clueless, lost and without an answer for the longest time..&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL today... EPIPHANY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those sleepless night finally ends with someones' pm...&lt;br /&gt;as i was reading it i could have sworn i saw the clouds break away and a ray of light shinning through hitting my tear soaked face. After reading it i broke into a song and dance, and out of nowhere abunchofsingledesperatehornybutsensitive indian dudes appear from nowhere and started dancing and rolling about while i was playing  a game of peek-a-boo behind a tree with this indian chick..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you like her not because she is beautiful, she is beautiful because you like her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes sense to you? for some reason it did to me the first time i read it.. it even spoke to me, but then after reading it a  few more times.. i'm left asking myself WTF.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those before me, let say we have a discussion group, every Tuesday night say eight-ish? refreshments will be served..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-7408055916864993262?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7408055916864993262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=7408055916864993262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7408055916864993262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7408055916864993262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/09/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany?'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-2498481349200177799</id><published>2008-09-01T01:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:49:18.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mindless ramblings of an old dude</title><content type='html'>It been a good 7 months since i posted anything.. time surely flies doesn't it? Especially when ur doing cock.. i really dunno why i stop posting, i think I'm just freakin lazy..i have a lot things i would to write about mostly crap but still things i would like ppl to read about... things i would nvr tell them face to face.. i write between the lines so technically i'm not telling it to their face in writing also.. haha.. it just like if u have nothing good to say dun say it at all..but it not only bad things i wanna say. i think the best way to put it is unspeakable things...it's kinda like when u want to shit really badly and ur your stomach hurts so bad u feel like ur going into labour, the moment u pull down ur underwear/boxers/g-string and  the shit starts coming. At that exact moment, the feeling...i cant describe it, u have experience it to know the feeling but i would say second fiddle to an orgasm? haha. Blogging for me it just for the release.. no pun intended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a little update on what went on for the past 7 months.. NOTHING MUCH.. had one of the worst semester..i wanna farking scratch the grade into the mofo's car.. see how he feels. Some say i deserved it.. maybe i did but i feel u deserved it too cause u didnt do that better than me but somehow ur grades were better me... life's unfair, live with it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the long awaited 3 months holiday.. i generally dun like long holidays much, i cant be not doing anything u know sleep and eat.. but the with the 3 months i could at least work.. went back to telemarketing the one job i swore i would never take up again. but when u need money... the working environment was ok ,no stress no sales targets to hit, worked under a really great team leader and cant remember the last time i was early for work.. there female outnumbered the males, so it was a good change, felt good too.. got to meet of new people and friends. Being a telemarketer is no easy feat especially if ur working for astro.. these ppl think i freakin own astro that want me to change this and that..Put another satellite up they would tell me. You learn to control ur emotions better too, having a mother farking cb cuss at u and not being able to cuss back it like ARGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!! but after a while u get used it.. haha. But there are other weird moments like when this dude started asking for my name and age.. i was like fark this gay dude is hitting on me.. but then it turned out that he had a job to offer me a Rm20,000 per month job.. he wanted my number so he could "contact" me.. yeah i was right the gay dude was trying to hit on me.. i was like "erm, i have ur number here, I'll call u.." Then there was this aunty whom i talked to for almost an hour with, the poor thing she was just so lonely.. telling me how her sons and daughters were all away studying.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the hk trip, which was very much needed.. hk is great, very systematic and clean but surprisingly very few chicks or i was just looking at wrong places..i was on a psp deep red hunt in hk.. went to all the sonystyle in hong kong only to find it sold out in every shop.. anyways i find hk to be very hectic they're lifestyle where everyone lives in sardin cans, i  wouldnt live there.. but shen zhen that a different story, there the girls outnumber guys 6 to 1 according to my cute tour guide and shen zhen girls are not that bad looking, tall, fair and developed.. they speak Cantonese just like the honkies so u dun have to put up with annoying deep china mandarin accent. Something really funny happened before the trip, happened in the lcct, was lining up to enter customs... when this chick came up to me and said "Leng Chai, then in annoying deep china mandarin accent ask me to help her to carry her bag"  i was like damn she is hot, i checked her out earlier before and now having her stand in front of me and talking to me i was kinda stunned, it happened so fast, before i could say anything my dad was like "no, sorry cant help u carry that"..haha.. Hong kong trip was great. So basically that was what happened for the 3 months.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the holidays i told myself that i had to get these 4 things done.. only manage to get 3 of them done. The fourth one is elusive little bugger, the plan was to get at least a girl pal, not even a girlfriend..someone u can basically hang out without the emotion.. if the word fubu pops in ur head u couldnt be more wronger haha.. it like having a buddy but a female version to get a different perspective on things. Was talking to su lin the other day.. and she asked how was i ever going to get a chick if all i said was "haha" on msn.. haha. i dun talk much in real life, so that why i like girls who talks alot not bitch alot.. fine line, but i can hold a my end of the conversation and i'm a pretty good listener, girls dig that i heard.. haha. then she suggested that i hang out more with gayish people, then i asked what happened if the dude was for me instead, then she pointed out gayish not gay.. but i dunno that many gayish ppl.. maybe one or two from secondary but i havent been in contact with them SHIT.. there one from the telemarketing company but i think he is more gay than gayish.. haha.. But that got me thinking i dun have a girlfriend cause i'm too busy doing god knows what for one or i just dont want one for now.. still done have a exact answer.. my grandma is very eager to see me with one... She even ask my mom to introduce a 30 year old woman to me..haha. i'm letting her down.. everytime i visit her she would ask me the question. i wanted to lie to her during the recent visit.. but i couldn't, told her the truth and changed the topic asked her to tell me bout her past..haha. i would tell her how my uni is like this and like that.. but i think it just excuses cause if u really wanted something u like how navin puts it "make it happend"... like how he made it happen with sun.. i wanted to a couple of times make it happen but never could bring myself to. My friend right i'm just too careful, not to hurt. Well i guess i have get hurt sometime.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many "haha" already, shit i going to be old and alone.. Speaking about being old just turned 24, fark.. as u get older age isn't just a number anymore it's a benchmark.. and looking at my 24 years i haven't done nuts i can proudly shout on top roof tops.. But i would like to thank everyone who celebrated my birthday with me.. thanks for making it a great night for me. i would like to point out the 3 guys lost their virginity on my bd, their clubbing virginity that is namely justin and tiliban.. You wish u had lost ur virginity virginity right... haha. I had a great night.. a few pleasant surprises...  have to learn how to dance though.. hahah.. been able to hold my liquor much better now, last time all it it took was a bottle of beer and half a glass of baileys to get me start counting white spots.. so hopefully this post will justify the last 7 months of no post.. Enjoy su lin..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-2498481349200177799?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2498481349200177799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=2498481349200177799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/2498481349200177799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/2498481349200177799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/09/mindless-ramblings-of-old-dude.html' title='mindless ramblings of an old dude'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-7548343249445887373</id><published>2008-05-08T04:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:21:16.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCUU3j2F-r4/SCILAYx2xpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/C3ZSJHrw7PY/s1600-h/malebrain.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 454px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCUU3j2F-r4/SCILAYx2xpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/C3ZSJHrw7PY/s400/malebrain.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197729021218440850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-7548343249445887373?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7548343249445887373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=7548343249445887373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7548343249445887373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7548343249445887373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>euphon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962026513981657239</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/_XCUU3j2F-r4/SCILAYx2xpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/C3ZSJHrw7PY/s72-c/malebrain.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-6376675058827494810</id><published>2008-05-08T03:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T03:55:23.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cant sleep!!</title><content type='html'>i have been rolling around on my bed for like 3 hrs and i still couldn't sleep...wth....it is probably because of the strong coffee i drank a few hours ago. Nooo....why can't i sleep at the moment when i needed it the most..So here i am blogging..holy shyt i am goin to sleep in the cinema tomoro....okok that's beside the point....the main point is that me blogging here..still...means just  1 thing ...and i thing  only..i am still single &gt;.&lt;....anyways, i took a color quiz just a while ago...it suppose to show our personality..dunno whether it's true...wanna try it and check my results? go to  http://www.colorquiz.com/.......i think its quite true about myself...i dunno...i guess...i m starting to talk crap..may be its the coffee or maybe its the lack of sleep factor...i think i will just lay on the bed until it's actually the time for me to wake up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;euphon's Existing Situation&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;Unable to exert the efforts to achieve his objectives. Feels neglected, desiring greater security, warm affection, and fewer problems.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;euphon's Stress Sources&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;The tenacity and strength of will necessary to contend with existing difficulties has become weakened. Feels overtaxed, worn out, and getting nowhere, but continues to stand his ground. He feels this adverse situation as an actual tangible pressure which is intolerable to him and from which he wants to escape, but he feels unable to make the necessary decision.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;euphon's Restrained Characteristics&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;Feels cut off and unhappy because of the difficulty in achieving the essential degree of cooperation and harmony which he desires.&lt;p&gt;Clings to his belief that his hopes and ideas are realistic, but needs encouragement and reassurance. Applies very exacting standards to his choice of a partner and wants guarantees against loss or disappointment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feels that things stand in his way, that circumstances are forcing him to compromise and forgo some pleasures for the time being.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;euphon's Desired Objective&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;Needs to feel identified with someone or something and wishes to win support by his charm and amiability. Sentimental and yearns for a romantic tenderness.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;euphon's Actual Problem&lt;/h3&gt;The tensions induced by trying to cope with conditions which are really beyond his capabilities, or reserves of strength, have led to considerable anxiety and a sense of personal (but unadmitted) inadequacy. He attempts to escape into a substitute world in which things are more nearly as he desires them to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-6376675058827494810?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6376675058827494810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=6376675058827494810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/6376675058827494810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/6376675058827494810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/05/cant-sleep.html' title='cant sleep!!'/><author><name>euphon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962026513981657239</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-32190787.post-5234791800249058958</id><published>2008-03-17T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T19:11:19.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in boredom and out of sanity...</title><content type='html'>as usual i am bored...about the out of sanity part...well i spent an hour and a half solving one mechanics of materials question...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;an hour and a half!!! just for one question&lt;/span&gt;...stupid assignment...the debating about how it should be and the long hours spent doing it (okay maybe not long hours...but it was long considering it was only one question) made me lose my sanity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways...due to "mr/mrs help" over in the chatterbox...i wondered how he/she fond our blog...and i google-ed uniten...and guess what...our blog is on the 7th page of the search results (if you don't believe me go google for yourself to see)...hehehe...i'd say we're doing quite well...hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing i found while google-ing uniten was this &lt;a href="http://limlaopeh.blogspot.com/2007/07/uniten-is-lovers-paradise-upload.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;UNITEN is lovers paradise???? maybe "mr. lim lao peh" forgot to add "for gays" to finish that sentence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts on that post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. romantic d'tasik?? night view of the lake?? --&gt; all you'll get is to see the big mosque next to the lake...i don't think that sight is a very romantic one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. water along coe to admin --&gt; most of the time the water literally looks like crap...the only time it is clean is within a time period of one week after they've cleaned it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i didn't know bn aquarium got starfish...lol..."mr. lim lao peh" sure is pretty free to notice that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. bm gents toilet has flowers??? i never knew that either...hrmz...tomorrow must got check...go "pau" and give some chick...oh wait...more like give some other guy...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. coe food --&gt; sucky food...prices getting higher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe i'm exaggerating...somebody correct me please...&lt;br /&gt;must ask mr. han han if uniten is a good place to pak toh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: to mr/mrs help...uniten might not be as bad as it seems...it might be better, but at the same time it might be worse...=p...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-5234791800249058958?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5234791800249058958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=5234791800249058958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5234791800249058958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5234791800249058958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-boredom-and-out-of-sanity.html' title='in boredom and out of sanity...'/><author><name>Nick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-7872414251738894862</id><published>2008-03-10T18:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:24:07.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Political Jokes =) enjoy~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(1) Barisan has announced that its new national symbol is the Condom, because it accurately reflects the government stance. A condom allows for inflation, halts production, destroys the next generation, protects a bunch of pricks and gives us a sense of security while we're actually being screwed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Pak Lah and Samy Vellu were in a helicopter looking down Kuala Lumpur. Pak Lah said, "Samy, if I throw two RM100 notes down, two people will be happy."Not wanting to be outdone, Samy said,"If I throw 200 RM1 notes, 200 people will behappy."The pilot heard the conversation and said, "If I throw the two of you down, 27 million Malaysians will be happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Three guys were arguing as to what race Adam and Eve were. The Malay guy said they must be Malay as they are so good looking. The Chinese guy said that they must be Chinese as they are so calm even with a snake. The Indian guy said that they must be Malaysian-Indian as they have no shelter, noclothes, no money, share one apple, advised by a snake who told them that they are living in paradise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Pak Lah, Najib, Shahrizat and Anwar were sitting in a KTM train heading up to Penang for campaigning. Near Ipoh, the train goes through atunnel and it gets completely dark. Suddenly there is a kissing sound and then a slap! The train comes out of the tunnel. Shahrizat and Pak Lah are sitting there looking perplexed. Najib is bent over holding his face, which is red from an apparent slap. All of them remain diplomatic and nobody says anything. Pak Lah is thinking: "These guys areall crazy after Shahrizat. Najib must have tried to kiss her in the tunnel. Very proper that she slapped him."Shahrizat is thinking: "Najib must have moved to kiss me, but kissed Pak Lah instead and got slapped. "Najib is thinking: "Damn it, Pak Lah must have tried to kiss Shahrizat, she thought it was me and slapped me instead. "Anwar is thinking: "If this train goes through another tunnel, I could make another kissing sound and slap Najib again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Barisan wins the election. To celebrate, they decide to send more angkasawan to space. Najib calls together a group of Umnoputracosmonauts. Saudara saudara sekalian, we successfully sent our man Muzaffar to space using tax payers' money the last time. Since we have more than enough tax payers' money, the Cabinet has decided that you will all now fly to the sun. But Datuk, we will be burnt to crisp. Jangan takut, the Barisan government has thought of everything ... you will fly at night!&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/32190787-7872414251738894862?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7872414251738894862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=7872414251738894862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7872414251738894862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7872414251738894862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-political-jokes-enjoy.html' title='Some Political Jokes =) enjoy~'/><author><name>ºah benG®º'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078190282280971310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCUtaJwBv0s/R12Gc6zEDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dyAzdTpCNq0/S220/cute2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-7335718318490223407</id><published>2008-02-19T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T01:10:40.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a bid farewell V2.0</title><content type='html'>nick ur attempt to move sue lin with ur "touching" post was a bit of erm.. of a  failure..didnt managed to touched any part of her at all expect maybe her fury...   hahaha..was talking to her just now and she was still complaining about it.. haha. So i take my chances and write one. Sue lin when i heard that you were leaving for aussie, i was REALLY sad. Cause i was just starting to get to know you, eventhough we met bout a year ago, we never kept in contact until very recently. i was really hoping to meet u again in person but the never really had the chance.. maybe it was just fate.. sue lin really brighten up my nights.. online.. i mentioned this before.. haha. she's just different from other girls in a good way. she's very easy to talk to hence ms.talkative and not to mention pleasing on the eyes.. so basically  all SUE LIN want US to say is SUE LIN WE LOVE U DONT LEAVE USSSSSSSSSSS and WE'RE BETTER THAN AUSSIE GUAI LOU! HAHA..And all i want to say is the day u left for aussie a part of me left too.. which part i'm not sure.. but there was a part.. haha... I owe u a hug will give it to u when u come back..haha.. FROM ALL OF US IN ABUNCHOFSINGLEDESPERATEHORNYBUTSENSENSITIVEGUYS COME BACK TO US SOON!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-7335718318490223407?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7335718318490223407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=7335718318490223407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7335718318490223407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7335718318490223407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/02/bid-farewell-v20.html' title='a bid farewell V2.0'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-8104372834264018368</id><published>2008-02-12T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T04:18:02.