<?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-6660240</id><updated>2011-07-06T00:22:59.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cerealkiller, zach</title><subtitle type='html'>Pretty much a dreamer, who dreams of living in a beautiful world overflowing with love and compassion. One filled with light and warmth. But the irony is, he himself is a dark and sometimes a sinister character. The following are his muddled-up thoughts and experiences;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660240.post-111952509749016322</id><published>2005-06-23T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T19:11:37.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How somethings changes..</title><content type='html'>I have always lamented on how bloodly old i am getting and so on..&lt;br /&gt;but i usually dont quite mean it.. Its just saying it for fun, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, with sleep eluding me (be in self-induced or act of god) i&lt;br /&gt;am so feeling and seeing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The eyebags have just obtained their PR status.&lt;br /&gt;-I go to work feeling lethargic all the bloody time.&lt;br /&gt;-I could barely keep my eyes open after meals.&lt;br /&gt;-My complexion is suffering big time.&lt;br /&gt;-Collegues say i look 30s!&lt;br /&gt;-My face looks like the surface of the moon. After a meteor-shower!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-111952509749016322?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/111952509749016322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=111952509749016322' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/111952509749016322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/111952509749016322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-somethings-changes.html' title='How somethings changes..'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-111617788189507666</id><published>2005-05-16T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T01:24:41.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibly, Maybe..</title><content type='html'>Might just return to blogging again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-111617788189507666?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/111617788189507666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=111617788189507666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/111617788189507666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/111617788189507666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2005/05/possibly-maybe.html' title='Possibly, Maybe..'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-110536919116761479</id><published>2005-01-10T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T22:59:51.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sorry C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-110536919116761479?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/110536919116761479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=110536919116761479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/110536919116761479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/110536919116761479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-am-sorry-c.html' title=''/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-109846039089627926</id><published>2004-10-22T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T23:53:10.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Colombian writer, Moreno-Duran</title><content type='html'>" A person achieves greater happiness&lt;br /&gt;  when the person has learned there's&lt;br /&gt;  more pleasure in choosing to say no&lt;br /&gt;  than there is in satisfying all of &lt;br /&gt;  one's carnal desires ".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-109846039089627926?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/109846039089627926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=109846039089627926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/109846039089627926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/109846039089627926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/10/colombian-writer-moreno-duran.html' title='A Colombian writer, Moreno-Duran'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-109743672519932911</id><published>2004-10-11T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T03:32:05.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bachelor, bachelorette</title><content type='html'>Im sure we have all watched at least one reality&lt;br /&gt;program on TV. My personal favourites are&lt;br /&gt;still Survial and the one that races around the&lt;br /&gt;world (Forgot the name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i a big fan of reality TV. Well no, at least&lt;br /&gt;not anymore. Use to follow Survial though but&lt;br /&gt;not anymore. Lets talk about the Bachelor and&lt;br /&gt;The Bachelorette (Hope i get the spelling right).&lt;br /&gt;Now, quite a few people i know watches it and&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, somebody.. Y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched it earlier on, The Bachelorette&lt;br /&gt;and it truely disgust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone wanna court some girl that&lt;br /&gt;is a complete stranger on national TV? Better&lt;br /&gt;still, when they are aware that they be going up&lt;br /&gt;against a horde of 24 other guys. I just find it&lt;br /&gt;mind-boggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, such shows.. It is plain obvious that&lt;br /&gt;the remaing last few always consist of the&lt;br /&gt;hunky-looking fellas and that is no big secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The episode i just caught showed the somewat&lt;br /&gt;beautiful bachelorette having to choose 3 out&lt;br /&gt;of the final 4 finalist. Man.. she made it seem&lt;br /&gt;so difficult(Ya rite!) She was looking so sad and&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting, trying to look sorry when she&lt;br /&gt;escorted the "dropped" finalist out to the waiting&lt;br /&gt;limo. She was telling him how bad she felt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when she stepped back into the com-&lt;br /&gt;pany of the final 3. She was like all smiles and&lt;br /&gt;happily toasting them with her glass of wine.&lt;br /&gt;Sick isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she proceeds to frolick and bed the&lt;br /&gt;remaining guys.. SICK (Capital Letters!).&lt;br /&gt;What kind of a lousy show is this? The guys&lt;br /&gt;are made like goons, vying so hard for her heart&lt;br /&gt;and the Bachelorette.. If you ask me is but&lt;br /&gt;just a bitch. Why would the guys wanna even&lt;br /&gt;try so hard to get her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: They must be Nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-109743672519932911?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/109743672519932911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=109743672519932911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/109743672519932911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/109743672519932911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/10/bachelor-bachelorette.html' title='The Bachelor, bachelorette'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-109716666692534492</id><published>2004-10-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T00:31:06.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Sky Captain &amp; the world of tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>Once again, i was fortunate enough to get invited&lt;br /&gt;to catch the movie before the rest of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;catches it. "Sky Captain &amp; The World Of&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow"----&gt; WHOA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, it is quite an awesome movie. Set&lt;br /&gt;in a world, a parallel dimension of sorts. Set in&lt;br /&gt;a pre-world war 2 era in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jude Law, as a dashing pilot of a sleek P-40&lt;br /&gt;TomaHawk plane is caught in a interesting&lt;br /&gt;relationship with Gwyneth Paltrow, a nosey&lt;br /&gt;and charming newsreporter and Angelina&lt;br /&gt;Jolie as a sexy British commander. 3 big&lt;br /&gt;international stars, expect plenty of action,&lt;br /&gt;large explosions, fights and aerial duels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you think its gonna be some stooopid,&lt;br /&gt;all-action only, where men go to orgle at the&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous actress then you are in for a little&lt;br /&gt;surpise. Cos its a show that is filled with&lt;br /&gt;brillant speech-play where Gwyneth often&lt;br /&gt;gets the better of Jude. In fact i should just&lt;br /&gt;stop it now and just encourage you guys to&lt;br /&gt;go catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, 10 minutes into the movie&lt;br /&gt;and you might start expecting Batman to&lt;br /&gt;appear cos its so Gotham-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-109716666692534492?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/109716666692534492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=109716666692534492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/109716666692534492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/109716666692534492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/10/movie-review-sky-captain-world-of.html' title='Movie Review: Sky Captain &amp; the world of tomorrow.'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-109699599497834343</id><published>2004-10-06T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T01:06:34.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October Fest.</title><content type='html'>Just returned from Octoberfest. Know whart that&lt;br /&gt;is? hahha. Gf and myself know thois chap from&lt;br /&gt;IS magazine (Heard of it?) And as a result we got&lt;br /&gt;VIP treatment, in otherwise free beer and German&lt;br /&gt;food! Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess wat.. after all dating my gf for 2 years&lt;br /&gt;odd, i fonally gt the courage to ask her Daf's&lt;br /&gt;permission to date her. I cant belioeve it. I hav e&lt;br /&gt;always been so intimidated by her dad. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So wat does that say.. booze gives u courage and&lt;br /&gt;momentary insanity to do the things u prob. would&lt;br /&gt;never have done! hahha. I hope her dada didnt&lt;br /&gt;realise i was drunk! Hahahha. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerly hope thios is a start of a meaningful&lt;br /&gt;relatrionship that lasts for a lifetime! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com"&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-109699599497834343?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/109699599497834343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=109699599497834343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/109699599497834343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/109699599497834343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/10/october-fest.html' title='October Fest.'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-109690865391693818</id><published>2004-10-05T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T00:56:27.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont be picky.. the following is a good case study.</title><content type='html'>Some nights ago, i arrange with a fren: L for&lt;br /&gt;supper. We were along the expressway heading&lt;br /&gt;for Geylang when L went "Dont talk to me, i&lt;br /&gt;need to concentrate." I was like "Concentrate?&lt;br /&gt;On?" But i just kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Geylang, i asked him. "What&lt;br /&gt;do you need to concentrate on?" He went,&lt;br /&gt;"Know i really need to go. I need a toilet fast!"