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a bid farewell...</title><content type='html'>here i am sadly sitting alone, back after a few racks of pool with my ex-schoolmates; which was pretty hilarious. however, now i find myself sitting here alone and i was just thinking, well after all the late nights chatting with slin, i guess it's only fair if we bid a farewell to her. to those of us single, desperate, horny but sensitive guys who have been chatting with her, even in the shout box (which i think you guys were so darn free to do so) i think she would have brought laughter, if not even a slight smile on our face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is our grand farewell to you, slin. well till you're back in beautiful malaysia (well maybe i'm exaggerating bout the beautiful part) but anyways till then. all the best in aussie, work hard &amp; play hard, take care, and remember to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; forget us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-8104372834264018368?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8104372834264018368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=8104372834264018368' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/8104372834264018368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/8104372834264018368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/02/bid-farewell.html' title='a bid farewell...'/><author><name>Nick</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-7780433049473990565</id><published>2008-02-10T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:21:17.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS NOT CHAPTER 2 NOR EVEN 1.5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCUU3j2F-r4/R63qbNEymyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vLClpkfkYkE/s1600-h/hmm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCUU3j2F-r4/R63qbNEymyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vLClpkfkYkE/s320/hmm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165042100750949154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is something i do when i have free time...or when all of my friends were downstairs drinking and i am the only one not..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-7780433049473990565?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7780433049473990565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=7780433049473990565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7780433049473990565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7780433049473990565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-not-chapter-2-nor-even-15.html' title='THIS IS NOT CHAPTER 2 NOR EVEN 1.5'/><author><name>euphon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962026513981657239</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/_XCUU3j2F-r4/R63qbNEymyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vLClpkfkYkE/s72-c/hmm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-7819447666454342597</id><published>2008-02-06T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T03:46:37.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UNTITLED'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHAPTER 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Justin has just woke up abruptly from a beautiful dream. He sat on his single bed, trying to recall what that beautiful dream was. In his subconscious world, he has a sports car, a big and spacious house, a pet dog named Tinkerbell, and most important of all a beautiful  girl friend with a figure to die for whom he share his king sized bed with. But then a loud banging sound and the sound of the fire cracker woke him up rudely from his slumber, pulling him back to the reality. the REALITY : assigments, projects, tutorials, no girl friends, and...and....and uniten..Ahhhhh he screamed in his head, apparently caused by the burden of all stated above. The worst thing of all it was the first day of chinese new year. I am going to lose the bet, he thought to himself...Shyt...shyt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Where and how am i going to find a girl friend to show D**h*n and R*g*r BEFORE chinese new year (CNY), he pondered further, going deeper into his thoughts. Apparently Justin was foolish enough to bet with 2 evil person that he is capable to somehow search for a girlfriend before the CNY, which is mission imposible &gt;.&lt;  .  He is no Tom Cruise and doesnt have a japanese daughter named, Suri.....Looks like i am have no other choice but to "belanja" Dim Sum buffet, which of course was a much better option considering that intially the bet was for a dinner in TGIF..phew......close call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Actually, Justin was smart enough to device a great plan i.e. to ask a girl to pretend to be his girlfriend. That plan, he thought was good enough to fool the evil duo but they, not short of ideas, counter back by saying they will need to perform a few tests to prove the relationship is real. Justin, being such a nice person, couldn't stand a girl being humiliated like that and therefore aborted the plan. All this problems urged him to open his pc and write all about it to post it in his&lt;br /&gt;friend's blog, hoping  that  by doing this, it can help to calm him down. He posted chapter 1 and crossed his fingers and hope that he do not have to write chapter 2. No offence, but who would want to write in this blog forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: this story is purely fictional and justin does actually have a girlfriend.....yeah rite....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-7819447666454342597?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7819447666454342597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=7819447666454342597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7819447666454342597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7819447666454342597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/02/chapter-1.html' title=''/><author><name>euphon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962026513981657239</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-32190787.post-3290965360117967916</id><published>2008-01-12T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T03:33:17.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to seduce women</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgsHV9FEJdU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgsHV9FEJdU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new year but still the same old problem.... still very much abunchofsingledesperatehornybutsensitiveguys just realized how freakin long that was... so i hope you guys can pick up a thing or two from this video and get some chicks... as for me it's alright.. i'm fine the way i are... haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-3290965360117967916?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3290965360117967916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=3290965360117967916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3290965360117967916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3290965360117967916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-to-seduce-women.html' title='how to seduce women'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-1699429681269577783</id><published>2007-12-28T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T11:54:43.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride of uniten?</title><content type='html'>as drew and i were sitting lifelessly in the computer lab, guess what i found?&lt;br /&gt;something to be proud of uniten...FINALLY...&lt;br /&gt;Universiti Tenaga Nasional is ranked number 2802 in the world...&lt;br /&gt;and we're ranked higher than Monash University Malaysia and University of Nottingham in Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you people will be like no way...i want the proof...well check the &lt;a href="http://www.webometrics.info/rank_by_country.asp?country=my"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; out yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ps slin...now there's a solid reason for you to switch to uniten...=p...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-1699429681269577783?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1699429681269577783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=1699429681269577783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/1699429681269577783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/1699429681269577783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/12/pride-of-uniten.html' title='Pride of uniten?'/><author><name>Nick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-4040335693440247949</id><published>2007-12-11T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:21:17.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL? Definition of sex to children</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142652195107507938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCUtaJwBv0s/R15e7KzEDuI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZpDLmzYbT8Y/s320/child-porn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;tis is wat i got from forwarded email recently... juz wana share the laughter here... interesting huh? xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-4040335693440247949?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4040335693440247949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=4040335693440247949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/4040335693440247949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/4040335693440247949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/12/lol-defn-of-sex-to-children.html' title='LOL? Definition of sex to children'/><author><name>ºah benG®º'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078190282280971310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCUtaJwBv0s/R12Gc6zEDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dyAzdTpCNq0/S220/cute2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCUtaJwBv0s/R15e7KzEDuI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZpDLmzYbT8Y/s72-c/child-porn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-5047189918595920245</id><published>2007-12-11T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T00:48:58.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single, Desperate, Horny But Sensitive? hmmm...</title><content type='html'>Hi guys... thanks to "nth better to do" for the invitation for me to be a contributor here... so long neva involve myself in blogging ady... it's been more than half a year ady i neva update my blog(frenster blog) ... but dun worry, i'll try my best to contribute here :D...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically we noe the root of all our problems.. only one word, "UNITEN" haha... sometimes i wonder y la i enrolled to this desert? is tis a fate that all of us can noe n get along with each other in a gang? hmmm... no one noes... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time i used remember wat my sis told me "dun worry la beng, after enter uni sure can get gf one la, got alot for u to choose leh" =.= that phrase really gave me extremely high hopes to find someone suitable when i go to uni...&lt;br /&gt;due to that, i was dreaming of meeting alot and alot of pretty gals here...unfortunately things didnt happen as how i wanted them to be... when i first stepped my foot in uniten during the registration... "y so many 'batangs' leh? where had all the gals gone?!" wat i saw that time was just one or two girls there... sighz... wat to do? we at UNITEN ma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my advice to those(especially) guys who just finished their spm n stpm now is to check out the population of students(gals) that are in their uni so that they wont suffer like wat we experienced here in UNITEN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventhough UNITEN is such a dry place... some guys stil manage to find some gals here to be with...how lucky ar they rite? some choose to go outside for hunting gals while some choose to find someone suitable from uniten n also thru IMs.. so hard wana find one.. i wonder y... hope tis coming x'mas santa wil give me a hot n sexy gf for tis coming x'mas... thanks in advance to santa! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, seems like got someone went on a date justnow n if he succeed according to the plan, think most likely he'll be leaving "abunchofsingledesperatehornybutsensitive" anyway hope to hear goodnews from our fren andrew.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that'a all for my 1st post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-beng-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-5047189918595920245?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5047189918595920245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=5047189918595920245' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5047189918595920245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5047189918595920245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/12/single-desperate-horny-but-sensitive_11.html' title='Single, Desperate, Horny But Sensitive? hmmm...'/><author><name>ºah benG®º'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13078190282280971310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCUtaJwBv0s/R12Gc6zEDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dyAzdTpCNq0/S220/cute2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-7331646804226941532</id><published>2007-12-10T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:26:08.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lookie what i found, thought i losted it... the memories</title><content type='html'>watch as drew attempts a deaths defying jump......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVK6fU0K9Ck"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVK6fU0K9Ck" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad to announce that we might be losing a member of our very exclusive club today ... if everthing goes according to plan, even took my advice to no black tie (can t go wrong there, right?), he might not be single anymore.... just depesrate and horny but sensitive.. hahaha.. BEST OF LUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-7331646804226941532?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7331646804226941532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=7331646804226941532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7331646804226941532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7331646804226941532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/12/lookiw-what-i-found-thiought-i-losted.html' title='lookie what i found, thought i losted it... the memories'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-3400062631290718947</id><published>2007-12-10T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:21:18.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toys</title><content type='html'>All of us went out and pleased ourselves by getting new toys. Our single, desperate, horny buy sensitive attitudes need to be satisfied every now and then by material stuff due to us being single. Well here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ntg better to do's toy:&lt;br /&gt;Brand new set of tweeters for his car. Only one word for him, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"AUDIOPHILE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R17BCWLVymI/AAAAAAAAAAo/AcfiQPtnaOw/s1600-h/11122007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R17BCWLVymI/AAAAAAAAAAo/AcfiQPtnaOw/s320/11122007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142760070560729698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R17AzGLVylI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0DNIM9nfM-w/s1600-h/11122007(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R17AzGLVylI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0DNIM9nfM-w/s320/11122007(004).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142759808567724626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The specification of the tweeters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R17E3mLVypI/AAAAAAAAABA/hmE1QP44K78/s1600-h/tec_dt16.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R17E3mLVypI/AAAAAAAAABA/hmE1QP44K78/s320/tec_dt16.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142764283923647122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-J-'s toy:&lt;br /&gt;A brand new CPU. How i wish i had a brand new CPU. It's running the Intel Core 2 Duo E4400 2.2GHz but overclocked by AnTaRu to 2.66GHz if I'm not mistaken with the Gigabyte P35 DS3 motherboard, 2x1Gb DDR2 667 MHz Corsair Value Ram (too bad no budget for Crucial Ballistix Tracer), Western Digital 320Gb HDD, Sapphire ATI 3850 graphics card; all thrown into the Cooler Master Centurion 5 Casing with a 390Watt power supply. Oh yeah, not forgetting his LG DVD-RW. I want his mother board and processor; anybody want to get me Christmas presents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R17C52LVyoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_32MtoQDhOs/s1600-h/DSC01370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R17C52LVyoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_32MtoQDhOs/s320/DSC01370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142762123555097218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speakers, mouse and monitor he stole from AnTaRu due to no budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ºah benG®º's toy:&lt;br /&gt;A brand new Lexmark X1270, a 3 in 1 printer bought from PIKOM PC FAIR Dec 2007. If you find yourselves bored go to http://forum.lowyat.net and check out the photo gallery for the PIKOM PC FAIR Dec 2007. Trust me it's worth it. Well it's worth it for guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R17CtWLVynI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9T4qT9cxZzk/s1600-h/IMAGE_00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R17CtWLVynI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9T4qT9cxZzk/s320/IMAGE_00006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142761908806732402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toy; well toys actually:&lt;br /&gt;Bought myself a 2nd hand Dopod 818 pro (too bad i don't have the money to get a HTC Touch, it's awesome). It runs The TI OMAP850 processor at 195 Mhz, 64MB RAM, 128MB ROM, with a 2Mpixel camera, wifi (802.11b/g), the only bad thing is that in runs Windows Mobile 5.0.&lt;br /&gt;A Jabra Bluetooth hands free. It looks damn awesome on me =p. Can go around posing with it. Was at 1 Utama just now wearing it the whole time. People seem to actually  "layan" me when i go into the expensive shops. It's amazing how people treat you when they think you are rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R17FgWLVyqI/AAAAAAAAABI/czs2apawPCw/s1600-h/12-12-07_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R17FgWLVyqI/AAAAAAAAABI/czs2apawPCw/s320/12-12-07_0028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142764984003316386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lousy picture quality due to the camera of my OLD Motoroala E398. It just has a VGA camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of my toys, shared with my sis to buy a new Aztech Wireless Router for my house. I can go online anywhere in my house. I was a like fool walking from one room to another with my new Dopod checking the wifi strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R17GNmLVyrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3EXdbWG4VaU/s1600-h/IMAGE_00005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R17GNmLVyrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3EXdbWG4VaU/s320/IMAGE_00005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142765761392396978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved the best for last,&lt;br /&gt;AnTaru's toy, a chick.&lt;br /&gt;No, no, not this kind of chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R17HDWLVysI/AAAAAAAAABY/gBtveMTbyFQ/s1600-h/chick1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R17HDWLVysI/AAAAAAAAABY/gBtveMTbyFQ/s320/chick1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142766684810365634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R17HKmLVytI/AAAAAAAAABg/7rPI5cU7IcU/s1600-h/girl-cartoon-08-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R17HKmLVytI/AAAAAAAAABg/7rPI5cU7IcU/s320/girl-cartoon-08-web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142766809364417234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky guy. But we're all happy for him. If only we were all as lucky as him.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Drew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-3400062631290718947?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3400062631290718947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=3400062631290718947' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3400062631290718947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3400062631290718947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-toys.html' title='New Toys'/><author><name>Nick</name><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/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R17BCWLVymI/AAAAAAAAAAo/AcfiQPtnaOw/s72-c/11122007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-7643026581898000212</id><published>2007-12-07T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:21:18.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a milestone</title><content type='html'>100 posts. and it has only been what? a year? haha. it is a REALLY big achievement for us i guess. hehe. try as i might, i can never come up with the nonsense that saggy writes. but it sure as hell is entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this very moment, i am speaking to the one person that i never thought i would speak to again in my lifetime. dont know what got into me. i never thought i'd say this,  but it feels kinda liberating. its like facing your worse fears and realising it wasnt so scary to begin with. cant say that i am over what happened, but hey, its the first step, albeit a small one, in the right direction no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i am growing up. i dont think i, to quote saggy, do a "josh" quite so often anymore. and i try to keep my anger in check most of the time. after that little outburst with skinny dude in the car, i realised that if this kept going on, i would end up losing most of my friends. haha. and god knows what i will do when i'm all alone. haha. once again skinny dude, i'm SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in response to the new direction that saggy has given the blog, which i incidentally agreed to, i dont think calling ourselves a bunch of single desperate horny but sensitive guys will do us any good. it sure as heck is funny though. haha. but if we are really gonna stick to it, then we will need something that represents us well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqEGXcoj8KU/R1lv3h3B3QI/AAAAAAAAAIA/eoyP0GfBmPg/s1600-h/perfect-male.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqEGXcoj8KU/R1lv3h3B3QI/AAAAAAAAAIA/eoyP0GfBmPg/s320/perfect-male.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141263449392798978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waddya think? appropriate? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: saggy, i dont think you should have told people about no black tie. now the chicks will know what we are up to when we mention the place. how la? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next post,&lt;br /&gt;josh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-7643026581898000212?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7643026581898000212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=7643026581898000212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7643026581898000212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7643026581898000212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/12/milestone.html' title='a milestone'/><author><name>-J-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17282535312872834562</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/_SqEGXcoj8KU/R1lv3h3B3QI/AAAAAAAAAIA/eoyP0GfBmPg/s72-c/perfect-male.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-5025572520521781352</id><published>2007-12-07T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T19:38:23.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies night...</title><content type='html'>It Thursday night, ladies night for some of the hottest clubs in K.L. So you would think that 3 of the 4 single, desperate, horny but sensitive guys would be heading straight to one of these clubs…. U think dead wrong. Instead josh insisted that we go to a jazz club. I was like “WTF, ur going for middle age women is it?” Nick’s sis suggested that we go to this place called No Black Tie. But the place was hard to find so we went to this other place only to find out that they decided to change their theme, there was not only no live performance but the so called jazzaraunt was playing techno…. Plus it was empty. So we decided to hit heritage road. As we we’re circling around we found the road leading to No Black Tie, one road lead to another and there we were. There was a Rm 30 cover charge which includes a free drink. Nick had red wine, Josh had white wine and I had the best bang for bucks ……..a cup of sprite. Inside No Black Tie, the décor was simple yet very elegant. It had this really romantic setting to it, candle lit tables…coupled with really really good live music would melt any girl’s heart. So I strongly recommend that u guys to bring ur future girlfriends there.. It was a really good experience. The band that played that night consists of this guy who plays or played for STEVIE WONDER, Mambai was playing also. The music was simply amazing, have to experience it for yourself. Plus we had an excellent host who entertained us with many stories about himself a tad too much about himself maybe… and among other things plus he even help us buy playing cards and cigarettes. Very good service.. In the end it was worth every penny… It would easily would have been the most romantic night to date if wasn’t for that fact I was there with these 2 other dudes. Haiz.. haha. I would definitely go back there again but this time not with guys I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-5025572520521781352?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5025572520521781352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=5025572520521781352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5025572520521781352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5025572520521781352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/12/ladies-night.html' title='Ladies night...'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-374992980184750895</id><published>2007-12-07T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T19:30:42.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new direction</title><content type='html'>We decided to head into a different direction with our blog… let face it our old blog wasn’t heading anywhere. We gave it our best shot but in the end it was only worth a mere thousand something bucks. So this is what we came up with. Hopefully it’ll be better this time. But to the old bloggers, you are still very much welcome to post whatever you want it is still our blog but with a slightly different title. So as the title suggests we are four single, desperate, horny but sensitive guys. A million questions might be popping in your head as to why we would call ourselves that. This can be easily answered with the 5 w’s and 1 h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why we ended up like this? Ans. Uniten&lt;br /&gt;2. What made us like this? Ans. Uniten&lt;br /&gt;3. When we became like this? Ans. Since we enrolled in Uniten&lt;br /&gt;4. Where? Ans. Uniten&lt;br /&gt;5. Who? Ans. It not who’s there but rather who’s not there…. Chicks( except for those three of  course… hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;6. How we ended up like this? Ans. Uniten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it only fitting that I should write about the type of girls that we are looking for… you never know some chick might be reading this and say “Hey, I fit the bill and I shall leave my contacts on blog so he’ll call me and we can hook up”. You never know…. So here’s our M.O.  I ’m going to start with me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian: likes cute girls, dun have to be innocent but pls no ah lian&lt;br /&gt;Nick: likes cute and innocent plus sweet looking girls&lt;br /&gt;Drew: likes half ball.. in fact he has a  motto forget the …………..&lt;br /&gt;Josh: likes girls that can speak and write perfect english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see we kinda like different types of girls but we all agree that it’s the personality it where it matters the most. &lt;br /&gt;And I can stress this important point enough.. if u think fit the bill please leave a message or something. Our ppl will call ur ppl..PROMISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I would like to welcome our newest blogger NICK. Hope that that won’t be the first and last post from u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-374992980184750895?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/374992980184750895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=374992980184750895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/374992980184750895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/374992980184750895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-direction.html' title='A new direction'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-6518707259720127200</id><published>2007-12-07T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:21:18.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single, Desperate, Horny but sensitive...</title><content type='html'>new blog title...&lt;br /&gt;and new contributer too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R1kxw2LVykI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1z1tgFP1XP8/s1600-h/image00002uc7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R1kxw2LVykI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1z1tgFP1XP8/s400/image00002uc7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141195164866693698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this is what &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Single, Desperate, Horny but sensitive"&lt;/span&gt; people look like...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-6518707259720127200?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6518707259720127200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=6518707259720127200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/6518707259720127200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/6518707259720127200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/12/single-desperate-horny-but-sensitive.html' title='Single, Desperate, Horny but sensitive...'/><author><name>Nick</name><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/_U-FJOGAGWwU/R1kxw2LVykI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1z1tgFP1XP8/s72-c/image00002uc7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-8818695561274557165</id><published>2007-11-25T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T04:13:37.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fook mi, fook yu</title><content type='html'>j.p morgan has a point there... haha. but dun think the fat balding old dude in the ferrari with the hot chick beside him will quite agree though...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality is one thing that will not depreciate, too bad it's not  something we can see at first glance. our loss.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendship is only overated cause they arent truely ur friends. meaning of friendship, using ppl with consent, but then again if u were really friends u wouldnt mind.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh ur reply is really deep man, ur talking if u.... argh nvrmind haha.. jk. but i think that i know what u were thinking that i was thinking bout the same thing about what u were thinking and i think that we're pretty much on the same wavelength.... applies for everything i guess. gt a pair of tweeters today, they sound sooo ok sounding.. best part made in italy.. european experience here i come.. see can nvr really be satisfied.. hahaha watched euro trip MIKE... i'm coming to germany.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-8818695561274557165?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8818695561274557165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=8818695561274557165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/8818695561274557165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/8818695561274557165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/11/fook-mi-fook-yu.html' title='fook mi, fook yu'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-2708573081349056788</id><published>2007-11-20T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T01:57:14.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty young thing</title><content type='html'>my dad emailed this to me. found it hilarious so i thought i'd share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Young and pretty lady wishes to marry a rich guy. Fantastic reply&lt;br /&gt;from a financial person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum:&lt;br /&gt;Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here. I'm 25 this year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with&lt;br /&gt;$500k annual salary or above. You might say that I'm greedy, but an annual&lt;br /&gt;salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York . My&lt;br /&gt;requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income&lt;br /&gt;of $500k annual salary? Are you all married? I wanted to ask: what should&lt;br /&gt;I do to marry rich persons like you? Among those I've dated, the richest&lt;br /&gt;is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit. If&lt;br /&gt;someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of&lt;br /&gt;New York City Garden ( ? ) , $250k annual income is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here humbly to ask a few questions:&lt;br /&gt;            1)        Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please&lt;br /&gt;            list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)&lt;br /&gt;            2)        Which age group should I target?&lt;br /&gt;            3)        Why most wives of the riches is only&lt;br /&gt;            average-looking? I've met a few girls who doesn't have&lt;br /&gt;            looks and are not interesting, but they are able to marry&lt;br /&gt;            rich guys&lt;br /&gt;            4)        How do you decide who can be your wife, and who&lt;br /&gt;            can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get&lt;br /&gt;            married)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Ms. Pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Here's a reply from a Wall Street Financial guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Dear Ms. Pretty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots&lt;br /&gt;       of girls out there who have similar questions like yours. Please&lt;br /&gt;       allow me to analyze your situation as a professional investor.&lt;br /&gt;       My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your&lt;br /&gt;       requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I'm not wasting&lt;br /&gt;       time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision&lt;br /&gt;       to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain. Put&lt;br /&gt;       the details aside, what you're trying to do is an exchange of&lt;br /&gt;       "beauty" and "money": Person A provides beauty, and Person B&lt;br /&gt;       pays for it, fair and square. However, there's a deadly problem&lt;br /&gt;       here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone&lt;br /&gt;       without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase&lt;br /&gt;       from year to year, but you can't be prettier year after year.&lt;br /&gt;       Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation&lt;br /&gt;       asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It's not just normal&lt;br /&gt;       depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only&lt;br /&gt;       asset, your value will be much worried 10 years later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a&lt;br /&gt;       position, dating with you is also a "trading position". If the&lt;br /&gt;       trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to&lt;br /&gt;       keep it for long term â€" same goes with the marriage that you&lt;br /&gt;       wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a&lt;br /&gt;       wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be&lt;br /&gt;       sold or "leased". Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a&lt;br /&gt;       fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you. I would&lt;br /&gt;       advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich&lt;br /&gt;       guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich&lt;br /&gt;       person with $500k annual income. This has better chance than&lt;br /&gt;       finding a rich fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Hope this reply helps. If you are interested in "leasing"&lt;br /&gt;       services, do contact me&lt;br /&gt;       signed, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J.P._Morgan"&gt;J.P. Morgan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. so all those girls out there who are hoping to find a rich guy to settle down with, better hope he hasn't read this before. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in response to saggy,&lt;br /&gt;no,  u're not the only one. people in general are STUPID with UNSATIABLE DESIRES. and in the pursuit of those desires, they lose what they hold dear to them. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best thing to do? just take whatever losses in your stride. dont regret. because at one point in time, that was what you wanted. hehe. not sure who or where i got that from. but it sounded right in this context. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final thoughts: on a whole different note,  i think friendship is overrated.&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/32190787-2708573081349056788?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2708573081349056788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=2708573081349056788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/2708573081349056788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/2708573081349056788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/11/pretty-young-thing.html' title='pretty young thing'/><author><name>-J-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17282535312872834562</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-32190787.post-3971805000978937171</id><published>2007-11-16T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:21:19.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored and broke...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i came across a link today which claims to tell you how much your blog is worth and i thought, hmmm, lets see how much OUR blog is worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it would be interesting to see how it stood against some of the other blogs that are on the world wide web.  to be specific, i decided to see how it ranked against &lt;a href="http://www.dawnyang.com"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;  blog. a blog with nothing but a pretty face taking her own picture at every opportunity she has and posting them up for the world to see. a blog which doesnt have a witty writer who racks his brain coming up with humourous posts for the masses of UNITEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess how our blog fared against hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); padding: 0pt 0pt 10px; background-color: white; width: 115px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.business-opportunities.biz/blogworth/gw.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;Our &lt;a href="http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; is worth &lt;b&gt;$0.00&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&gt;How much is your blog worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/" style="border: 0px none ;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://technorati.com/pix/tech-logo-embed.gif" style="border: 0px none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am outraged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have saggy wracking his brains to come up with ideas to humour the lot of us and all his efforts are worth nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while hers is worth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.dawnyang.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); padding: 0pt 0pt 10px; background-color: white; width: 115px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.business-opportunities.biz/blogworth/gw.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;Dawn Yang's &lt;a href="http://www.dawnyang.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; is worth &lt;b&gt;$597,847.86&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&gt;How much is your blog worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/" style="border: 0px none ;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://technorati.com/pix/tech-logo-embed.gif" style="border: 0px none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a WHOPPING &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;$597,847.86!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;who would've thought. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the sad truth, the world we live in IS undoubtedly a very SUPERFICIAL world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are we gonna get our blog to be worth something?&lt;br /&gt;well, our witty writer could do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqEGXcoj8KU/Rz2U-o-eybI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ncEpzCQpEN4/s1600-h/jx.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqEGXcoj8KU/Rz2U-o-eybI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ncEpzCQpEN4/s320/jx.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133422954144516530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;waddya think? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that doesnt work, we still always have the 3 breathtaking beauties of uniten. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps: this is a very lame attempt at being funny, i was bored and had nothing to do. no offense to anyone :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-3971805000978937171?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3971805000978937171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=3971805000978937171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3971805000978937171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3971805000978937171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/11/bored-and-broke.html' title='bored and broke...'/><author><name>-J-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17282535312872834562</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/_SqEGXcoj8KU/Rz2U-o-eybI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ncEpzCQpEN4/s72-c/jx.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-8835544938494435530</id><published>2007-11-02T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:21:19.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Milk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/Ryrs5u5W6hI/AAAAAAAAABc/W89WVR3ZxEM/s1600-h/GotMilk_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/Ryrs5u5W6hI/AAAAAAAAABc/W89WVR3ZxEM/s320/GotMilk_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128171602300037650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if u guys ever seen the milk commercial where this guy who just recently died ends up in this room. The room is completely white and is filled with endless supplies of chocolate chip cookies. So this guy is thinking he must be in heaven. Then he starts munching down the cookies. And he’s like thinking what chocolate chip cookies without milk. Then he goes to the fridge only to realize that there is no milk. Then the commercial ends with the letters “Got Milk?” burning up. It’s damn funny!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Chicks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if u guys heard of this one before where this guy who just recently finishes his stpm and ends enrolling into this uni called uniten. The university is pretty decent with good facilities and all, plus the fees are quite cheap. So this guy is thinking what the hell, I just enroll here. Then he starts to think about how good life is going to be in uni. Then he couldn’t wait for the semester to start. And he was like thinking there’s got to be chicks in university, they’re going to come from all over Malaysia. Then he goes for the first day of registration only to realize that there was only row and row of d*cks. Then the story ends with the letters “Got Chicks” burning up. It’s not funny!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is in no way a disrespect to the three beautiful girls here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/RyrtIe5W6iI/AAAAAAAAABk/7SYKNNHEJJg/s1600-h/FaceWarp(02).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/RyrtIe5W6iI/AAAAAAAAABk/7SYKNNHEJJg/s320/FaceWarp(02).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128171855703108130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/Ryrtfe5W6jI/AAAAAAAAABs/gwT_pvqZsxc/s1600-h/FaceWarp(03).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/Ryrtfe5W6jI/AAAAAAAAABs/gwT_pvqZsxc/s320/FaceWarp(03).