&lt;br /&gt;"I need to concentrate to keep them in!" ok,&lt;br /&gt;not a problem i thought, there are toilets all&lt;br /&gt;around. But my picky friend wants a clean&lt;br /&gt;toilet that he can sit on and not squat over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine!" I said, no choice.. its got to be the Lion&lt;br /&gt;City hotel then since there aint no fast food&lt;br /&gt;restaurant around. And thats like a 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;drive away. So off we went. We parked&lt;br /&gt;next to Sing Song supermarket and walked&lt;br /&gt;briskly into the hotel. I pointed him in the&lt;br /&gt;direction and sat down on the couch. L walked&lt;br /&gt;to the door, gave it a shove and turned to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His expression says it all.. "Damn, Locked!"&lt;br /&gt;We panicked, the nearest toilet i can think of&lt;br /&gt;is the hawker centre across the road. We&lt;br /&gt;made a mad dash for it. It too was locked! I&lt;br /&gt;cracked my head and it has to be the Malay&lt;br /&gt;coffeshop left. I told him so. He looked at me&lt;br /&gt;and said "Its too late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we were, two 27 year olds. One with&lt;br /&gt;shit in his pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-109690865391693818?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/109690865391693818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=109690865391693818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/109690865391693818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/109690865391693818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/10/dont-be-picky-following-is-good-case.html' title='Dont be picky.. the following is a good case study.'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-109604024672996290</id><published>2004-09-24T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T23:37:26.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>What makes a man, a man?&lt;br /&gt;Not his origins. But the decisions he makes&lt;br /&gt;and stands by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-109604024672996290?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/109604024672996290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=109604024672996290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/109604024672996290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/109604024672996290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/09/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-109604006890332592</id><published>2004-09-24T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T23:34:28.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad, sick, killing myself slowly, achingly.</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile since i last posted anything here.&lt;br /&gt;It will be amazing if anyone even notices.  Some&lt;br /&gt;unhappy events have taken place since my last&lt;br /&gt;entry and its been most disturbing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-109604006890332592?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/109604006890332592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=109604006890332592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/109604006890332592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/109604006890332592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/09/sad-sick-killing-myself-slowly.html' title='sad, sick, killing myself slowly, achingly.'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108889063939477933</id><published>2004-07-04T05:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T05:37:19.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterbar</title><content type='html'>Just got home. Had a good shower, still having a &lt;br /&gt;bad headache. Its the first time for me, tonight&lt;br /&gt;to enter a gay bar. Well strictly speaking, its&lt;br /&gt;no longer one cos you get girls and lesbians &lt;br /&gt;there too.. so you get a mixture. Its a joint&lt;br /&gt;located along Maxwell road near Duxton. That&lt;br /&gt;street is filled with nightspots and if you did&lt;br /&gt;not look carefully you would never have thought&lt;br /&gt;its a gay joint. Plus this one did not have the&lt;br /&gt;"flag".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still its been pretty cool. Quite an experience.&lt;br /&gt;From the guys or should i call them mamas' hee.&lt;br /&gt;It use to be a strictly gay hang-out. But of &lt;br /&gt;late, its acttracted all sorta fellas. But you&lt;br /&gt;see the cross-dressers, gays hugging and kissin.&lt;br /&gt;Lesbians doing the same stuff etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "mamas'" are such a happening bunch. They &lt;br /&gt;look like your regular men and dress like any&lt;br /&gt;other dick you see on the streets but once they&lt;br /&gt;start talkin. Man! they can be so darn bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. they are a fun lot to hang out with. The&lt;br /&gt;lewrd jokes, their "broken-wrist" syndromes etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably write a bit more next time round. &lt;br /&gt;Headaches getting really bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108889063939477933?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108889063939477933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108889063939477933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108889063939477933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108889063939477933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/07/waterbar.html' title='Waterbar'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108861762256612352</id><published>2004-07-01T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T01:47:02.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a few days ago..</title><content type='html'>Gf called.. to buy a meal from Mcdonalds for her.&lt;br /&gt;So after work, not suspecting anything i returned&lt;br /&gt;home with a bag of Mcdonalds for dinner and boy&lt;br /&gt;was i in for a surpise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in the shower so i went into the kitchen &lt;br /&gt;to get myself a drink and thats when i heard jazz&lt;br /&gt;music. It took me a couple of seconds before &lt;br /&gt;realising that it didnt come from within the house&lt;br /&gt;but it was from the garden. Curious i peered &lt;br /&gt;outside and in the garden was a table decked out&lt;br /&gt;with food, wine in the ice-bucket and candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the main course was steak and it was&lt;br /&gt;kindda burnt thats why she got me to buy dinner&lt;br /&gt;back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so didnt see this coming.. Thanks dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108861762256612352?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108861762256612352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108861762256612352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108861762256612352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108861762256612352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/07/few-days-ago.html' title='a few days ago..'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108861689212137959</id><published>2004-07-01T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T01:34:52.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Source: Suria</title><content type='html'>"Men is programmed for violence by his own&lt;br /&gt;culture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108861689212137959?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108861689212137959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108861689212137959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108861689212137959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108861689212137959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/07/source-suria.html' title='Source: Suria'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108784002826039291</id><published>2004-06-22T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T01:48:01.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know?</title><content type='html'>As asians, we are usually dark-haired. Quite&lt;br /&gt;often, it is black. Quite naturally so are&lt;br /&gt;our pubic hair. For short, lets address pubic&lt;br /&gt;hair as "Pubi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know/ Are you aware that blondes &lt;br /&gt;generally do that have golden brown pubi? &lt;br /&gt;Quite often they are a darker shade of brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know/ Are you aware that its is usually&lt;br /&gt;the redheads who have red pubi? Aahh, bet &lt;br /&gt;you'll never quite look at red-heads quite &lt;br /&gt;the same ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been Jo zach, signing off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108784002826039291?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108784002826039291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108784002826039291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108784002826039291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108784002826039291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/06/do-you-know.html' title='Do you know?'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108775231036282903</id><published>2004-06-21T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T01:25:10.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy moves..</title><content type='html'>Whats it with people? &lt;br /&gt;Many of us loves to dance. Be it what people &lt;br /&gt;call ballroom dancing, ballet, in-line, salsa &lt;br /&gt;or whatever the hot dance moves we engage in at &lt;br /&gt;Zouk or Centro. Of course, we all not created&lt;br /&gt;equal. Some of us move better then the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with the girls. In my personal &lt;br /&gt;opinion, the girls are born to dance. Their&lt;br /&gt;sensual body curves coupled with sleek movement&lt;br /&gt;never fails to drive a man's hormones into &lt;br /&gt;overdrive. The way they sway their body, flick&lt;br /&gt;their hair.. Ggrrh, hot-stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And us men, sad to say many us cant dance for&lt;br /&gt;peanuts. I recall an NS friend of mine who &lt;br /&gt;dances like a boxer, constantly swinging his &lt;br /&gt;arms.. pathetic. Dont even know if that can be&lt;br /&gt;considered as dancing. It doesnt matter if are&lt;br /&gt;an Ang Mo or Ci-A-Beng.. I repeat most men cant&lt;br /&gt;dance. The majority i come across in a clubbing&lt;br /&gt;scene are just well-dressed looking chaps who&lt;br /&gt;are failures are matching their gfs at dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, what is considered as HOT and &lt;br /&gt;probably cool would be a guy and a girl with&lt;br /&gt;either their pelvis or buttocks stuck close to&lt;br /&gt;each other and gyrating to the same beat like&lt;br /&gt;they were making out or something.. Dont you&lt;br /&gt;see that often? I do. Somehow, to be seen as &lt;br /&gt;cool, fun and happening this always has to&lt;br /&gt;happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was with F,C and L. 3 rather attractive girls&lt;br /&gt;last night. Myself and R, this collegue of &lt;br /&gt;mine. We were just dancing and the 3 girls were&lt;br /&gt;really swaying away aggressively and before &lt;br /&gt;long we were engaging in that too. It might &lt;br /&gt;seem fun then, but on hindsight i just feel so&lt;br /&gt;damn dumb. Was it really sexy? ya, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;But not when all 5 of us are attached and mind&lt;br /&gt;you, not to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, what was i thinking? haha, stupid us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108775231036282903?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108775231036282903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108775231036282903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108775231036282903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108775231036282903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/06/sexy-moves.html' title='Sexy moves..'