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128172250840099378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/RyruT-5W6mI/AAAAAAAAACE/NYvOkNBQivc/s1600-h/FaceWarp(05).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/RyruT-5W6mI/AAAAAAAAACE/NYvOkNBQivc/s320/FaceWarp(05).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128173152783231586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are in no particluar order they all equally beautiful. Just look at them, breathtaking beauties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-8835544938494435530?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8835544938494435530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=8835544938494435530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/8835544938494435530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/8835544938494435530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/11/got-milk.html' title='Got Milk?'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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/_88cHWznEYSM/Ryrs5u5W6hI/AAAAAAAAABc/W89WVR3ZxEM/s72-c/GotMilk_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-7424219443362079</id><published>2007-11-02T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:20:22.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>is it human nature to want what they cant never have and to never know how to appreciate what they already have until it's gone? or is it just me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-7424219443362079?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7424219443362079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=7424219443362079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7424219443362079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7424219443362079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/11/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-3719046689356112249</id><published>2007-11-02T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:21:19.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey we have a new blogger......</title><content type='html'>everyone say hi to adeline. &lt;br /&gt;she's 19 and hails from Australia.&lt;br /&gt;and she's a very excellent blower too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/RyoQfu5W6aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QidpnK0L5xo/s1600-h/01112007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/RyoQfu5W6aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QidpnK0L5xo/s320/01112007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127929263065328034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;check out the number of bubbles she blew...&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey ade, better started posting something....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-3719046689356112249?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3719046689356112249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=3719046689356112249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3719046689356112249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3719046689356112249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-hey-we-have-new-blogger.html' title='hey hey we have a new blogger......'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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/_88cHWznEYSM/RyoQfu5W6aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QidpnK0L5xo/s72-c/01112007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-2343974422185560541</id><published>2007-10-27T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:21:20.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it worth it?</title><content type='html'>Responding to chicken's post there bout my proposed eurotrip.  Now now, RM20k is a lot of money make no mistake about it.  It is a rough budget but that is a worst case scenario because I do take into account the shopping and unnecessary spending blah blah blah.  But is it worth it?  Well to be honest it is too early to say since none of us have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 1 thing for sure is that by going there as young and strong(not to forget crazy) students, we'll save a hell lot of dough as compared to going there in let's say 20 years time.  That time inflation, the rise of the euro currency compared to the ringgit that doesn't seem to end might justify this plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how your kids will hate you forever if you booked some backpackers hostel to stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And imagine this, how much fun you will get when you stay in some crammed room with 9 other young(and possibly horny) girls.  You can't put a price tag on that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And imagine how beautiful the experience there would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P_GLk_Ufus/RyMEhisjfXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w5npXwGTDXY/s1600-h/eiffel+tower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P_GLk_Ufus/RyMEhisjfXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w5npXwGTDXY/s320/eiffel+tower.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125945775173631346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could be enjoying this view and get on 1 of the most recognizable structures in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P_GLk_Ufus/RyMFcSsjfYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Gu0LgZ_ilMU/s1600-h/oktoberfest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P_GLk_Ufus/RyMFcSsjfYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Gu0LgZ_ilMU/s320/oktoberfest.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125946784490945922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could be drinking beer made from the land that sells it cheaper than water(not to mention taste better too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P_GLk_Ufus/RyMHGCsjfZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OLuG9_PReHs/s1600-h/venice80+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P_GLk_Ufus/RyMHGCsjfZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OLuG9_PReHs/s320/venice80+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125948601262112146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can forget the world famous grand canal of Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P_GLk_Ufus/RyMHoysjfaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KEgoXYd4CD8/s1600-h/Amstel_windmill.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P_GLk_Ufus/RyMHoysjfaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KEgoXYd4CD8/s320/Amstel_windmill.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125949198262566306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the err.....windmill in Holland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.....screw the windmill.  There's only 1 place all of us guys(actually I bet the girls too) wanna go right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P_GLk_Ufus/RyMInSsjfbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vELCFXrs2Zc/s1600-h/amsterdam-red-light-district.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P_GLk_Ufus/RyMInSsjfbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vELCFXrs2Zc/s320/amsterdam-red-light-district.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125950272004390322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMSTERDAM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you say?  Because &lt;s&gt;chicken needs to get laid&lt;/s&gt; we want to experience their culture first hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now doesn't that make you eager to head to Europe right away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore my bro told me that virtually everywhere in Europe there are special discounts for students under the age of 25 if I remember correctly.  This applies to train tickets which would be like 200 euros and we can travel to 4 countries for unlimited amount of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see, if someone's 23 right now and the earliest we would graduate is April 2010.  That makes that certain someone to be almost 26 years old!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that someone will be paying extra for certain things then =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-2343974422185560541?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2343974422185560541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=2343974422185560541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/2343974422185560541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/2343974422185560541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-it-worth-it.html' title='Is it worth it?'/><author><name>AnTaRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442408669614804918</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/_3P_GLk_Ufus/RyMEhisjfXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w5npXwGTDXY/s72-c/eiffel+tower.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-3859532975050927717</id><published>2007-10-25T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:58:43.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kennysia couldnt put it any better...</title><content type='html'>click on the link:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2007/10/should_a_girl_a.php&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-3859532975050927717?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3859532975050927717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=3859532975050927717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3859532975050927717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3859532975050927717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/kennysia-couldnt-put-it-any-better.html' title='kennysia couldnt put it any better...'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-5051642585024465710</id><published>2007-10-25T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:21:20.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro trip...</title><content type='html'>Drew's plan- after graduation we are going to backpack 4 countries in one month. haven't decided which countries yet but Holland is definitely going to be one of them. the estimated cost is going to be around rm 20k. Rm20k for the European experience. So u guys better save up. thats like 2 and a half years away ( if ur lucky).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan- Drew ur out of ur freaking mind. RM20K??!!!. If i start selling my arse now until graduation i don't think it would still be enough. but let say for some reason business is brisk and i end up with the 20k this what i would do... take out rm10k put a down payment on a German marque, a coupe,maybe a second hand one, then with the remaining rm10k, spend it on the sound system.. only euorpean brands of course. then to complete the whole european experience date a european chick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/RyBFLO5W6YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5gun0raX8q0/s1600-h/es_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/RyBFLO5W6YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5gun0raX8q0/s320/es_03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125172435227175298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/RyBHFO5W6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Nnpb1rZQZEQ/s1600-h/monica-bellucci-pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/RyBHFO5W6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Nnpb1rZQZEQ/s320/monica-bellucci-pics.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125174531171215762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-5051642585024465710?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5051642585024465710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=5051642585024465710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5051642585024465710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5051642585024465710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/euro-trip.html' title='Euro trip...'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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/_88cHWznEYSM/RyBFLO5W6YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5gun0raX8q0/s72-c/es_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-3895931491596837860</id><published>2007-10-10T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T23:43:50.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays.</title><content type='html'>Occasion: Sun's and Adeline's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Time      : 9pm-5am&lt;br /&gt;Date       : October 9th 2007&lt;br /&gt;Venue    : Jalan Seri Emas 3, Kajang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened :&lt;br /&gt;It started from an innocent Uno game --&gt;  poker --&gt; pizzas --&gt; black jack --&gt; water and flour   --&gt;cake --&gt; alocohol --&gt; drinking game --&gt; more alcohol --&gt; more more more alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everybody was high.  not going to go into details, will post pictures later and let them tell the story. it was a simple process, what we needed were cards and alcohol. and drunkards of course. everybody had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened after :&lt;br /&gt;Nav drove us back (kim, adel, sun, g.ping) to uni. Realising how drunk Adel was, we bombarded her with questions. This is partly what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adel : We in police car meh? Why are we in police car?&lt;br /&gt;Adel : (while pointing to Navin) : You police ga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us : How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;Adel (after celebrating her 21st birthday) : 19 ! Still young..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us : What's your id number?&lt;br /&gt;Adel : M..MMM...M..M... M&amp;amp;M ! Got peanut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us : Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Adel : Australia!! .. i speak with Australia slang.. (while faking the slang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us : What course are you doing in uni?&lt;br /&gt;Adel : Hot girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us : Who's your biggest crush in Uni?&lt;br /&gt;Adel : Dr. Ramesh ... because he got moustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us : What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;Adel : 12pm. Lunch time. Let's go have tom yam. "tomyam yu wat sin nai". Let's go Shangri-la Buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us : What do you think of Kim and Sun?&lt;br /&gt;Adel : They everyday together-gether... they Lesbians..&lt;br /&gt;Us : What bout you?&lt;br /&gt;Adel : I'M STRAIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: What you think bout Nick?&lt;br /&gt;Adel : Botak guy... I help him cut-cut his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While getting out of the car..&lt;br /&gt;Adel : I got no shoe. Where is my shoe?&lt;br /&gt;Us pointing at her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one pair &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Adel : Wahh.. i got two shoess.. same one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guard actually had to escort us back into Murni. And Adel was supposedly having a really really really really bad stomach ache. Hilarious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of what happened shall remain only within us. Sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday once again to Adel! =)&lt;br /&gt;and a belated one to Sun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-3895931491596837860?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3895931491596837860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=3895931491596837860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3895931491596837860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3895931491596837860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthdays.html' title='birthdays.'/><author><name>monkim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861085819461897107</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-32190787.post-6622692684144062372</id><published>2007-09-14T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T00:49:12.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did the chicken cross the road?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;SO THAT IT WOULDN'T HAVE TO TALK TO BRACIE.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dun worry because soon,hopefully, this chicken will turn in a cock. til then *cluck* all u guys want... gimme a break, i mean, not everyone is as lucky as my buddy drew here. signed, seal and DHLed straight his doorstep. Btw, i'm looking for a new buddy, cant count on drew already, his hearts not there anymore, i mean we dun hang out anymore, he would rather go out with her..haiz. i'm looking for someone smart, plays winning eleven and stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-6622692684144062372?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6622692684144062372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=6622692684144062372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/6622692684144062372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/6622692684144062372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-did-chicken-cross-road.html' title='Why did the chicken cross the road?'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-3492662289581674844</id><published>2007-09-02T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T04:49:47.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know what u did last night</title><content type='html'>It was around midnight sitting in front of the comp, surfing the net, listening to music when i noticed that the sound from my 200 dollar speakers actually sounds better than my car stereo system. Generally the com's sound reproduction would be better because of the placements of the speakers which are much easier to play around with then car speakers. But after spending so much time and not to mention money surely something more can be done to make my car stereo sound better! So i went downstairs to my car, it's was already 12.30 am by then. Started to play around with the settings. It's usually quite time consuming, so i only do it when i have freaking nothing better to do. With each new setting that i 'think' sounded better that the previous would be tested again and again to make sure it sounds really sounds better. It's never easy cause u had to make sure that the tweeters aren't too high, the vocals are warm, and the bass is just right not to heavy and not to soft. Then there's staging which my cheap system can't pull off. But the main idea is to get the voice to be in the center as possible. So i would be like switching between the new setting and then the previous setting and vice-verse again and again and again. Then i would select different genre to make sure that my setting wasn't only for one specific music. By the time i found the prefect setting, or at least i think- sometimes i think it's all in the head, it was already around 3. I also found the back speakers were out of phase. Satisfied, i went to bed. Woke up around 12 the next day, had lunch, took my meds (wasn’t feeling well for the past week) then slept like a log for another 6 hours. After dinner, my dad asked me where i popped off to last night; i replied i was playing around with my car stereo. Not buying it, he asked again, but this time pointing out that i was sleeping all day and was lethargic all the time and why on earth would i be there in wee hours. I said i was really at my car and i was not feeling well. I could tell he wasn't buying it, but in the end said u better not be doing anything stupid. That was one weird conversation. After that i thought nothing of it. A few days later when i up in bukit tinggi after dinner everyone was back in the hotel and i decided to do a little sightseeing of my own to cleanse my eyes before going back to the dreadful testosterone filled uni, the view was quite good. When i got back my dad asked where i went, for a walk i said, then i heard my mom jokingly told my dad something about me going to find transvestites. Then it struck me, all that interrogating that went on days before was about transvestites. ME and TRANSVESTITES, TRANSVESTITES and ME. But can u blame him; the road up my house is literally filled with them plying their trade at night every night. No wonder he was in serious dad mode that day. The expression on his face was priceless. I seriously don't know what gave him the idea. Maybe the fact I’m single doesn't really ease my dad's worries does it? But seriously dad, chicks with d*cks?! Eeew.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Othertimes when i nothing freakin better to do i blog, i think my dad would prefer i blog too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-3492662289581674844?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3492662289581674844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=3492662289581674844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3492662289581674844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3492662289581674844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-know-what-u-did-last-night.html' title='i know what u did last night'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-5996232065970239513</id><published>2007-07-20T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T01:16:35.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy thoughts</title><content type='html'>My numerical methods lecturer incorporates psychology in his class. It's something different. And actually does makes the class a little bit more interesting. He would ask us to close our eyes then to think of a happy moment in our lives . He would then review what he taught earlier. According to him, by associating a happy thought it'll be easier to remember what was thought in class. But so far i don't how true this method is because every time he asks up to think about a happy thought nothing significant pops up so as he is talking and reviewing, i'm trying to think of something that made me really happy. Usually my happy thoughts would either revolve around kate beckinsale or jessica alba sometimes both at the same time but i dont think this what my lecturer was refering to though. My life is not as sad as it sounds, it's just that there's not one truely memorable happy moment in my life that stands out..... Until yesterday. I guess someone up there just felt sorry for me. The happiest 0.02 seconds of my life. I was standing in c.o.e foodcourt minding my own business when bracie bumped into me. Then we had this deep meaningful conversation...... she said oops and i said sorry. It was deep, nearly brought tears to my eyes. And that my friends is the happiest 0.02 seconds of my life. now i see if the pyscological mumbo jumbo actually works cause i finally have my happy thought..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-5996232065970239513?