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108723681471180790</id><published>2004-06-15T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T02:15:56.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy..</title><content type='html'>Been really busy these days and havent quite &lt;br /&gt;been able to finish what i really want to do.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. 24 hrs a day is really pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thks to Jack Neo's movie, hokkein is like&lt;br /&gt;the in-thinggy right now so.. &lt;br /&gt;24 hrs a day tor4 lo1 gao3? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108723681471180790?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108723681471180790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108723681471180790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108723681471180790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108723681471180790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/06/busy.html' title='Busy..'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108723709510723341</id><published>2004-06-14T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T01:27:40.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The United Kingdom</title><content type='html'>This AJ friend of ours just came back  from his&lt;br /&gt;term break from his law studies in (Shall only &lt;br /&gt;mentionthat its somewhere in the vicinity of &lt;br /&gt;Birmingham).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought back as a gift for us a mini little &lt;br /&gt;bottle of de-odoriser more commonly known as &lt;br /&gt;"popper" back in the UK. Now its not because we &lt;br /&gt;have really bad feet or terrible odours, mind &lt;br /&gt;you. You are suppose to raise the "popper" up &lt;br /&gt;to your nose, press on one side of your nostril&lt;br /&gt;and deeply inhaled the fumes through your &lt;br /&gt;remaining hole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it do? One might ask.. Well, lets just &lt;br /&gt;say his bf and him uses it to get a new high &lt;br /&gt;while having sex. Whoa! I tried it and it sure &lt;br /&gt;as hell feels pretty fine! Hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108723709510723341?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108723709510723341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108723709510723341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108723709510723341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108723709510723341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/06/united-kingdom.html' title='The United Kingdom'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108645799989276550</id><published>2004-06-06T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T01:53:19.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma friends..</title><content type='html'>Had our usual pool outing earlier with the &lt;br /&gt;usual culprits, D and M. After just a couple&lt;br /&gt;of games, M had to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See M had this really odd relationship wi. &lt;br /&gt;these 2 girls. Lets all them A and B. He started &lt;br /&gt;out with A but after some time fell for B. So&lt;br /&gt;he broke up with A. Some months later, he got&lt;br /&gt;back together with A cos he missed her so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, B is his workplace collegue and at this&lt;br /&gt;stage, she starts to reciprocate his advances.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, he broke up with A to be with B.&lt;br /&gt;That was just 3 months ago. Now, he feels B &lt;br /&gt;aint the right girl for him and desperately &lt;br /&gt;wants A back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after like 5 rounds of pool, he left to &lt;br /&gt;meet up with A. Good luck pal.. you so ask for &lt;br /&gt;it. *evil grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with nothing left to do (cos our game &lt;br /&gt;requires at least 3 players) me and D left&lt;br /&gt;the pool parlor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when he updated me on his love story.&lt;br /&gt;See D is having a sexual relationship with&lt;br /&gt;this collegue of his who is due to ROM soon&lt;br /&gt;with their boss. Cool ah. I use to think he&lt;br /&gt;must have hated his own boss thats why he &lt;br /&gt;made him a cuckoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, he told me hes been dating this &lt;br /&gt;other collegue recently. So i asked him if&lt;br /&gt;hes serious abt this new chick? and what&lt;br /&gt;abt his 'scandal'. His reply; " Dont worry&lt;br /&gt;la, no way will the scandal say anything &lt;br /&gt;cos shes got too much at risk. " Cool ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108645799989276550?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108645799989276550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108645799989276550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108645799989276550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108645799989276550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/06/ma-friends.html' title='Ma friends..'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108593773941377759</id><published>2004-05-31T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T01:26:59.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mohd. Sultan</title><content type='html'>Was a little apprehensive when my collegue, X &lt;br /&gt;asked if i wanna join him and this previous &lt;br /&gt;collegue of ours, C for a night out. Reason &lt;br /&gt;being: 1) im trying to save up for a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;2) i dont know her friends and how the night&lt;br /&gt;would turn out to be.. it would really be&lt;br /&gt;shitty you know.. cooped up in a smokey and&lt;br /&gt;noisy confine and the people there aint the&lt;br /&gt;least friendly. Then i could have been better&lt;br /&gt;off sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after much consideration i thought &lt;br /&gt;what the heck.. you know, havent been out &lt;br /&gt;socialising for quite awhile now and its time&lt;br /&gt;i put my rusty 'charms':) to the test. I &lt;br /&gt;decided to meet up with X after all before &lt;br /&gt;proceeding down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a birthday celebration for &lt;br /&gt;C and the girls, a total of 5 of them had &lt;br /&gt;already taken up 2 tables and opened a bottle&lt;br /&gt;of JD. And the best part.. Not a guy in sight,&lt;br /&gt;they didnt have any male friends with them..&lt;br /&gt;Hee, i was pratically rubbing my hands in glee!&lt;br /&gt;haha kidding again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out to be a pretty good night out. I &lt;br /&gt;was initially worrried.. you know when you meet&lt;br /&gt;a bunch of people you have never met in your&lt;br /&gt;entire life, especially in a setting such as a&lt;br /&gt;night spot. How would they respond to you? &lt;br /&gt;Hostile? cold? Unfriendly? Would i come across&lt;br /&gt;as a lecherous A-Beng or something? Haha &lt;br /&gt;Scenarios like.. cracking some jokes that you&lt;br /&gt;thought was hilarious but everyone else thought&lt;br /&gt;it was dumb quickly came to mind. After all, &lt;br /&gt;gotto understand.. im happily attached and i &lt;br /&gt;havent try to make small talk with another girl&lt;br /&gt;in a pub setting in perhaps a year odd! Gee, &lt;br /&gt;whats becoming of you.. haaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow it really was no problem, the girls&lt;br /&gt;were all 25 except for Cin whos 28 and has got 3&lt;br /&gt;daughters.. trust me, she didnt look like one. &lt;br /&gt;In fact, i was kindda like checking her out. &lt;br /&gt;Theres A whos 25 and has a 6 year old daughter!&lt;br /&gt;whoa girls are really getting married young huh.&lt;br /&gt;Booze was flowing, we were all puffing away and&lt;br /&gt;laughing, dancing. It was a good night. Even &lt;br /&gt;though 4 of C's guy friends turned out later on,&lt;br /&gt;X and myself were still having quite a bit of&lt;br /&gt;fun. Must be the booze la! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know this recent relaxation of bartop &lt;br /&gt;dancing thinggy. Cin and i was like stoning from&lt;br /&gt;all the booze and we were just kindda propped up&lt;br /&gt;against the wall and on the bartop was like fella&lt;br /&gt;'attempting' to dance. His friends were like &lt;br /&gt;cheering him on. Haiz, no doubt courageous and &lt;br /&gt;no im not trying to be mean.. i can totally &lt;br /&gt;accept an ordinary fella who might not be much of&lt;br /&gt;dancer but is up there purely to enjoy himself but&lt;br /&gt;not when he / she thinks they are the hottest &lt;br /&gt;creature that god has ever created to hit the &lt;br /&gt;dance floor! He was disgusting the way he moves &lt;br /&gt;and hoards the bartop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yucks Maybe the parliament or goverment or stat. &lt;br /&gt;board or anyone should come up with a ruling that&lt;br /&gt;forbides these 'performers' from being up there &lt;br /&gt;for longer then a period of 10 minutes. Repeat&lt;br /&gt;offenders shall be flogged in public and &lt;br /&gt;imprisoned for not lesser then a 7 days or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108593773941377759?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108593773941377759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108593773941377759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108593773941377759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108593773941377759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/05/mohd-sultan.html' title='Mohd. Sultan'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108551680371626176</id><published>2004-05-26T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T04:28:12.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate: Unknown??</title><content type='html'>Gf says shes gonna further her studies abroad in &lt;br /&gt;2 years time. Hmm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108551680371626176?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108551680371626176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108551680371626176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108551680371626176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108551680371626176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/05/fate-unknown.html' title='Fate: Unknown??'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108522682084124338</id><published>2004-05-22T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T00:22:42.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another movie review: Troy</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotto confess, I entered the cinema constantly&lt;br /&gt;thinking.. O dear, the gf's gonna be like so &lt;br /&gt;damn bored. All that fighting, blood, gore &lt;br /&gt;and history.. I couldnt be more wrong. Just &lt;br /&gt;read on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of using their screen names, lets &lt;br /&gt;just stick to their names that we know them &lt;br /&gt;by huh. Ok. Good, cos I sure as hell couldnt &lt;br /&gt;spell them.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie goes like this.. Young horny fella, &lt;br /&gt;Orlando falls for beautiful Helen and sleeps &lt;br /&gt;with her. Iregardless of fact that shes &lt;br /&gt;someone else's wife, he runs home with her, &lt;br /&gt;couldnt be bothered less that it could well &lt;br /&gt;stir up a war that his family could not hope &lt;br /&gt;to win. As a result, all of Greece went to &lt;br /&gt;war.. thus the phrase; The face that launches &lt;br /&gt;a thousand ships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me.. Helen looks pretty ordinary &lt;br /&gt;at the start of the show but somehow.. once &lt;br /&gt;she arrives at Troy, she looks awesome, &lt;br /&gt;almost like she had a makeover or something.