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5996232065970239513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=5996232065970239513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5996232065970239513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/5996232065970239513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-thoughts.html' title='Happy thoughts'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-9194123593578018585</id><published>2007-07-16T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:21:20.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think what your driving is safe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/RppVXzbeU3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pa2y79YEV_o/s1600-h/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88cHWznEYSM/RppVXzbeU3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pa2y79YEV_o/s320/z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087472596499190642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever imagine what is the real meaning or specifications behind any vehicles sold in the market labeled with 5 stars safety rating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the American rating for car crash safety rating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front crash:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 stars - 10 percent or less chance of serious injury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 stars - 11 percent to 20 percent chance of serious injury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 stars - 21 percent to 35 percent chance of serious injury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 stars - 36 percent to 45 percent chance of serious injury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 star - 46 percent or greater chance of serious injury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Impact:- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 stars - 5 percent or less chance of serious injury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 stars - 6 percent to 10 percent chance of serious injury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 stars - 11 percent to 20 percent chance of serious injury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 stars - 21 percent to 25 percent chance of serious injury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 star - 26 percent or greater chance of serious injury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after finding out their testing criterias, which is based on the following specifications, you might want to rethink the rating system, if it is truly reliable in saving one's life during accidents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The tests are conducted at speeds of 35 to 38.5 mph. Wait a minute.....35-38.5 mph? Who drives 35-38.5 mph. when the rest of the world is traveling at 45-75 mph? The government safety ratings do not cover anything over 38.5 mph. The Insurance Institute for Highway Safety raises the bar though...they test at 40mph; a full 1 1?2 mile per hour faster...zoom, zoom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Crash dummies only simulate full size adults, not teens, not children, not infants. Aren’t teenagers, children and infants passengers too? Why don’t they include it in the ‘rating’ system? The crash dummies are wearing seat belts in all cases, front and rear seats...(everyone in vehicles always wears their seat belts, don’t they?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The crash dummies are wired to measure injuries to head, neck, chest, pelvis, legs and feet, but all these findings are not included in the rating. The ratings only measure head and chest injuries for frontal crashes and head injuries only for side crashes (evidently, other injuries are not serious enough to count in a government study). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Impact assumptions are for similar vehicles, differing no more than 250 lbs. This means if you are driving a small, full size or luxury car and you hit an SUV or a minivan...the rating doesn’t count (and it certainly doesn’t count if you happen to hit a tractor trailer...those crashes might change the star ratings). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Finally, the rating is only referring to injuries that require immediate hospitalization or are life-threatening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the above criterias applys, you would hence refer as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If you happen to be in a crash faster than 38.5 mph, forget about the rating scales altogether! see ur screwed whether your speeding or not, 38.5mph works up to only 62 km/h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you are a teen, child or infant sitting anywhere in the car, forget about the rating scale altogether! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If you hit any vehicle that is larger, smaller, or not almost exactly what you are driving, forget about the rating scale altogether! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If you are not wearing your seat belt, forget about the rating scale altogether! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) If someone at the accident scene says “you look fine”, forget about the rating scale altogether! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If you happen to be driving a “5 Star Rated” vehicle at 32 mph, hit a car head-on exactly like yours and are wearing your seat belt, according to the ratings you still have a 1 in 10 chance of being killed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Lastly, if you are driving a “1 Star Rated” vehicle (I don’t know of any) and are in the same accident, you still have a 50-50 chance of surviving. I think i'm driving one though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is the conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur screwed wheather ur speeding or not.. so it's only logical to drive faster right?. And it really doesnt matter wheather ur driving a kancil or a beemer your chances of surving a crash anything above 38.5mph is pretty much the same. the only difference is that you'll at least u die looking better than the dude in the kancil. and you die in style too. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRIVE SAFETLY!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Airbag Solutions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-9194123593578018585?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/9194123593578018585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=9194123593578018585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/9194123593578018585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/9194123593578018585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/07/think-what-your-driving-is-safe.html' title='Think what your driving is safe?'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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/_88cHWznEYSM/RppVXzbeU3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pa2y79YEV_o/s72-c/z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-1161822233270743809</id><published>2007-07-12T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T16:15:53.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Taken</title><content type='html'>The Road Not Taken &lt;br /&gt;  by Robert Frost(1874-1963)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,  &lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both  &lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood  &lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could  &lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;         &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,  &lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,  &lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;  &lt;br /&gt;Though as for that the passing there  &lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same,         &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay  &lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!  &lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,  &lt;br /&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.          &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh  &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:  &lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—  &lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by,  &lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  i'm transvering the road less taken. At first i had my reservations about this road, but the part that does most of thinking for guys want what the part does most of the thinking for guys want right? Besides the beautiful scenery that this road had to offer prove to be to alluring for me to resist. Or was it pure boredom that drove me to choose this road or was it out pure curiosity, i wanted to try something out of the ordinary, or was it the feeling i got just by looking at the road the made me want to travel down it or was it cause i belived the road would lead me to the happiness i've been looking for. What ever the reason was i took my chances and fresh supplies of underwear and went down the road... the road less taken. At first it was really exciting cause with every twist and turn the road had something to offer. But after awhile like most things in life the novelty wears off and the beautiful scenery the road onced offered now looks all the same to me. Soon i got bored or was it the other way around, the road just got bored of me cause it doesn't seem to offer what had attracted me to walk down the road in the first place. But everytime i wanted to turn around, the road would offer me a little just so i would keep walking down the road. So i kept on walking, but the once beautiful summer days was giving way to the cold winter nights. Occasionaly i would see glimpses of the sun and it would make me reminisce on those summer days. The road that lies before me now is covered in snow, and i can't see a thing. I don't know where i'm headed anymore and what's in front of me. But it really doesn't matter. Cause the harsh weather is begining to get to me. I'm sick and tired of this cold weather. I'm picking my cold ass up and getting off the road. I'll never walk down this road again. I'll make sure the next road i take will lead me to a place where the sun shines 365 days a year, someplace like Malaysia, it's expected that there rain but it's better than snow. Snow it's alot colder. And yeah, don't get me started about frost bites. They can be a bitch. A real bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Mr. Forst, i took the road less taken and it didnt seem to work out for me. one of life's lessons i guess.. glad it worked out for u..excellent poem it insipre to try out alot of new shit. so thank u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh maybe u could show me the way, your such a good navigator. This guy here, is your man if u ever feel like having a tour of Putrajaya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit what the hell am i doing, i'm seriously lost la.. Think i need a n95, so i can used the gps to get back on the correct road la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys if u still don't know what i'm talking about here's goes.. i want a n95 for my birthday.. I know i know i have to work for it which i did, enjoyed my story? There's my work, wasn't easy, my story full of literature and shit like that so enjoy.. I know i would be enjoying my present. U guys are the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-1161822233270743809?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1161822233270743809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=1161822233270743809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/1161822233270743809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/1161822233270743809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/07/road-taken.html' title='The Road Taken'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-6486227082473069374</id><published>2007-07-06T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T04:19:30.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldnt sleep either...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 77% Real&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrealareyouquiz/real-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know who you are, and you're pretty darn comfortable with yourself.Like everyone, you struggle with the parts of yourself that aren't so great...But you're good at accepting who you are and not dwelling on your faults.As a result, you're confident, optimistic, and very real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;How'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howrealareyouquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Real Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 60% Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/happy-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're definitely a happy person, even though you have your down moments.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get the most out of life, though there's always some more happiness to be squeezed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;How'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Happy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Cynical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howcynicalareyouquiz/cynical-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Generally you give people the benefit of the doubt. But there are exceptions.You buy into many of the things that mainstream society believes, but you're not anybody's fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;How'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howcynicalareyouquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Cynical Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 54% Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchsexappealdoyouhavequiz/sexy-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Sex Appeal Is: High&lt;br /&gt;You're quite sexy, and you're probably at least partially aware of your powers.Don't let your self doubt ever get the best of you. You're even more attractive than you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;How'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchsexappealdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Much Sex Appeal Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U beat me here... but only by 3%.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is Somewhat Rare (ENFP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is enthusiastic, giving, cautious, and loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 8% of all people have your personality, including 9% of all women and 6% of all men&lt;br /&gt;You are Extroverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Super Spicy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/spicy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a little bit crazy, a little bit naughty, and a whole lot of sexy.You go beyond hot - you set people's senses on fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;Are'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You Hot?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Date Like a Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoudatelikeamanorawomanquiz/man.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to studies on dating, you date like a man.&lt;br /&gt;You date casually and frequently, getting serious with select people over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical attraction and chemistry is very important to you.&lt;br /&gt;And if there's nothing more than a physical connection, that's okay with you (at least for a while).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely looking for love, but you are in no rush to find it.&lt;br /&gt;You figure love will eventually come your way, and you're not going to live like a monk while you're waiting!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoudatelikeamanorawomanquiz/"&gt;Do You Date Like a Man or a Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to hear u date like a b*tch..haha. But ur my b*tch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-6486227082473069374?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6486227082473069374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=6486227082473069374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/6486227082473069374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/6486227082473069374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-couldnt-sleep-either.html' title='I couldnt sleep either...'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-1724019273439540942</id><published>2007-07-05T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T02:52:20.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another one</title><content type='html'>hehe. i was enjoying it so much, i continued taking other tests. this one is pretty interesting. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What You Really Think Of Your Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/friends.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeline is your soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You truly love Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You consider Navin your true friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that Sun is always thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You'll remember Andrew for the rest of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Kim is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think that Jian Xiong is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think that Rao is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Rao changes lovers faster than underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Mun is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Mun has a hidden internet romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/"&gt;What Do You Think of Your Friends?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how much i love you guys? wakalaka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-1724019273439540942?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1724019273439540942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=1724019273439540942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/1724019273439540942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/1724019273439540942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-one.html' title='another one'/><author><name>-J-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17282535312872834562</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-32190787.post-2595334836942760337</id><published>2007-07-05T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T02:45:46.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm bored</title><content type='html'>and i cant sleep. so what do i do? i entertain myself by taking stupid tests. and i was pretty surprised to see how i fared in all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 59% Real&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrealareyouquiz/real-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty real with people, but you can't help hiding a good part of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You're not truly happy with who you are at times... and believe it or not, it shows.&lt;br /&gt;Try not to hide parts of your life from the people who matter to you.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends and family are probably a lot more accepting than you realize!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrealareyouquiz/"&gt;How Real Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm only 59% real?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 24% Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/happy-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not miserable, but you could stand to be a lot happier.&lt;br /&gt;Focus on what's right in the world, and you'll be happier than you ever thought possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Happy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Cynical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howcynicalareyouquiz/cynical-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally you give people the benefit of the doubt. But there are exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;You buy into many of the things that mainstream society believes, but you're not anybody's fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howcynicalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Cynical Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm only 24% happy but i am 40% cynical. shouldnt the both be inversely proportional or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried this expecting this to fare much better than this -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 57% Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchsexappealdoyouhavequiz/sexy-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Sex Appeal Is: High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're quite sexy, and you're probably at least partially aware of your powers.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your self doubt ever get the best of you. You're even more attractive than you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchsexappealdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;How Much Sex Appeal Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: saggy! have a go at it and tell me how you score. this time i am sure you wont be any better than me =p  *inside joke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Super Spicy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/spicy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little bit crazy, a little bit naughty, and a whole lot of sexy.&lt;br /&gt;You go beyond hot - you set people's senses on fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/"&gt;Are You Hot?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like what this test said though. but i kinda have a feeling that these tests that i am taking were targeted at the females. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare (INFP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is dreamy, romantic, elegant, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 5% of all people have your personality, including 6% of all women and 4% of all men&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Date Like a Woman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoudatelikeamanorawomanquiz/woman.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to studies on dating, you date like a woman.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to take romance seriously, and you're not really out for a fling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mental and emotional connection always comes first for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And rushing the physical stuff is likely to turn you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"which guy in his right mind will be turned off by physical stuff? " =P&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're highly selective when it comes to dating, and some may say you're too picky.