&lt;br /&gt;Must be the air in Troy being fresher or &lt;br /&gt;something.. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; *drum rolls.. 2 nations goes to war over a&lt;br /&gt;girl. Now you may say ah.. u bloody unromantic!&lt;br /&gt;Cos you probably detected by now that I so &lt;br /&gt;cant stand that Orlando fella cos I think he &lt;br /&gt;just looks like a freaking wussy! Now thats &lt;br /&gt;absoultely true! bt also because of the fact &lt;br /&gt;that his actions caused the start of a war &lt;br /&gt;that left tens of thousands dead, Troy burnt&lt;br /&gt;to the ground, the death of his brother and &lt;br /&gt;father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I believe in giving for Love, such&lt;br /&gt;a hefty price to pay for a beautiful companion,&lt;br /&gt;Helen is way too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my gf, my early worries were simply &lt;br /&gt;unfounded. She was absolutley stuck to the &lt;br /&gt;screen, now who can blame her.. all that &lt;br /&gt;muscles, biceps, 6 packs, bronze skin.. Im &lt;br /&gt;starting to think the movie should be &lt;br /&gt;tittled; "Troy and the half-naked men who &lt;br /&gt;fights for it". Wats all that skin for? I dont &lt;br /&gt;get it. I guess sex sells.. ah..&lt;br /&gt;*much enlightened now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, for all that hype.. the movie for me &lt;br /&gt;was an absolute letdown. The plot was pathetic,&lt;br /&gt;the characters in the movie seems to have &lt;br /&gt;brains the size of peas. For instance, why &lt;br /&gt;would you wanna wheel in a disgusting black&lt;br /&gt;wooden horse for? esp. if its been in an &lt;br /&gt;epidemic camp? Stupid. I hear someone argue;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, its wheeled into the city of Troy as a&lt;br /&gt;wall trophy!" O yea, that only goes to prove&lt;br /&gt;my point. Normal people keep things like &lt;br /&gt;sports medals or certificates as trophies. Or&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the Star search awards or an oscar or&lt;br /&gt;something.. a huge horse made from rotting&lt;br /&gt;wood? Those people are idiots :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a darn waste of time and yes, you guessed&lt;br /&gt;it right. Im just a fat, outta shape, &lt;br /&gt;disgusting male. Pretty much the opposite of&lt;br /&gt;an Alpha male. Maybe im just plain jealous huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 outta 5 stars. Alrite maybe just 1 &amp; 1/5 &lt;br /&gt;outta 5. For making me look like an obese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;br /&gt;$15 each.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108522682084124338?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108522682084124338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108522682084124338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108522682084124338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108522682084124338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/05/another-movie-review-troy.html' title='Another movie review: Troy'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108520690526663531</id><published>2004-05-22T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T14:23:18.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love's a curse - a sexy curse." </title><content type='html'>Tim wheeler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108520690526663531?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108520690526663531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108520690526663531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108520690526663531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108520690526663531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/05/loves-curse-sexy-curse.html' title='&quot;Love&apos;s a curse - a sexy curse.&quot; '/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108481181875972346</id><published>2004-05-17T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T00:36:58.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>      we're gonna walk on home&lt;br /&gt;   you're not gonna walk alone&lt;br /&gt;  we're gonna see this through&lt;br /&gt;  dont let anything get to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; love is good and love is kind&lt;br /&gt;love is kind and love is blind&lt;br /&gt; love is good and love is mine&lt;br /&gt;    love is drunk all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108481181875972346?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108481181875972346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108481181875972346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108481181875972346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108481181875972346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/05/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108480900166574061</id><published>2004-05-17T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T23:52:44.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im sorry.</title><content type='html'>Very simply put, there are 2 types of people in&lt;br /&gt;this world. The 'MAKE IT' and 'CANNOT MAKE IT'.&lt;br /&gt;Take note, its 'MAKE IT' and not 'MADE IT'. Im&lt;br /&gt;just a lowly office worker! I believe I belong&lt;br /&gt;to the former category of 'MAKE IT'. Cos I know &lt;br /&gt;even if shit comes my way I'll just enter into&lt;br /&gt;my own shell and make my way thru it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be a hard-working fella and like all&lt;br /&gt;humans, I have days when I feel really down. But&lt;br /&gt;no matter what happens I believe Im strong enough&lt;br /&gt;to cope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other half gave me a call today. Right away, &lt;br /&gt;I sensed somethings amissed. She sounded really&lt;br /&gt;awful, then she said~ Dear, Im very tired. By&lt;br /&gt;which she refers to her job. And I believe that&lt;br /&gt;extends to all aspects of her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, I wish I could take you away from the &lt;br /&gt;mundane and monotonous life im certain most &lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans live thru. I wish I could take you&lt;br /&gt;away to a temperate country where you dont have&lt;br /&gt;to work on average 10 hours aday. Where we can&lt;br /&gt;actually get up from bed and not rush to work &lt;br /&gt;but hand in hand we can go and smell the flowers,&lt;br /&gt;watch the birds and have a picnic somewhere. I &lt;br /&gt;wish I could really pamper you like the princess&lt;br /&gt;that you are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, Im sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108480900166574061?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108480900166574061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108480900166574061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108480900166574061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108480900166574061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/05/im-sorry.html' title='Im sorry.'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108415703802630733</id><published>2004-05-10T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T10:43:58.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie..  alrite fine, Chick Review: Ella Enchanted.</title><content type='html'>Been watching so many movies of late, somebody&lt;br /&gt;should pay me to do movie reviews. *Anyone&lt;br /&gt;whos in the industry* Im really affordable. I &lt;br /&gt;may not do a good job at it but hey, Im cheap!&lt;br /&gt;say $2 a review. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie, Ella Enchanted hasnt hit the &lt;br /&gt;screens yet but the well-connected dude that I&lt;br /&gt;am.. hee managed to watch it first. Perhaps &lt;br /&gt;the first few thousands the world over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont even pretend that this is gonna be a &lt;br /&gt;movie review thinggy cos it isnt. This is all&lt;br /&gt;about Anne Hathaway. The movie is.. kindda &lt;br /&gt;like Shrek except its not in a cartoon format.&lt;br /&gt;They have got real life actors. In the movie&lt;br /&gt;theres kings, princes, orges, elves, fairies&lt;br /&gt;and so on. In short, its a melting pot of &lt;br /&gt;comedy, Love, teeny-poppy stuff, feel good &lt;br /&gt;kindda movie set in a fantasy- medival times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay, now.. Anne Hathaway. Shes everything a&lt;br /&gt;man would want in a woman. If every man can&lt;br /&gt;go out to the mall and buy themselves a &lt;br /&gt;partner. I have a feeling everyones partner &lt;br /&gt;would look just like her. Ok, maybe its just&lt;br /&gt;me. But seriously, what more can you ask for&lt;br /&gt;shes like gorgeous! Long curvy hair, great &lt;br /&gt;body *alrite Im superficial but honestly,&lt;br /&gt;shes incredible-looking. Coming from a fella&lt;br /&gt;whos always thought Asians were far prettier&lt;br /&gt;and more exotic-looking and the 'Ang Mos' &lt;br /&gt;all kindda look the same, this is a major&lt;br /&gt;compliment and indication shes HOT! She &lt;br /&gt;almost looks like a young Liv Tyler, well at&lt;br /&gt;least in the movie anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outta 5 stars, this movie deserves a 4. If&lt;br /&gt;it had starred some other actress. Then im&lt;br /&gt;sorry, it would have gathered at max. a 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget to mention, we had a buffet &lt;br /&gt;breakfast at the reception area before the &lt;br /&gt;movie. And then.. Lunch at the Singapore &lt;br /&gt;Recreational Club, tea at the Swissotel, &lt;br /&gt;chocolates from Goldiva followed by more&lt;br /&gt;chocolates at the Esplanade, Dinner at the&lt;br /&gt;Thai Express and "Soon Kway" for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satistfaction Level: 10/ 10&lt;br /&gt;Finace Level: Burnt!&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 70kg&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108415703802630733?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108415703802630733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108415703802630733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108415703802630733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108415703802630733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/05/movie-alrite-fine-chick-review-ella.html' title='Movie..  alrite fine, Chick Review: Ella Enchanted.'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108389636661134187</id><published>2004-05-07T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T10:23:53.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heavy-Butt-Man Vol.2!</title><content type='html'>Then again, dont sit your cute little ass down so&lt;br /&gt;gingerly till people around you think you have&lt;br /&gt;piles or something. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108389636661134187?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108389636661134187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108389636661134187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108389636661134187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108389636661134187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/05/heavy-butt-man-vol2.html' title='The Heavy-Butt-Man Vol.2!'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108374483107026667</id><published>2004-05-05T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T10:19:56.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heavy-Butt-Man!</title><content type='html'>Are you guilty of the following..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A phenomenon I have noticed for years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My office is (Hallelujah) just a couple of blocks&lt;br /&gt;away from my residence. So quite obviously I&lt;br /&gt;stroll to work. But today, I had to attend a &lt;br /&gt;meeting over at another location and as a &lt;br /&gt;result I had to take the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you fellas out like me.. who take buses. &lt;br /&gt;Watch out for this occurance which I am &lt;br /&gt;certain you too are guilty of or has suffered as&lt;br /&gt;a 'victim' before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on bus service 23 this morning, minding &lt;br /&gt;my own bussiness, reading my notes as the &lt;br /&gt;bus trodded along our crowded roads. As the &lt;br /&gt;bus drew into the bus bay outside Temasek &lt;br /&gt;Polytechnic I couldnt help but look at all the &lt;br /&gt;young girls busy getting up from their seats &lt;br /&gt;to alight. Hee.. I know most guys are guilty &lt;br /&gt;of this but that is not what this is all about. &lt;br /&gt;Just in front of me was a lady in her mid-20s,&lt;br /&gt;executive looking, dressed neatly in her black&lt;br /&gt;attire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this.. A man just boarded the bus, he &lt;br /&gt;"beeped" his ez-link card and stands scanning&lt;br /&gt;the bus for an appropriate seat. His gaze &lt;br /&gt;"locks" on the empty seat beside the pretty&lt;br /&gt;executive in front of me and happily walked &lt;br /&gt;over. He then performed a quick-well-executed&lt;br /&gt;turn and just "threw his entire buttocks" down&lt;br /&gt;beside her. The moment that big piece of lard &lt;br /&gt;hits the chair, the poor lady just took off from &lt;br /&gt;her seat. A second later, when she eventually &lt;br /&gt;landed. Not a word was spoken as she dipped &lt;br /&gt;her head and resumed her sleep while that&lt;br /&gt;block-head just opened his papers and started &lt;br /&gt;reading. Everthing took place so fast and it &lt;br /&gt;seems like theres absolutely nothing out of &lt;br /&gt;place. Is this part and parcel of of the entire&lt;br /&gt;experience of taking a bus ride? Is this unquie&lt;br /&gt;only to our island republic? Hmm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, have you been guilty of that?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me also, have you been "bounced" off &lt;br /&gt;your chair by some goon who thinks he/ she&lt;br /&gt;probably weighs only 1/10 of their body weight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find this ridiculously funny and truely &lt;br /&gt;stupid and can be avoided.. then lets keep in&lt;br /&gt;mind, the next time we 'park' our buttocks..&lt;br /&gt;Do it gently, with grace and lightly. Theres &lt;br /&gt;absolutely no need to anouce to the fella next &lt;br /&gt;to you; "Hey, im here and im gonna sit next &lt;br /&gt;to you! And I dont give a damn whether you &lt;br /&gt;like it or not!" by sending that poor fella &lt;br /&gt;airbone, abeit for only a split second."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108374483107026667?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108374483107026667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108374483107026667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108374483107026667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108374483107026667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/05/heavy-butt-man.html' title='The Heavy-Butt-Man!'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108355988905160297</id><published>2004-05-03T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T12:55:49.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Kill Bill 2</title><content type='html'>I have to declare that I have never watched any of&lt;br /&gt;Quertin Torantino movies before (That means no&lt;br /&gt;Reservoir dogs, no Pulp fiction, not even Kill Bill 1)&lt;br /&gt;What a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Kill Bill 2 last night. Man it sure as hell&lt;br /&gt;was cheesy, sexist, funny yet superbly brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;The show starts starts off in black and white. &lt;br /&gt;Giving it a classic feel, sending one back to the &lt;br /&gt;1930s Hollywood feel.. Ya abeit a little slow, and &lt;br /&gt;I was starting to think whats all the big hoo-ha &lt;br /&gt;about it, all that rave reviews and stuff. I was so&lt;br /&gt;wrong... As the show progresses, all the cues&lt;br /&gt;and stuff of a big cult movie was there. Some-&lt;br /&gt;times, it seems a little over the top even a little&lt;br /&gt;surreal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna give too much away but the fight &lt;br /&gt;scene in the trailer was fantastic, the (act-cool)&lt;br /&gt;poses, the sword-fights, the eye ball.. hee. And&lt;br /&gt;how everyone laughed when you see the &lt;br /&gt;'see-fu/ master' hahaha. Okay, got to rush off&lt;br /&gt;for lunch.. so end it really abrupt now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 words, "Go watch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108355988905160297?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108355988905160297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108355988905160297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108355988905160297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108355988905160297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/05/movie-review-kill-bill-2.html' title='Movie Review: Kill Bill 2'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108331505896298655</id><published>2004-04-30T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T16:55:17.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend</title><content type='html'>Flashback to the year.. hmm let me see &lt;br /&gt;1977 + 13 = 1990 okay, flashback to the year&lt;br /&gt;1990. I was 13 years of age then, sec.1 attending&lt;br /&gt;St Hilda's Secondary school. It was a good year, I &lt;br /&gt;was never quite comfortable nor chatty in primary &lt;br /&gt;school. Let me explain why was it a good year. St&lt;br /&gt;Hilda's Sec was previously located in Katong and it&lt;br /&gt;was once an all-girls school. After it relocated itself&lt;br /&gt;in Tampines, it started taking in guys. I so happen&lt;br /&gt;to be one of the guys *duh and only the second &lt;br /&gt;batch taken in so the gender ratio is like so in my&lt;br /&gt;favour *heehee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, as with all freshmen.. theres always like &lt;br /&gt;all the ECA groups trying hard to 'recruit' you. So&lt;br /&gt;what happens is the different ECA groups would&lt;br /&gt;go around all the classes to 'recruit' us. So one &lt;br /&gt;day, a bunch of the sweetest, cutest girls I ever&lt;br /&gt;laid my eyes on walked into my classroom and &lt;br /&gt;captured the eyes, attention, hearts and minds &lt;br /&gt;and what else have you.. of all the fellas in class. &lt;br /&gt;They were from the St Johns Ambulance Brigade. &lt;br /&gt;What happened next was chaotic, guys were &lt;br /&gt;charging to the front to join the SJAB. Result;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 of the class guys were eventually with the St&lt;br /&gt;Johns. Guess it helps that the uniform then was&lt;br /&gt;exactly what the nurses wear in those jap porn &lt;br /&gt;flicks. The nurse uniform, complete with the zip &lt;br /&gt;down the middle as well as that nurse-headgear.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that was how I too became a member of that&lt;br /&gt;organisation. Needless to say, the recruitment &lt;br /&gt;drive was a sucess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, in class was this girl (Lets call her P)&lt;br /&gt;who too joined the St Johns. Her pa owned the&lt;br /&gt;chain of Seoul Gardens restaurant then so &lt;br /&gt;almost every Saturday we went there for makan&lt;br /&gt;or just relax over at her place in Telok Kurau &lt;br /&gt;where her maid would prepare pasta for us. Life&lt;br /&gt;was good then. Not a care in the world, girls &lt;br /&gt;were young and innocent, boys being boys just&lt;br /&gt;couldnt keep our hands to ourselves. We could&lt;br /&gt;just run around, play and perspire. (Today, you&lt;br /&gt;try and play hide and seek with your collegues la&lt;br /&gt;see what happens.. the security guard in the &lt;br /&gt;building you work in would probably ring up &lt;br /&gt;Woodbridge) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall.. her folks have this pair of samurai &lt;br /&gt;swords on this cabinet and we just love to play&lt;br /&gt;with them and that usually translates to us guys&lt;br /&gt;chasing each other, clanking our swords and&lt;br /&gt;virtually fighting it out like in medival times. Way&lt;br /&gt;Cool!! until one day, when her mum came up to &lt;br /&gt;me and she said.. Are you the one whos been &lt;br /&gt;playing with our swords? Do you know how much&lt;br /&gt;they cost? Take a look at the hilt and you'll notice&lt;br /&gt;a part of it has been chipped off.. and I was there&lt;br /&gt;welding the sword in my right hand.. Opps.. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed those days and the companionship of &lt;br /&gt;those fellas. Anyhow.. Miss P called me up last&lt;br /&gt;night and shes coming back for a couple of weeks&lt;br /&gt;in July! Yippee cos shes been away in NZ since &lt;br /&gt;1996.. I think.. and we were such close friends &lt;br /&gt;then.. &amp; this is probably only the 3rd time shes &lt;br /&gt;back since that year. I know we have pretty much&lt;br /&gt;lived our own lives in different corners of the world&lt;br /&gt;for years but that didnt seem to be a factor when&lt;br /&gt;we talked last night. As the seconds past as we &lt;br /&gt;talked last night, the years just seemed to roll back.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Singapore pal.. even thou its only for&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108331505896298655?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108331505896298655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108331505896298655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108331505896298655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108331505896298655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/04/friend.html' title='A friend'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108329108222897369</id><published>2004-04-30T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T10:15:40.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger Beer</title><content type='html'>By the way, has anyone heard this one before? Is &lt;br /&gt;the creature depicted on the logo of the Tiger beer&lt;br /&gt;a male or female? Give it some thought k.. This &lt;br /&gt;riddle was like so popular years ago. Ans: Its a &lt;br /&gt;male. If its a female, then the advert's slogan would&lt;br /&gt;be "hey, give that man a TIGERESS".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, im pathetic and bored. HAHAAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108329108222897369?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108329108222897369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108329108222897369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108329108222897369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108329108222897369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/04/tiger-beer.html' title='Tiger Beer'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108303197195438988</id><published>2004-04-27T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T10:17:05.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing session.</title><content type='html'>Picked this up from some fella's blog. Thought it&lt;br /&gt;was plain hilarious.. in a slapstick kindda way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since thursday I have been excreting out blood &lt;br /&gt;alongside my faeces. Its terrible to see blood &lt;br /&gt;dripping outta ya ass because &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Colon cancer is the IN thing right now in the &lt;br /&gt;   cancer world.