&lt;br /&gt;You know what you want, and when you find it, you're ready to commit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoudatelikeamanorawomanquiz/"&gt;Do You Date Like a Man or a Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the last straw. this is all a load of crap i sound so so so gay from all the stupid results. haha.  it did keep me entertained for a good 20 mins though. try it out and tell me how you guys fare =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-2595334836942760337?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2595334836942760337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=2595334836942760337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/2595334836942760337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/2595334836942760337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-bored.html' title='i&apos;m bored'/><author><name>-J-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17282535312872834562</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-32190787.post-7236210020425876485</id><published>2007-06-23T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T11:49:04.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid is as stupid does</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;stu·pid·i·ty  &lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;/stuˈp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ɪ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;d&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:1.5pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///F:\DOCUME~1\Josh\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.png" href="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///F:/DOCUME%7E1/Josh/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image002.gif" class="luna-Img" shapes="_x0000_i1025" border="0" height="4" width="2" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ɪ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:1.5pt;height:3pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///F:\DOCUME~1\Josh\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.png" href="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///F:/DOCUME%7E1/Josh/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image002.gif" class="luna-Img" shapes="_x0000_i1026" border="0" height="4" width="2" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;ti, styu-/ Pronunciation Key&lt;/span&gt; - [stoo-&lt;b&gt;pid&lt;/b&gt;-i-tee, styoo-]&lt;br /&gt;–noun, plural -ties for 2.&lt;br /&gt;1. the state, quality, or fact of being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;2. a stupid act, notion, speech, etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ok, so starting a post with dictionary definition might be abit heavy. But I couldn’t think of a better way to describe my actions over the past 2 weeks.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A STUPID ACT. &lt;/b&gt;Or in my case, ACTS.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Over the past 2 weeks, I pretty much pissed off everybody I knew because I was feeling cranky all the time. And yesterday, I did something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abosofuckingly stupid&lt;/span&gt;. It was a stupid with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAPITAL S&lt;/span&gt;! don’t know what I was thinking when I did it. Ended up mulling over it the whole day today and no matter how I thought about it, I doubt there will be any way to fix what happened. In a nutshell, I pretty much screwed up one of the best things that was going for me. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a brighter note(this pretty much saved the day from being the WORSE DAY OF MY LIFE), my suggestion on an improvement for a new bike frame that I will be soon be distributor of, was received well and has been implemented into the design before the production. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17282535312872834562"&gt;Joshie&lt;/a&gt; said... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;been reading all the stuff on the blog and i have to say the new bikes are SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;why not run full cable housing for rune?&lt;/b&gt; that way we wont have to worry about the cables getting dirty and grimy as the riding conditions here in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; are unpredictable. sunny and dry can be muddy and wet the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;keep up the good work guys.&lt;br /&gt;i myself am already planning on ordering one once they are in production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bansheebikes.blogspot.com/2007/06/rune-prototype.html#comment-3685325273183564505" title="comment permalink"&gt;June 21, 2007 5:01 AM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="item-controlblog-adminpid-1117163215"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=4324489892772258581&amp;postID=3685325273183564505" title="Delete Comment"&gt;&lt;span class="delete-comment-icon"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a name="comment-1436620096657585307"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="comment-3859776656237480215"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Full cable housing is a great idea. Someone mentioned running cables through the shock mount on the down tube on the Rampant, that sounds like a good idea too, nice slick cabling! I really like the overall look of the frame, the Nomad doesn't do it for me at all. I love the amount of information on the site too, graphs etc plus explaining things in layman's language. Good work fellas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bansheebikes.blogspot.com/2007/06/rune-prototype.html#comment-3859776656237480215" title="comment permalink"&gt;June 21, 2007 6:31 AM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="item-controlblog-adminpid-910511749"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=4324489892772258581&amp;postID=3859776656237480215" title="Delete Comment"&gt;&lt;span class="delete-comment-icon"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a name="comment-7421213050358719934"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085377141585149514"&gt;Keith Scott&lt;/a&gt; said... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;I will set up the Rune and Rampant to run with &lt;b style=""&gt;full cable housing&lt;/b&gt;, and possibly the pyre too... the simplicity of setting it up and the resistance to grit etc more than beats the slight weight saving in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I have worked out how I am going to redesign the shock mounts on the rune and rampant already to fit cables inside them, and they will look better too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all this feedback guys! We want to get a reputation as the riders company, myself and Jay are riders, and we think we know what you guys want... but the more feedback you give us, the better we can cater to your needs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Keith&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;“&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I even got a thank you email from Jay Macneil, one of the designers of the frame.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hopefully this will work out well for me and I won’t screw it up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cheers&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Josh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-7236210020425876485?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7236210020425876485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=7236210020425876485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7236210020425876485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7236210020425876485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/06/stupid-is-as-stupid-does.html' title='stupid is as stupid does'/><author><name>-J-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17282535312872834562</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-32190787.post-263623054209772000</id><published>2007-06-21T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T04:54:53.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S</title><content type='html'>On one lovely afternoon, out of the blue this person asked me if we abunchofcrazyfriends will be friends forever... i was shocked, how dare this person even ask such a question? This person questioned our friendship, the audacity!!! This guy had balls, i'll attest to that, admittedly hanging a bit to the left but he had balls la... IF only I had brought my shoe box... the answers NO lah.. Nothing lasts forever.. But it really depends on what your expectation are from the friendship.. so today I’m gonna share with you guys the general misconception about   FRIENDSHIPS and if your lucky might even throw in a one or two or three tips( but that’s only your really really lucky).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misconception number 1.  A friend is there to lend a shoulder to cry on when u feel like crying-                                           this is just a load of crap some guy made up so he could some  guy love without being too obvious…&lt;br /&gt;                                        Solution: Go cry to your mom and get a girlfriend/boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misconception number 2. A friend is someone who will always be there for u- this is just a load  of crap some girl made up so that she could show some gal love without stating the obvious…&lt;br /&gt;                                        Solution: Go get a dog and yeah getting a girlfriend/ boyfriend helps too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misconception number 3. A friend is someone u can talk to- this is just some load of crap some  homophobic made up so that they wouldn’t  have to touch the guy or the girl without stating the obvious…&lt;br /&gt;                                        Solution: Go see a therapist, I can recommend two bastards if any of u guys are interested. the two second year psychology students took my job.. now I’m broke.. was hoping if any of u guys are interested, I might get my job  back…BASTARDS.. Was saving up for some skirting, speakers, paint job.. Now gone.. Anyone hiring? Or better                                     yet anyone have cash that they dun want lying around?  and one last thing go get a girlfriend/boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;br /&gt;Here’s what friends are for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting really really reallyX10 expensive gifts for your birthday.. Speakin of birthdays....&lt;br /&gt;2. Get them to pay for your movie tickets, when u complain that u don’t have money.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the first chance, never offer to drive your car, let them drive theirs and get a free ride. But so far doesn’t seem to work, guess I just have to try harder, practice does make perfect.              &lt;br /&gt;4. Let them pay first for the stuff i.e. food, presents and stuff and then write of the debt as petrol money...&lt;br /&gt;5. Do crazy stuff together that you would not in a million year think of doing like eating steamboat in a park at 1 something in the morning in complete darkness.&lt;br /&gt;6. Having someone in the group get lower marks then u in a quiz or test so that u feel smarter..the sacrifices I make lah..&lt;br /&gt;7.  taking 45minutes to plan to make a plan and then another 2 hours to plan the plan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far u guys of filled my requirements and therefore my friends.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey u guys notice the fine print on the circuits paper? It said “see u guys in Mont. Kinabalu”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-263623054209772000?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/263623054209772000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=263623054209772000' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/263623054209772000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/263623054209772000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/06/friends.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-2879501415708771717</id><published>2007-06-05T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:30:39.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've just been Fcuked....or I've Just Been Fcuked.. Like Whtever</title><content type='html'>FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one of the most interesting and colorful words in the English language today is the word "fuck". It is the one magical word which, just by its sound, can describe pain, pleasure, love, and hate. In language, "fuck" falls into many grammatical categories. It can be used as a verb, both transitive (John fucked Mary) and intransitive (Mary was fucked by John). It can be an action verb (John really gives a fuck), a passive verb (Mary really doesn't give a fuck), an adverb (Mary is fucking interested in John), or as a noun (Mary is a terrific fuck). It can also be used as an adjective (Mary is fucking beautiful) or an interjection (Fuck! I'm late for my date with Mary). It can even be used as a conjunction (Mary is easy, fuck she's also stupid). As you can see, there are very few words with the overall versatility of the word "fuck".&lt;br /&gt;Aside from its sexual connotations, this incredible word can be used to describe many situations:&lt;br /&gt;1. Greetings "How the fuck are ya?"&lt;br /&gt;2. Fraud "I got fucked by the car dealer."&lt;br /&gt;3. Resignation "Oh, fuck it!"&lt;br /&gt;4. Trouble "I guess I'm fucked now."&lt;br /&gt;5. Aggression "FUCK YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;6. Disgust "Fuck me."&lt;br /&gt;7. Confusion "What the fuck.......?"&lt;br /&gt;8. Difficulty "I don't understand this fucking business!"&lt;br /&gt;9. Despair "Fucked again..."&lt;br /&gt;10. Pleasure "I fucking couldn't be happier."&lt;br /&gt;11. Displeasure "What the fuck is going on here?"&lt;br /&gt;12. Lost "Where the fuck are we."&lt;br /&gt;13. Disbelief "UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE!"&lt;br /&gt;14. Retaliation "Up your fucking ass!"&lt;br /&gt;15. Denial "I didn't fucking do it."&lt;br /&gt;16. Perplexity "I know fuck all about it."&lt;br /&gt;17. Apathy "Who really gives a fuck, anyhow?"&lt;br /&gt;18. Greetings "How the fuck are ya?"&lt;br /&gt;19. Suspicion "Who the fuck are you?"&lt;br /&gt;20. Panic "Let's get the fuck out of here."&lt;br /&gt;21. Directions "Fuck off."&lt;br /&gt;22. Disbelief "How the fuck did you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be used in an anatomical description- "He's a fucking asshole."&lt;br /&gt;It can be used to tell time- "It's five fucking thirty."&lt;br /&gt;It can be used in business- "How did I wind up with this fucking job?"&lt;br /&gt;It can be maternal- "Motherfucker."&lt;br /&gt;It can be political- "Fuck Dan Quayle!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has also been used by many notable people throughout history:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the fuck was that?"&lt;br /&gt;- Mayor of Hiroshima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where did all these fucking Indians come from?"&lt;br /&gt;- General Custer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where the fuck is all this water coming from?"&lt;br /&gt;- Captain of the Titanic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not a real fucking gun."&lt;br /&gt;- John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's gonna fucking find out?"&lt;br /&gt;- Richard Nixon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heads are going to fucking roll."&lt;br /&gt;- Anne Boleyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let the fucking woman drive."&lt;br /&gt;- Commander of Space Shuttle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What fucking map?"&lt;br /&gt;- "Challenger," Mark Thatcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any fucking idiot could understand that."&lt;br /&gt;- Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It does so fucking look like her!"&lt;br /&gt;- Picasso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How the fuck did you work that out?"&lt;br /&gt;- Pythagoras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want what on the fucking ceiling?"&lt;br /&gt;- Michaelangelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck a duck."&lt;br /&gt;- Walt Disney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?- Because its fucking there!"&lt;br /&gt;- Edmund Hilary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't suppose its gonna fucking rain?"&lt;br /&gt;- Joan of Arc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scattered fucking showers my ass."&lt;br /&gt;- Noah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need this parade like I need a fucking hole in my head."&lt;br /&gt;- John F. Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck u la."&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Motherfucker, who the fuck gave u the rights to edit my post"&lt;br /&gt;-Jian&lt;br /&gt;taken from:&lt;a href="http://members.tripod.com/~car188/fy.html"&gt;http://members.tripod.com/~car188/fy.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-2879501415708771717?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2879501415708771717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=2879501415708771717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/2879501415708771717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/2879501415708771717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/06/youve-just-been-fcukedor-ive-just-been.html' title='You&apos;ve just been Fcuked....or I&apos;ve Just Been Fcuked.. Like Whtever'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-2186160083995280475</id><published>2007-06-04T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:49:24.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is with all this half hearted posts</title><content type='html'>Man what is happening to all the posts around here&lt;br /&gt;It's like being forced to post something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's better than nothing (duh! of cos)&lt;br /&gt;But almost every single post around doesn't have a direction (yeah this post is almost turning out as 1 of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing about all the secretive posts&lt;br /&gt;Yes this might or might not be a good place to rant but GOSH why even bother posting if it doesn't contain all the &lt;s&gt;juicy details&lt;/s&gt; agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could probably be starting a post that goes like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Darn today I had a shitty shitty shitty day&lt;br /&gt;Dunno y i did that&lt;br /&gt;Yeah dunno y but it happened&lt;br /&gt;Crap la Y Y Y happening to me&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;I nvr expected this to happen but shouldn't it be errrm....errrm....&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: call XXX-XXXXXXX for details =)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well I can't say the same for myself that I would feel comfortable posting everything on a page that is open for viewing to everyone and could potentially be the next big thing 1 day =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I guess as friends we should be as supportive as we can&lt;br /&gt;You know the deal, if your friend likes it you should like it as well (or is it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn I don't want this to turn up as another trademark long rant again (yes i think it already is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well to answer Joshua's question about &lt;a href="http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/06/tick-tock_02.html"&gt;honesty vs white lies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 2 situations are identical, they are like snowflakes and have different circumstances&lt;br /&gt;It's up to us to determine which is the best course of action&lt;br /&gt;And yes it's only through experience that we'll be able to deal with this&lt;br /&gt;The truth might hurt but lies might come back and haunt us someday&lt;br /&gt;All in all both might happen in every situation so let's see which is more worthwhile for us to endure right??&lt;br /&gt;And ya this would sound cheesie but only through mistakes that we can improve ourselves hehe (I suppose so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS POST MUST END HERE&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be studying but oh well who am I kidding&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling myself that forever xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: this isn't meant as an attack to others but i think this blog desperately needs something fresh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pp/s: WHERE ARE THE OTHER BLOGGERS???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-2186160083995280475?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2186160083995280475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=2186160083995280475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/2186160083995280475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/2186160083995280475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-is-with-all-this-half-hearted.html' title='What is with all this half hearted posts'/><author><name>AnTaRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442408669614804918</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-32190787.post-472914121921424689</id><published>2007-06-03T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:34:24.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>krishnath as a guest blogger</title><content type='html'>do u all think life is a like a big cinema? everyone has their own role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is my role?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i the hero or the villian? supporting actor maybe? who decides that? who is the director of this big cinema? who are the viewers? is  WWII only an action scene? when will the next action scene happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krishnath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-472914121921424689?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/472914121921424689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=472914121921424689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/472914121921424689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/472914121921424689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/06/krishnath-as-guest-blogger.html' title='krishnath as a guest blogger'/><author><name>-J-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17282535312872834562</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-32190787.post-3769642243985517096</id><published>2007-06-02T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:21:21.