&lt;br /&gt;2)People like Murugan tell you stuff like how your&lt;br /&gt;   ass has lost its "virginity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to see a doctor today to check out &lt;br /&gt;what the heck was wrong with my ass (and at the&lt;br /&gt;same time, make full use of my long weekend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that the whole experience was pretty&lt;br /&gt;traumatic.I mean after telling him my problem, He &lt;br /&gt;gave me a smile (YES A SMILE! WTF MAN! if I HAD &lt;br /&gt;To peer into someone's ass at 8.30am in the morning&lt;br /&gt;theres no way Im gonna SMILE at you) before asking &lt;br /&gt;me to lie sideways on the funny bed thingy they have&lt;br /&gt;at clinics. He then proceeded to then put on this white&lt;br /&gt;rubber glove. It sorta fitted in with that snap sound &lt;br /&gt;you hear in the movies. It got pretty weird cos of the &lt;br /&gt;things the doctor said like "Ok open wide .. now dont&lt;br /&gt;move..this may hurt abit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasnt kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you (yes you the reader) ever wanted to shove &lt;br /&gt;something up my ass. Well congrats! You finally got &lt;br /&gt;your revenge. It was quick but painful. I cant really &lt;br /&gt;explain the feeling, it was like you suddenly feel &lt;br /&gt;something stuck up "there". That something then &lt;br /&gt;proceeds to move around like some hamster lost &lt;br /&gt;in some hole.Your brain then starts ringing the &lt;br /&gt;alarm bells screaming out the words "OUCH!!!" &lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse.. The doctor had applied &lt;br /&gt;some kind of cream around my anus and it sorta&lt;br /&gt;felt as if he had just shoved his whole dick in &lt;br /&gt;there and then ejaculated. Yes folks, figuratively&lt;br /&gt;speaking... I got ass fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few momments were blury.. All I &lt;br /&gt;remember was him passing me the M/C before&lt;br /&gt;he ushered me to the door. Polyclinics suck big &lt;br /&gt;time. Its friggin confusing I had no idea where to &lt;br /&gt;go and what to do since it was my first time there&lt;br /&gt;in a very long time (and most possibly my last)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorta feel like some cheat slut, getting fingered&lt;br /&gt;in the ass just to get my one day mc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108303197195438988?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108303197195438988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108303197195438988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108303197195438988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108303197195438988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/04/sharing-session.html' title='Sharing session.'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108297361190865786</id><published>2004-04-26T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T18:04:24.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Never Dies</title><content type='html'>Its been said that good music never dies..&lt;br /&gt;guess thats true so long as old geezers&lt;br /&gt;like myself are still around :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been kindda 'inspired' to write my own story&lt;br /&gt;after reading someone else's on his blog.&lt;br /&gt;Born in the year 1977 year of the snake,&lt;br /&gt;like many of my peers I spent the best time&lt;br /&gt;of my life~ Teenage years listening to GnR.&lt;br /&gt;* As I type, lyrics to civil war just keeps&lt;br /&gt;bouncing in my head. Visions of Axl Rose &lt;br /&gt;jumping around.. Wonder if he actually had &lt;br /&gt;his hair rebounded.. cos they are so damn&lt;br /&gt;straight! That was Secondary 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around that time, I also happened to pick up&lt;br /&gt;the guitar with my good chum in church. &lt;br /&gt;Stephen, my good man was the fella who &lt;br /&gt;introduced me to the good stuff. The 'Gods'&lt;br /&gt;of rock.. The Doors, Deep Purple, CCR, Jimi&lt;br /&gt;Hendrix, Eric Clapton.. These guys are like&lt;br /&gt;either old farts or long dead when I started&lt;br /&gt;listening to their cassettes *In case in didnt&lt;br /&gt;know what they are.. Man you are really young&lt;br /&gt;or am I really old. Ha. Bands of those days&lt;br /&gt;are really good with their guitars. Their guitar&lt;br /&gt;solo can stretch like 10 minutes.. I had always&lt;br /&gt;envisioned myself as a lead guitarist. They were&lt;br /&gt;my inspiration to pick up the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soon became one of those goons who started &lt;br /&gt;keeping shoulder-length hair, wearing black tees&lt;br /&gt;and most unforgiveable of all.. moving and tap-&lt;br /&gt;ping my feet to loud music on my headphones &lt;br /&gt;while on public transport. OMG*Swear it made &lt;br /&gt;sense then and it was so cool.. haha As I looked &lt;br /&gt;back.. I couldnt believe it.. But I cant say I &lt;br /&gt;regretted it either.. hell.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 90s, grunge arrived on the scene. While I &lt;br /&gt;do have a soft spot for 'smells like teen spirit'. It&lt;br /&gt;never quite had the same impact/ hold on me.&lt;br /&gt;It just didnt seem pure. Some even say Rock&lt;br /&gt;is starting to die as grunge ushers in the new&lt;br /&gt;millenium. Ha.. How untrue.. we see the recent&lt;br /&gt;hype on Gnr didnt we.. Mtv was like playing them &lt;br /&gt;every hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 90s, after much struggle.. I started to &lt;br /&gt;embrace the new age.. Sonic Youth, Smashing&lt;br /&gt;Pumkins.. Hell I even attended both their concerts&lt;br /&gt;in Singapore!! Yeaaah.. It sure rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then now, in the new millenium.. Just last&lt;br /&gt;night, I was singing softly to the 'All around the &lt;br /&gt;watchtower' Jimmi Hendrix.. Guess its come full&lt;br /&gt;circle. Perhaps Im just too old to take in anymore&lt;br /&gt;new stuff. Guess so long as we live, so do Rock.&lt;br /&gt;ROCK ON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108297361190865786?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108297361190865786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108297361190865786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108297361190865786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108297361190865786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/04/rock-never-dies.html' title='Rock Never Dies'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108285306824270209</id><published>2004-04-25T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T08:41:51.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn of the dead (Movie Review)</title><content type='html'>With a hotdog in my right hand, coke light in another, I  &lt;br /&gt;proceeded alone into the movie theatre on a Saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;Its been.. Gee I cant recall the last time I actually watched a&lt;br /&gt;movie all by myself. In fact.. Have I ever? *ponders ponders&lt;br /&gt;Alright wait before anyone screams LOSER!! I was there &lt;br /&gt;to wait for my beautiful half to knock off from work k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its actually kindda strange initially going to the movies&lt;br /&gt;all by myself but I soon got myself comfortable. Perhaps&lt;br /&gt;the yummy hotdog helped. Anyhow, the movie started&lt;br /&gt;really strong and scary and I was mentally giving myself a&lt;br /&gt;good pat on my shoulders congratulating myself on deciding&lt;br /&gt;to catch this. Story goes like this.. Somehow, the movie&lt;br /&gt;never explained why.. but dead people are biting the living&lt;br /&gt;and its turning them into the undead. And soon the undead&lt;br /&gt;outnumbers the living and they sought refuge in a shopping&lt;br /&gt;mall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when some humour comes into the movie. From what&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere. This was suppose to be re-make of an&lt;br /&gt;earlier classic. As the movie progressed on, more humour&lt;br /&gt;got injected into the movie and it starts to lose its scariness.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the snips the censorship board did were really starting &lt;br /&gt;to upset me big time. Inside source reveals that there &lt;br /&gt;were at least 16 snips in the entire movie. Man! I dont get &lt;br /&gt;it.. You know sometimes we pay good $ to go to to movies&lt;br /&gt;just so we can scare ourselves.. I know that didnt quite make &lt;br /&gt;sense but yea.. thats what we do.. Dont believe me, ask all&lt;br /&gt;fellas.. why do they bring their dates to horror flicks. AHH..&lt;br /&gt;Im sure you guys agree. Anyhow the movie was turning&lt;br /&gt;into a major letdown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the banners on its promotional movie posters reads &lt;br /&gt;'Watch the TERRIFYING first 10 mins at www.xxx.com.sg'.&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me.. I totally agree. Save your money folks. This&lt;br /&gt;film has got B-Grade stamped all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108285306824270209?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108285306824270209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108285306824270209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108285306824270209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108285306824270209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/04/dawn-of-dead-movie-review.html' title='Dawn of the dead (Movie Review)'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108257115299364541</id><published>2004-04-22T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T14:28:32.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tuesday</title><content type='html'>08:40 hrs Approx&lt;br /&gt;These days, the weathers turning real humid. Its around &lt;br /&gt;this time of the year that I really wish I aint a Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;Why cant I be born in a country with a cooler climate? Due&lt;br /&gt;to my schedule for the rest of the day, I decided to put on&lt;br /&gt;a singlet under my business shirt before heading to work. &lt;br /&gt;Hate it when I perspire and the bloddy shirt starts clinging &lt;br /&gt;to my back. Hate it when I have the water-splashed-on-me&lt;br /&gt;-look when I eventually get to the office. *ended up looking&lt;br /&gt;pretty much like an uncle, I think.. guess u can call me &lt;br /&gt;Uncle Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 Approx. &lt;br /&gt;Went for a puff with the guys and discovered all 3 of us &lt;br /&gt;are wearing blue! Sheesh hate it when that happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:15&lt;br /&gt;Left my office for the head office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14:00&lt;br /&gt;Met the HR manager. I was invited to share my experience&lt;br /&gt;working at my current place at a recruitment talk. This &lt;br /&gt;was my second time, guess the 1st time round, the &lt;br /&gt;management must have figured that my acting skills were &lt;br /&gt;pretty good and decided to use me again. I sat there with&lt;br /&gt;the HR exec.s while the manager gave the applicants an &lt;br /&gt;introduction to the scheme. Man, I almost fell asleep. This &lt;br /&gt;manager has got to have the most boring voice I have &lt;br /&gt;ever come across. Monotonous, without any pitch at all...&lt;br /&gt;It was like Yada yada..da..yada.. makes chanting sounds &lt;br /&gt;like fun. Then it was my turn to take over the stage. &amp; &lt;br /&gt;the liar in me promptly took over.. At this point in time,&lt;br /&gt;I wish to apologise to all the applicants that if you had&lt;br /&gt;joined us cos you were swayed by my account of life in&lt;br /&gt;this organisation, I can only... say sorry. But what said&lt;br /&gt;were all true, I didnt lie.. Its just that I kindda played &lt;br /&gt;with the words and painted a rosier picture.. thats all..