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the gifts!</title><content type='html'>for those of you who dont know, my birthday was 4 days ago. as i have said before, this was the best celebration to date. hehe. thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this were the lovely gifts that i got. some of it never lasted 24 hours. but i guess that's karma. i broke something for navin's birthday. someone broke something of mine on my birthday. haha. can't say i'm not upset over it, but what's done is done i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the cool presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqEGXcoj8KU/RmGAWmIFY8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4_2qB0scHg/s1600-h/DSC00627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqEGXcoj8KU/RmGAWmIFY8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4_2qB0scHg/s320/DSC00627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071475781075821506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The RC chopper that only lasted 20 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqEGXcoj8KU/RmGBKGIFY-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/FsjSixY0XJw/s1600-h/DSC00671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqEGXcoj8KU/RmGBKGIFY-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/FsjSixY0XJw/s320/DSC00671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071476665839084514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 2 cool tshirts that my sis got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqEGXcoj8KU/RmGBVmIFY_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/GenZPsKPK8c/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqEGXcoj8KU/RmGBVmIFY_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/GenZPsKPK8c/s320/DSC00672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071476863407580146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A really cute card from my youngest sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqEGXcoj8KU/RmGBuGIFZAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6076Bzp_kiQ/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqEGXcoj8KU/RmGBuGIFZAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6076Bzp_kiQ/s320/DSC00673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071477284314375170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a handmade card by Sarah, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WHO ALSO HAPPENS TO BE CELEBRATING HER BIRTHDAY TODAY SO&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 22ND BIRTHDAY SARAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I never got round to taking a picture of the LOVELY erasers that my dear friends WENT ALL AROUND THE WORLD to get for me, or off the 1GIGABYTE memory card that i so needed. sorry guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-3769642243985517096?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3769642243985517096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=3769642243985517096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3769642243985517096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3769642243985517096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/06/gifts.html' title='the gifts!'/><author><name>-J-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17282535312872834562</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/_SqEGXcoj8KU/RmGAWmIFY8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4_2qB0scHg/s72-c/DSC00627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-8667477337033036925</id><published>2007-06-02T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T01:48:48.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tick tock.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tick tock, tick tock, tick tock,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every second spent sitting here thinking of what to write is another precious second of sleep wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reasons to why i am even in front of the computer at 1.20 in the morning when i have to be up at 7, seriously escapes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because i am hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because the weather is so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCREWED UP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its because of some stupid suggestion by an equally stupid person to write something tonight before i go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can always choose to write something that is totally uninteresting, like how i've finally gotten a full license, or about, what my plans are for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, i sit down here and rack my brain to think of something. i thought about how my day went today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know no 2 days can be equally the same, but yesterday and today were like opposite ends of the spectrum. like the north and south pole. black and white. one day you feel like u're on top of the world. next, your face is in the dust. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when that happens, you know that there will be someone there who will be there to pick you up, slap you in the face and say, "dont be stupid, it was your choice. you could have chose to stop anytime but you just continued with it. so take it like a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anything that i am writing right now make sense to anyone of you? i myself dont know what i am talking about. haha. its late. the morning air is sort of like a drug. i suddenly dont feel sleepy anymore. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a whole other note, i want to know something.&lt;br /&gt;is it better to lie to protect someone's feelings?&lt;br /&gt;or is it best to keep things honest at all times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to think, honesty, as cliched as it is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS THE BEST POLICY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but after yesterday, my opinion on it has just changed. a little white lie, is not thaaaaaaaaaaat bad, if you are trying to keep someone happy, right?&lt;br /&gt;but wouldnt the person you are lying to be even more unhappy to find out that he/she was being lied to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if any of you had the perseverance and read this till the end, do let me know what you think alright. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till my next nonsensical rant,&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;josh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-8667477337033036925?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8667477337033036925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=8667477337033036925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/8667477337033036925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/8667477337033036925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/06/tick-tock_02.html' title='tick tock.............'/><author><name>-J-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17282535312872834562</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-32190787.post-4238347825795512748</id><published>2007-06-02T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T02:16:28.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things that i dont get..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    There are just so many things that i do not get at this very moment..even things that i should be so so so so so(i typed this so fast that i'm amazed it did'n turn out to be sososososos) sure about it..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    Around a year a go, a friend once told me a little secret..we laughed it off that time but little did we know,how it has come back to haunt. It is a very scary thing to think that even the most impossible thing is also bound to happen and you have no control over it. &lt;br /&gt;As much as we want something to happen, it doesn't and when we least expect things,it just HAPPENS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, experience in life are so valuable that it will make u choose it ten times even over the most expensive stuffs like Oakley,Tarzan eraser or even helicopters. SO the advice is learn from other's experience ; Good or bad or just simply normal, coz none of us will be living that long enough to experience( damn i keep spelling experience 'experince') all of it.&lt;br /&gt;Im learning as well coz there are some things u will never, never want to experince(there i go again) it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are changing, either we like it or not..for better or worse, we will find out..but what is sure is that we got to appreciate what we have and not regretting the paths we chose..But then again we do it all the time dont we..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn,i feel like i wana catch cold..itz so late in the morning and i miss sun so much already.Thanks to a wonderful request by a fanthenotstic friend, i am sitting here and narrating a story to people who are gona swear not to return to this web ever again..haha..sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itz goin to be a very tough special sem and we are moving into our final 3 weeks. Wishing you people good luck and all the best. And as what a Dean List student said to me&lt;br /&gt;"Itz not how u score that matters, itz scoring that matters the most."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go catch some good sleep now..will hit back to the dashboard with surely better stories the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;zooming away with still a full license&lt;br /&gt;navin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-4238347825795512748?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4238347825795512748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=4238347825795512748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/4238347825795512748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/4238347825795512748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-that-i-dont-get.html' title='things that i dont get..'/><author><name>navinated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930609245981907470</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-32190787.post-4334951813443370916</id><published>2007-06-02T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T01:26:15.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P to F!</title><content type='html'>Finally Ive changed my P license to Full license..which means i am legally considered a qualified Driver...Im gonna so appreciate this.There are few things that i heard today and will love to share to all the avid reader of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate everyday as it comes and appreciate everyone as they are..Letz all take things as face value and ignorance is not bliss at ALL..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zooming away with a Full License..&lt;br /&gt;Navin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-4334951813443370916?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4334951813443370916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=4334951813443370916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/4334951813443370916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/4334951813443370916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/06/p-to-f.html' title='P to F!'/><author><name>navinated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930609245981907470</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-32190787.post-7618567562718294085</id><published>2007-06-01T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:11:27.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another stolen article.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="tipsheaderitalic"&gt;WHEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="tipsbodycopy"&gt;cooking spaghetti, tie all the ends together. That way you can eat it in one long suck, eliminating the drudgery of washing up knives and forks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tipsheaderitalic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESTATE &lt;/span&gt;agents.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="tipsbodycopy"&gt;Please look up the words luxurious, stunning and spacious in a dictionary so as I don't have to spend my weekends being shown around badly-built shoeboxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="tipsheaderitalic"&gt;HOSPITAL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="tipsbodycopy"&gt;patients. Arrive for your appointment two hours after the assigned arrival time. That way, you will only have to wait an hour for your doctor to see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="tipsheaderitalic"&gt;EXPERIENCE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="tipsbodycopy"&gt;the thrills of a skiing holiday without the expense. Simply sellotape two planks of wood to your feet, sit in your freezer for three hours, then run into a tree as fast as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="tipsheaderitalic"&gt;BASEBALL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="tipsbodycopy"&gt;cap manufacturers. Save the wearer the bother of turning your caps round by putting the peak on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="tipsheaderitalic"&gt;MOTORISTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tipsbodycopy"&gt;Always have a hot curry puff in your hands in heavy traffic. Each time the traffic grinds to a halt, just reach for the puff. The instant you place it to your lips the traffic begins to move. This also works well with the molten lava apple pies from McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="tipsheaderitalic"&gt;BOILED EGGS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="tipsbodycopy"&gt;cut in half vertically, and with the yolk removed, make ideal miniature porcelain-style urinals for hamsters and guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tipsheaderitalic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LADY &lt;/span&gt;drivers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="tipsbodycopy"&gt;Draw a little diagram on a Post-it note showing the position of the handbrake and gearstick, and stick it to your dashboard. This will save you having to look for them when the lights go green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tipsheaderitalic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPERMARKETS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="tipsbodycopy"&gt;Help promote healthy living by putting your cakes, ice creams, pies etc. in aisles that are too narrow for fat people to fit through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tipsheaderitalic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAMES BOND&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="tipsbodycopy"&gt;Never show any pain when receiving the beating of a lifetime, but wince when having your wounds tended by a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="tipsheaderitalic"&gt;TEENAGERS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="tipsbodycopy"&gt;Stop your trousers from falling halfway down your arse by wearing a strip of perforated leather with a buckle around your waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tipsheaderitalic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEENAGERS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="tipsbodycopy"&gt;When buying trousers, choose a pair which stop around about your ankles as opposed to some point about 10 inches further on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="tipsbodycopy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-7618567562718294085?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7618567562718294085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=7618567562718294085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7618567562718294085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7618567562718294085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-stolen-article.html' title='another stolen article.'/><author><name>-J-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17282535312872834562</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-32190787.post-354634608452537199</id><published>2007-06-01T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:05:33.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you guys! (and girls, of course) =p</title><content type='html'>well, my teen days were officially over when the clock struck 12 on the 30th of may...............................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having WRITER'S BLOCK! or maybe i'm just too lazy to think of something to write.  hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have no idea what to write about. its been awhile since i last had a blog entry. more than 3 months and 20 days to be exact. haha. i just thought that this blog needed something new. and i was bored out of my mind on a friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you guys for everything. what you guys did was SUPER, to say the least.  best birthday celebration thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, i was kinda disappointed that you guys TOOK SOOOO LONG! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, the wait paid off didnt it. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys to bits!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-354634608452537199?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/354634608452537199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=354634608452537199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/354634608452537199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/354634608452537199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/06/thank-you-guys-and-girls-of-course-p.html' title='thank you guys! (and girls, of course) =p'/><author><name>-J-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17282535312872834562</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-32190787.post-9038483996175716495</id><published>2007-04-23T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T20:47:32.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penis owner's manual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vasectomy-information.com/humor/manual.htm"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is just too funny i have to post it&lt;br /&gt;it's abit long but it's worth every minute of reading it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution to ladies!!!!&lt;br /&gt;might contain information u might not want to know xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you should know that our penis is equipped with twin hydraulic chambers haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some people shouldn't know the estimated value of it&lt;br /&gt;I have to be extra careful from now on to any1 that is tight on money&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-9038483996175716495?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/9038483996175716495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=9038483996175716495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/9038483996175716495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/9038483996175716495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/04/penis-owners-manual.html' title='Penis owner&apos;s manual'/><author><name>AnTaRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442408669614804918</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-32190787.post-3283299449440231279</id><published>2007-02-17T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T23:10:55.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gong xi fa cai everyone!</title><content type='html'>this is joshua reporting in from penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. may you all have a wonderful chinese new year. blessed with lots of red packets of course. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the journey here was torture. everyone decided to go in the middle of the night to beat the jam the next day. thus creating a jam at 1 in themorning.madness. we reached here only at 8in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, if any of you want dvds or anything u think i can get from penang,, just drop me a line and let me know. i'll try to get them. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again.&lt;br /&gt;GONG XI FA CAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-3283299449440231279?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3283299449440231279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=3283299449440231279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3283299449440231279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/3283299449440231279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/02/gong-xi-fa-cai-everyone.html' title='gong xi fa cai everyone!'/><author><name>-J-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17282535312872834562</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-32190787.post-4822837063797523491</id><published>2007-02-14T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T13:29:14.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>questions that need answers</title><content type='html'>1. Why does your gynaecologist leave the room when you get undressed?&lt;br /&gt;2. If a person owns a piece of land do they own it all the way down to the core of the earth?&lt;br /&gt;3. Why can’t women put on mascara with their mouth closed?&lt;br /&gt;4. Is it possible to brush your teeth without wiggling your ass?&lt;br /&gt;5. Why is it called Alcoholics Anonymous when the first thing you do is stand up and say, ‘My name is Bob, and I am an alcoholic’?&lt;br /&gt;6. If you mated a bulldog and a shitsu, would it be called a bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;7. Why are they called stairs inside but steps outside?&lt;br /&gt;8. Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?&lt;br /&gt;9. Why does mineral water that ‘has trickled through mountains for centuries’ have a ‘use by’ date?&lt;br /&gt;10. Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp no one would eat?&lt;br /&gt;11. Is French kissing in France just called kissing?&lt;br /&gt;12. Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, ‘I think I’ll squeeze these dangly things here and drink whatever comes out’?&lt;br /&gt;13. What do people in China call their good plates?&lt;br /&gt;14. If the professor on Gilligan’s Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can’t he fix a hole in a boat?&lt;br /&gt;15. Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but don’t point to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is?&lt;br /&gt;16. Why does goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They’re both dogs!&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you call male ballerinas?&lt;br /&gt;18. Can blind people see their dreams? Do they dream??&lt;br /&gt;19. If Wile E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that Acme crap, why didn’t he just buy dinner?