&lt;br /&gt;what was I to do.. I couldnt have said.. XXX is a stupid&lt;br /&gt;place, dont even consider joining us right? Hope you &lt;br /&gt;guys can understand. Hey, forgive and forget okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15:30&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Mr R for a smoke, ran into Miss E, Miss F&lt;br /&gt;and Miss A. Hmm..never knew Miss A could look as &lt;br /&gt;yummy as she did today.. Tainted lenses, dark &lt;br /&gt;rebonded hair, dresses in a pair of causal sandals &lt;br /&gt;and what looks like a sarong.. she looks like she just &lt;br /&gt;came back from Bali or something. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16:00&lt;br /&gt;Attended a meeting with about 10 other executives&lt;br /&gt;from various departments. You see, the orgainisa-&lt;br /&gt;tion I work for is working towards obtaining a &lt;br /&gt;benchmark, standard or certificate.. something along &lt;br /&gt;the lines of ISO9001. And this meeting is held &lt;br /&gt;specifically for us so that in a few days time when &lt;br /&gt;the independent assesors/ auditors come down to &lt;br /&gt;assess the organisation and interview us.. we would &lt;br /&gt;know exactly what to say and what not to. Isnt &lt;br /&gt;that incredible? Firstly, this certification that the &lt;br /&gt;organisation is trying to acheive aint some dumb&lt;br /&gt;mickey mouse stuff. Its suppose to be widely &lt;br /&gt;respected and they are like telling us.. O dont &lt;br /&gt;tell them that we dont practice this thinggy &lt;br /&gt;here la.. try to be smart and smoke them a little..&lt;br /&gt;I was like.. I couldnt believe my ears. Plus they &lt;br /&gt;even know that the 10 of us would be the &lt;br /&gt;selected ones chosen on the day for the &lt;br /&gt;interview when it should have be a situation &lt;br /&gt;of random picking. Ha.. What a joke! Its like the&lt;br /&gt;bookies at work.. before the match gets &lt;br /&gt;underway, they already know what the eventual&lt;br /&gt;scoreline would be.. match-fixing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess thats always been the case with &lt;br /&gt;everything in life huh. As a particularly famous &lt;br /&gt;playwright by the name of William once said.. &lt;br /&gt;"All the life's a stage.. and we all but actors" &lt;br /&gt;or something like that. By the way, it aint &lt;br /&gt;William Hung.. You nitwit! Life's but just a big&lt;br /&gt;wayang.. we are all pretending and acting.. You&lt;br /&gt;can dowhatever you want but just dont get &lt;br /&gt;caught...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18:15 Approx.&lt;br /&gt;Borders, meeting up with gf later for Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, reading a book titled 1401.. Most &lt;br /&gt;fascinating.. Talks about Emperor Zhu Di and &lt;br /&gt;the eunich Zheng He and the might of China in&lt;br /&gt;the 15th century... How incredibly advanced &lt;br /&gt;China was.. then.. compared to the rest of the &lt;br /&gt;world. For instance when the King of England, &lt;br /&gt;I think it was Henry V.. got married, there were&lt;br /&gt;600 guests. But when the Emperor of China &lt;br /&gt;greeted his foreign guests, there were a tens of&lt;br /&gt;thousands of dignitaries at his court who sat &lt;br /&gt;thru a 10 course meal! When the imperial &lt;br /&gt;chinese fleet set sail, it was the world's largest &lt;br /&gt;armada ever. Had the navies of the known world&lt;br /&gt;come together, the Chinese fleet would have &lt;br /&gt;just swept them aside. Wow! I was like totally &lt;br /&gt;blown away. I mean, I knew all this while China &lt;br /&gt;was really advanced at one point in time before&lt;br /&gt;Europe's renassaince age.. I just didnt know &lt;br /&gt;they were that advanced. Another example, the&lt;br /&gt;Chinese fleet were armed with guns, cannons, &lt;br /&gt;incedinary weapons while European fleets were&lt;br /&gt;still armed with bows and arrows. For a history &lt;br /&gt;buff like me, it was a most interesting read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19:15 Approx&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:30&lt;br /&gt;Movies, 50 first kisses. Go and watch the movie! &lt;br /&gt;I sincerly advise anyone whos reading this to go.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard I almost threw my lungs out. &lt;br /&gt;*sleepy and kindda horny.. think will go sleep liao.&lt;br /&gt;Nite all and sleep tite. To my 2 of my friends over&lt;br /&gt;in Australia, hey gd luck with ya papers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108257115299364541?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108257115299364541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108257115299364541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108257115299364541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108257115299364541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/04/my-tuesday.html' title='My Tuesday'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108237364341562536</id><published>2004-04-19T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T19:24:46.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>messed up a little</title><content type='html'>Im getting increasingly vexed. You come to a point in your life where &lt;br /&gt;you no longer seem satisfied with things.. crap and such.. ahh..&lt;br /&gt;piss on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man is an ever-wanting animal" Maslow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108237364341562536?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108237364341562536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108237364341562536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108237364341562536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108237364341562536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/04/messed-up-little.html' title='messed up a little'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108236040705501260</id><published>2004-04-19T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T15:44:09.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boobs, bums and other juicy parts..</title><content type='html'>On saturday night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Nation show at Zouk was a mini version of 'Fashion &lt;br /&gt;Rocks', where local Xtreme sports enthusiasts get a &lt;br /&gt;chance to showcase their talents (or rather..the lack of &lt;br /&gt;it.. pui pui) I winced as I watch them perform.. Man.. &lt;br /&gt;the 'talents' were generally makin a fool of themselves..&lt;br /&gt;Someone please hand these lamers a trophy quick and &lt;br /&gt;and move on with the show.. Please indicate on the &lt;br /&gt;trophy.. for effort at mimickng.. but failing miserably.&lt;br /&gt;POSERS!! Ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the good man above us for the show coming &lt;br /&gt;up next.. The models parading through the parking lots.&lt;br /&gt;All that flesh on parade, the hot young bodies in skim-&lt;br /&gt;mpy attire. Yum yum, yummy.. and then how the camera&lt;br /&gt;-men all crowed around this model whom in my opinion &lt;br /&gt;might as well not wear anything still tickles me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went down to Geylang for bean-curd but ended&lt;br /&gt;up at a kopi-tiam instead.. Dunno why.. Just ended up &lt;br /&gt;there. And after that where did we go? yap.. haha its&lt;br /&gt;more flesh, short skirt, legs, tay-tays.. haha what do &lt;br /&gt;you expect.. we are after all at the flesh trade fair! :P&lt;br /&gt;Man.. its been a feast for my eyes all nite long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108236040705501260?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108236040705501260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108236040705501260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108236040705501260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108236040705501260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/04/boobs-bums-and-other-juicy-parts.html' title='Boobs, bums and other juicy parts..'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-10817704522320990</id><published>2004-04-12T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T19:54:00.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qing Ming</title><content type='html'>Qing Ming: A day set aside for remembrance of the dearly &lt;br /&gt;departed. Often families would turn up at their graves to &lt;br /&gt;clean and offer their prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Source: Ah Tan's dictionary edition 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like cementaries. Theres something about the clear skies &lt;br /&gt;overhead, the tranquility, the silence that I find most &lt;br /&gt;endearing. I paid a visit to quite a few guys today. There &lt;br /&gt;was my grandpa who passed away months before I was &lt;br /&gt;borned (Fortunately my dad's family aint supertitious and&lt;br /&gt;at the same time, unfortunately cos I never got to witness&lt;br /&gt;his infamous temper. I heard he uses to hammer my &lt;br /&gt;uncles and pa with a hammer) My grandma who passed&lt;br /&gt;away at my old place a broken, dejected and unwanted old&lt;br /&gt;lady. (My dad was third in line and my eldest uncle was the&lt;br /&gt;one my grandma doted on and left all her houses and &lt;br /&gt;property) My cousin who commited suicide at the age of 21&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to that uncle again). A friend of my folks who died&lt;br /&gt;due to kidney failure (Guess NKF came on too late).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always like visiting them. Guess it reminds us of our &lt;br /&gt;mortality and that death awaits us all in the not too distant&lt;br /&gt;future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die, would anyone still remember me...&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I probably dont mind if nobody does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-10817704522320990?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/10817704522320990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=10817704522320990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/10817704522320990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/10817704522320990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/04/qing-ming.html' title='Qing Ming'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108135635519904622</id><published>2004-04-08T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T11:09:20.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The neverending chase..</title><content type='html'>There are very few or limited things in life that just goes on&lt;br /&gt;and on. Or should I say there are few things in life thats &lt;br /&gt;more certain (esp. if you are residing in Singapore) than the&lt;br /&gt;ever-need to obtain certificates, qualifications, licenses, &lt;br /&gt;passes, tickets etc. You start off with a PSLE cert. then the&lt;br /&gt;O-levels. Depending on where you go, either an A-levels or&lt;br /&gt;a diploma. An ORD cert. Followed perhaps by a degree..&lt;br /&gt;You starting to see the picture.. Along the way, perhaps a&lt;br /&gt;driving license, ROM cert.. Even the old are not spared, to &lt;br /&gt;qualify for concessions while using the public transport you&lt;br /&gt;need a concession pass~ An orange-coloured card with a &lt;br /&gt;little picture of you printed on the top right corner. And &lt;br /&gt;even when you are lying in your coffin all smartly dressed &lt;br /&gt;and dolled-up. You still need a death certificate for your&lt;br /&gt;funeral to take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just incredible how after living for more then a quarter of&lt;br /&gt;a century it still amazes me and makes wanna laugh/ cry, I &lt;br /&gt;cant decide. Wats even more incredible is. I have accepted it &lt;br /&gt;and have been insitutionalised and therefore, gone over to &lt;br /&gt;the 'Dark side' :) I wish I could just be a professional &lt;br /&gt;bummer, a beach dude or something.. waitering or doing &lt;br /&gt;temp. jobs etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no.. I too have jumped onto the bandwagon.. M5 la, &lt;br /&gt;riding license, paper chase, cash in bank.. What to do.. &lt;br /&gt;society never judge a person for what they are but what &lt;br /&gt;they have.. therefore, even though I may be a few years &lt;br /&gt;behind.. Im determined to catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108135635519904622?