&lt;br /&gt;20. Why is a person that handles your money called a ‘Broker’?&lt;br /&gt;21. If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?&lt;br /&gt;22. If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables,then what is baby oil made from?&lt;br /&gt;23. If a man is talking in the forest, and no woman is there to hear him,is he still wrong?&lt;br /&gt;24. Why is it that when someone tells you that there are over a billion stars in the universe, you believe them, but if they tell you there is wet paint somewhere, you have to touch it to make sure?&lt;br /&gt;25. Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet Soup?&lt;br /&gt;26. Why do they call it an asteroid when it’s outside the hemisphere, but call it a haemorrhoid when it’s in your ass?&lt;br /&gt;27. Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog’s face, he gets mad at you but when you take him on a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i did not write this. i just found it somewhere and thought it was funny. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-4822837063797523491?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4822837063797523491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=4822837063797523491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/4822837063797523491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/4822837063797523491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/02/questions-that-need-answers.html' title='questions that need answers'/><author><name>-J-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17282535312872834562</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-32190787.post-7729385654609783892</id><published>2007-02-11T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T19:56:29.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some wounds....</title><content type='html'>"The world is full of unexpected twist and turns,&lt;br /&gt;just when you got lay the of the land,&lt;br /&gt;the ground underneath you crumple and shatter,&lt;br /&gt;and knocks you off your feet,&lt;br /&gt;if your lucky you'll end up with nothing more than a flesh wound,&lt;br /&gt;something a bandage will cover,&lt;br /&gt;but some wounds are deeper than they first appear,&lt;br /&gt;and require more than a quick fix,&lt;br /&gt;with some wounds you'll have to rip off the bandage,&lt;br /&gt;let them breathe and give them time to heal....."- Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here a another food for thought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"feelings are like ur mother's breast, you know where they are but it's better left untouched"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-7729385654609783892?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7729385654609783892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=7729385654609783892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7729385654609783892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7729385654609783892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-wounds.html' title='Some wounds....'/><author><name>ntg better to do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09576727134769351602</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-32190787.post-6211517047266110598</id><published>2007-02-04T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T21:15:04.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Shower: Men vs Women</title><content type='html'>Haha educational yet funny video bout how men and women shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i have to say is I do the shampoo mohawk as well&lt;br /&gt;but I DON'T do the 'woo woo' thing (u'll know when u watch the video)&lt;br /&gt;hehe enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qehxjub5lyo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qehxjub5lyo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="350"&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/32190787-6211517047266110598?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6211517047266110598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=6211517047266110598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/6211517047266110598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/6211517047266110598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-to-shower-men-vs-women.html' title='How To Shower: Men vs Women'/><author><name>AnTaRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442408669614804918</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-32190787.post-2410809554038389725</id><published>2007-02-03T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:56:08.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more often than not...</title><content type='html'>the thing that you are looking high and low for is right there in front of you. and it took me ages to figure that out. well, i can say now that i've realised what it is that i wanted, and i will hold on to it like there is no tomorow. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i found out the joy of retail therapy. i can say, IT WORKS!! now i know why women enjoy it so much. the joy you experience when you find that something that complements you perfectly. hehe. something that makes you look good, and feel good as well. haha. don't i sound gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i went shopping today. and by golly it was fun. the company i had was even better =p haha. one pair of black pants, one pair of jeans, one long sleeve shirt, and one polo tee. gosh. total damage? that's for me to know and for you to find out. hehe. in a nutshell, it burnt a huge gaping hole my pocket =p but it was well worth it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that cheesed me off today, not only today, but one thing that cheeses me off, is when someone says something, and doesnt bother doing it. i mean, whats the point of saying it in the first place? for courtesy's sake? well, if it was just for courtesy's sake and not sincere, then why bother? well, some of you may say, heck, u do the same thing also. what goes around comes around. haha. so i guess i can't be complaining too much about that. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things just took a turn for the better today and i can't help feeling this happy. haha. and i HAD to share it with whoever it is that reads this blog. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next one,&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;josh&lt;div 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not...'/><author><name>-J-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17282535312872834562</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-32190787.post-1049736388461937657</id><published>2007-02-01T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T14:37:47.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just when you thought......</title><content type='html'>that it would never happen. that it was going to stay that way. life turns around and surprises you. people are willing to put aside their pride. and it takes a really big person to do that. and i wanna say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being the better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, things have started to look a little better already. hopefully it will build on from this. and i'm crossing my fingers, that nothing like this happens again. it was painful. and it affected me ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for whoever it is that actually reads this, and wondering what i am talking about, dont bother. i just have waaaaaaay too much time on my hands. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till my next rant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;josh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-1049736388461937657?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1049736388461937657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=1049736388461937657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/1049736388461937657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/1049736388461937657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-when-you-thought.html' title='just when you thought......'/><author><name>-J-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17282535312872834562</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-32190787.post-7518475731443577469</id><published>2007-01-31T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T21:15:59.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn how to speak hokkien</title><content type='html'>Ok la on a lighter note&lt;br /&gt;Any of you would like to &lt;s&gt;get smacked by uttering vulgar phrases&lt;/s&gt; learn how to speak hokkien?&lt;br /&gt;Well Kafei passed the links from youtube to me&lt;br /&gt;The videos are perfect if you &lt;s&gt;want to scold a banana&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;intend to know what the heck is that Singaporean auntie shouting at you trying to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Well here are the videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="abp-objtab" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdVMmEFXkuQ" style="padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdVMmEFXkuQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdVMmEFXkuQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="abp-objtab" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgbe9J4f6lc" style="padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgbe9J4f6lc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgbe9J4f6lc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-7518475731443577469?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7518475731443577469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=7518475731443577469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7518475731443577469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/7518475731443577469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/01/learn-how-to-speak-hokkien.html' title='Learn how to speak hokkien'/><author><name>AnTaRu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442408669614804918</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-32190787.post-4636066772077323287</id><published>2007-01-31T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:13:03.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't you get more forgiving as you age?</title><content type='html'>dont people say that as you grow old you also grow wiser? and more forgiving for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that hardly is the case here. i wouldn't hold a something against someone for this amount of time. i would just go to bed at night, and forget about it the next morning. some people just dont work that way. they hold it in. not willing to forgive. sheesh. and the worse part is, people who are not directly involved decide to make it their problem. @#$@#$! busybodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just stay out of the whole thing wont you? why make it your problem? dont you have other things to worry about? #@$#Q@%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-4636066772077323287?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4636066772077323287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=4636066772077323287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/4636066772077323287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/4636066772077323287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-you-get-more-forgiving-as-you-age.html' title='don&apos;t you get more forgiving as you age?'/><author><name>-J-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17282535312872834562</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-32190787.post-6579735637226455595</id><published>2007-01-31T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T20:22:06.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..................................another long rant</title><content type='html'>i dont mean to start anything but is your last post taking a dig at our own lovey dovey couple? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, since unknown has been bugging us for more, let me just write down what is going through my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THERE A HEAVEN? or more specifically IS THERE A GOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been brought up by 2 staunch christian parents. and have been going to sunday school ever since i could walk. it has been drummed into me that there is only one god. jesus christ. as years went by, i started to feel that the only reason that i was going to church was because i didnt have a choice. mum and dad wanted me to go and i did. at first, i had my friends there and it sort of made it more bearable. more fun. but as everyone started leaving, to further their studies overseas, church just became boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i hear a testimony from someone, i do not immediately think that it was through divine intervention that this person is not dead. i try to figure out a logical, earthly reason about why that happened. well, sometime when things have no explanation, you still have to believe. its called FAITH. but is it really? for instance, one thing that my family always does, when we cannot find a carpark at a packed shopping mall, we pray and ask god for carpark. lo and behold, someone decides to leave at that moment in time. a miracle? i think that if we had gone round long enough someone would have eventually left. albeit a little longer time would have been wasted going round. but i do not think that it is divine intervention. call me faithless. but i have had too much time on my hands lately. all this time should have been channeled into more productive means, but no, i choose to sit around and mope. just like jian xiong =p and think of stupid things that me as a 20 year old should not be thinking about. maybe later in life. but not now. i'm still young! what i am trying to say is...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know what i am trying to say. i just needed to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i honestly dont know what this post is supposed to be about. people actually come to our blog to read, so here is something to read. i've been going through lots of crap lately. mostly from home. how does it feel like to not talk to someone for a whole freaking week because of a small spat that happened? at first i was really angry but as time went by i realised that i was just being childish. and i didnt even have the guts to apologise face to face. i had to bloody write an email to the person. well, i'm just crossing my fingers and hoping that when the person reads it, he will be able to forgive me for what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i cant seem to think of anything to write at the moment. i seem to have hit writer's block. haha. i'll just sit here and cross my fingers that everything will work out fine for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, if any of you have a spare phone lying and you dont think u'd be needing it anytime soon, let me know. my phone died on me, and i cant afford to get another one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;josh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-6579735637226455595?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6579735637226455595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32190787&amp;postID=6579735637226455595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/6579735637226455595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32190787/posts/default/6579735637226455595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-mean-to-start-anything-but-is.html' title='..................................another long rant'/><author><name>-J-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17282535312872834562</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-32190787.post-117000290564432381</id><published>2007-01-29T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T01:19:42.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl make up ur mind!!!</title><content type='html'>This is my friend's friend's girlfriend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scene1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude: hey u wanna go shopping?&lt;br /&gt;dudette: where?&lt;br /&gt;dude: i was thinking klcc.&lt;br /&gt;dudette: but we always go there, can we go some place else?&lt;br /&gt;dude: yeah, where u have in mind?&lt;br /&gt;dudette: i dunno, u decide&lt;br /&gt;dude: erm, how about midvalley?&lt;br /&gt;dudette: that place is so big , lazy to walk lah.&lt;br /&gt;dude: then how bout sungai wang?&lt;br /&gt;dudette: that place is so crowed.&lt;br /&gt;dude: how bout we just go for a movie then?&lt;br /&gt;dudette: there's no nice movie playing now.&lt;br /&gt;dude: why don't we just go red box?&lt;br /&gt;dudette: no fun lah, only 2 of us.&lt;br /&gt;dude: so what u wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;dudette: i dunno, u decide......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scene 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude: wanna go out for dinner?( &lt;em&gt;dude suggests a place near the campus)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dudette: we always eat there lets, go somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;dude: lets go ........ ( &lt;em&gt;dude then suggest a more upscale place to eat)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dudette: that place is so expensive.&lt;br /&gt;dude: then u wanna go eat at the mamak?&lt;br /&gt;dudette: dun wan lah , no pok.( &lt;em&gt;she didnt say no pok, guys u should check this video out, damn funny &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4uG85Oaca_o"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4uG85Oaca_o&lt;/a&gt;, u 'll see what i mean)&lt;br /&gt;dude: so where u wanna eat?&lt;br /&gt;dudette; i dunno, u decide......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dun noe who to feel sorry for, the guy or the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32190787-117000290564432381?l=abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abunchofcrazyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/117000290564432381/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32190787.post-117000114585269551</id><published>2007-01-28T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T01:09:00.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's it gonna be?</title><content type='html'>how's it gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;when u fail de..&lt;br /&gt;are u gonna blame johnny?&lt;br /&gt;how's it gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;will andrew get screwed by sime derby?&lt;br /&gt;while jian gets screwed by dadddy and mommy..&lt;br /&gt;between u and me...&lt;br /&gt;i'm so screwed for de..&lt;br /&gt;i wonder,how's it gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;when u found out, i fail de..&lt;br /&gt;so how's it gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;when u fail de...&lt;br /&gt;how's it gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing with me now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-32190787.post-116878293579714643</id><published>2007-01-14T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T12:28:34.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crab wars</title><content type='html'>A long time ago in a galaxy far far away...there lived a bunch of crazy crabs on the planet PAPER ONE...here are their profiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRINCE (Rao)&lt;br /&gt;This is the prince of planet paper one...he is simply addressed as prince by the other crabs...he is a much loved leader by the others.He is also the twin brother of MAKU MAKU and the son of evil Darth Mcgyver but both of them neither knew they are siblings nor that they are the product of the darth...He plotted the rebbelion against the empire lead by Darth Mcgyver and EMPEROR HERMIE who took over the galaxy...his planet was attacked by the evil darth and he has gone into hiding for the time being and waiting for the right time to continue with the attack on the empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKU MAKU (Sun)&lt;br /&gt;The twin sister of PRINCE.But separated at birth because of the war that has been goin on...a great jedi and a great pilot juz like her father.An important figure in the plot against the empire.She destroyed death star,the base of the empire's army with help of her buddy turned partner ASH.2gether...MAKU MAKU and ASH lead PRINCE'S rebels aginst DARTH MCGUYVER.In deep love with ASH and planned 2 get married soon after thier planned success against the empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARTH MCGUYVER (Andrew)&lt;br /&gt;The most powerful jedi in his time,but turned into a darth as the result of his impatience and anger.He turned his back against the republic and joined the dark force.He built an empire and took over the galaxy...currently being challenged by PRINCE and MAKU MAKU...his own son and daughter.They were born when he had an affair with the former princess,RASCLE.He is currently building his army base after his last base,the death star has been destroyed by the rebbelions.The much anticipated new base is believed to be capable of destroying the galaxy in a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RASCLE (Adeline)&lt;br /&gt;The former queen of PLANET PAPER ONE.Worked hard to build her goverment.Lover of MCGUYVER when he was still a jedi.She gave birth to PRINCE and MAKU MAKU but didnt had the chance to watch them grow as she died soon after givin birth to them.Would'nt have let PRINCE and MAKU MAKU separated at birth if she was still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASH (Navin)&lt;br /&gt;Pulled in the war against the dark force and the empire by MAKU MAKU and PRINCE.A great pilot and was a great help in the downfall of The Death Star.Admired greatly by MAKU MAKU mainly because of his charm.Owns the old but very much reliable spaceship Proton Falcon.Often comes up with crazy ideas and saved the rebels many times with his crazy ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR LEGGED (Josh)&lt;br /&gt;Or simply known as FOUR,the greatest JEDI the galaxy has ever seen.Jedi Master for COCO and MAKU MAKU.Has predicted that MCGUYVER will turn into a darth in the future.His disability seems no burden for him instead the main reason for his success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COCO (Kim)&lt;br /&gt;The diciple of MASTER FOUR and the jedi master for MCGUYVER.Has been warned against training MCGUYVER by FOUR but ignored and continued training him.Was killed in a fight by The Darth but somehow came back alive within a few months.A great motivator and a very caring jedi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMPEROR HERMIE (Lau)&lt;br /&gt;The evil emperor who forced DARTH MCGUYVER into the dark side.Was the senator  in the republic before he took over the galaxy with the help of DARTH MCGUYVER.Has a great psychic power and can turn any normal jedi crazy in matter of seconds.&lt;div 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