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108135635519904622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108135635519904622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108135635519904622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108135635519904622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/04/neverending-chase.html' title='The neverending chase..'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108125128943541545</id><published>2004-04-06T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T22:39:48.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nirvana</title><content type='html'>Old friend of mine just sms me. Apparently Kurt Cobain's been&lt;br /&gt;dead for 10 years this very day. Man, it sure doesnt feel like it... &lt;br /&gt;Brothers... We have aged so damn much. May the teen spirit &lt;br /&gt;burn on in our fledging bodies.. hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108125128943541545?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108125128943541545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108125128943541545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108125128943541545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108125128943541545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/04/nirvana.html' title='Nirvana'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108123249088691914</id><published>2004-04-06T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T14:26:39.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum roll...</title><content type='html'>Annoucing the arrival of the NEW WOMAN!&lt;br /&gt;Hey Bitch, welcome aboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108123249088691914?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108123249088691914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108123249088691914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108123249088691914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108123249088691914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/04/drum-roll.html' title='Drum roll...'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108123234421081111</id><published>2004-04-06T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T14:22:49.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn Baby Burn..</title><content type='html'>"It's better to Burn Out than Fade Away"&lt;br /&gt;Kurt Cobain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108123234421081111?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108123234421081111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108123234421081111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108123234421081111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108123234421081111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/04/burn-baby-burn.html' title='Burn Baby Burn..'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108113477047553314</id><published>2004-04-05T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T15:22:59.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredibly stupid..</title><content type='html'>What is it about relationships. The need to feel &lt;br /&gt;needed, cherished and loved that makes us all &lt;br /&gt;behave in a manner that just cannot be &lt;br /&gt;comprehended? Are we all insecure by nature? &lt;br /&gt;so much so that when the person that we &lt;br /&gt;perceive as our love appears we would do all &lt;br /&gt;that we can to keep her/ him by ourside. Even&lt;br /&gt;if it means things that are quite unexpected of &lt;br /&gt;that otherwise usually sensible person. She/ He&lt;br /&gt;becomes demure and really nice. Hmm.. And &lt;br /&gt;then towards another, the same person per-&lt;br /&gt;forms a complete transformation into a bitch/ &lt;br /&gt;bastard. Amazing yea.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some who are completely blinded by&lt;br /&gt;LOVE; Gf refuses to hold hand of Bf in public &lt;br /&gt;and yet professes to marry him one day. Yet, &lt;br /&gt;he trusts her completely. Others who got &lt;br /&gt;dumped by their partner the moment he realises&lt;br /&gt;shes pregnant and then confesses that hes &lt;br /&gt;been seeing this other girl for for the entire &lt;br /&gt;duration of their relation-ship and reveals that &lt;br /&gt;shes in fact been the third party instead. And &lt;br /&gt;still she says the fault does not lie with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself, I was once in a relationship. Once, my &lt;br /&gt;then-Gf spent an incredible night at my place. &lt;br /&gt;A week later, she dumped me despite telling &lt;br /&gt;me repeatedly how incredible that night was &lt;br /&gt;and blah blah... blah. It hurt so much that I &lt;br /&gt;could have taken my own life. Relationships are&lt;br /&gt;such a pest! But the best part.. we keep &lt;br /&gt;coming back for more like moth drawn towards&lt;br /&gt;the fire. We keep believing despite getting &lt;br /&gt;burned.. perhaps cos we wanna believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are such liars, &lt;br /&gt;we lie to others&lt;br /&gt;and even to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108113477047553314?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108113477047553314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108113477047553314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108113477047553314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108113477047553314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/04/incredibly-stupid.html' title='Incredibly stupid..'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108102771074567466</id><published>2004-04-04T05:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T05:32:12.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention..</title><content type='html'>Name: Krystal&lt;br /&gt;Position: Buddy &lt;br /&gt;Remarks: Can't tell you how much I appreciate&lt;br /&gt;our buddy-relationship. I hope we can keep it&lt;br /&gt;going. Read your journal, everything seems&lt;br /&gt;great-going for you. Happy too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108102771074567466?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108102771074567466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108102771074567466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108102771074567466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108102771074567466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/04/attention.html' title='Attention..'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108102740577777942</id><published>2004-04-04T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T10:40:10.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At 04:00 hours in the morning</title><content type='html'>I knew I should have gone for supper with the rest &lt;br /&gt;of them. I started to hunt for any scrap or morsel &lt;br /&gt;of food I could lay my hands on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having fed the pig, the pig (He) sat down in front &lt;br /&gt;of my computer. There is a mirror hanging on the &lt;br /&gt;wall in front of him. He looked up. Staring from &lt;br /&gt;the mirrorwas a wrinkled face with huge black, &lt;br /&gt;Ikea-like shopping bags under the eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Repulsed, he recoiled in horror. Then he heard a &lt;br /&gt;male voice calling out to him from the mirror. It &lt;br /&gt;had a familiar tone to it that he just couldnt &lt;br /&gt;quite register. As his courage returns, he coura-&lt;br /&gt;geously looked into the mirror and once again the &lt;br /&gt;image stared back at him and this time around he &lt;br /&gt;heard " Siao-eh, wat time already? Still dont sleep? &lt;br /&gt;Sleep very important you know.. Still go drinking &lt;br /&gt;and clubbing.. You think you 18 or 19 year old isit? &lt;br /&gt;Lao liao la you, still dont take care of yourself later &lt;br /&gt;look like Ah-pek then you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK, after this I go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108102740577777942?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108102740577777942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108102740577777942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108102740577777942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108102740577777942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/04/at-0400-hours-in-morning.html' title='At 04:00 hours in the morning'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108089296242370487</id><published>2004-04-02T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:06:22.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhh...</title><content type='html'>When I asked you to listen to me,&lt;br /&gt;and you start giving advice,&lt;br /&gt;you have not done what i asked.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When i asked you to listen &lt;br /&gt;and you begin to tell me why i shouldn't feel&lt;br /&gt;that way, you are trampling on my feelings&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When i asked you to listen to me and you feel you have&lt;br /&gt;to do something to solve my problems you have&lt;br /&gt;failed me, strange as that may seem.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Listen!! All i asked you was that you listen,&lt;br /&gt;not talk or do. Just hear me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Advice is cheap. $0.48 is all I need to get a&lt;br /&gt;cigarette to kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can do for myself. I'm not helpless.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe discouraged and faltering, but not &lt;br /&gt;helpless.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you do something for me&lt;br /&gt;that i can and need to do for myself, &lt;br /&gt;you are not helping me.&lt;br /&gt;You are contributing to my fear and inadequency.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But when you accept as a simple fact&lt;br /&gt;that i do feel what i feel, no matter how&lt;br /&gt;irrational, then i can quit trying to convince you&lt;br /&gt;and can get about the business of&lt;br /&gt;understanding whats behind this irrational &lt;br /&gt;feeling.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And when thats clear&lt;br /&gt;the answer are obvious&lt;br /&gt;and i don't need advice.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Irrational feelings make sense&lt;br /&gt;when we understands whats behind them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps thats why prayer's works&lt;br /&gt;sometimes for some people&lt;br /&gt;because GOD is mute&lt;br /&gt;and HE/SHE doesn't give advice or try to fix things.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So please listen and just hear me.&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to talk,&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute for your turn&lt;br /&gt;and I'll listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108089296242370487?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108089296242370487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108089296242370487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108089296242370487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108089296242370487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/04/shhh.html' title='Shhh...'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108075399063989505</id><published>2004-04-01T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T01:31:05.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metallica</title><content type='html'>Now I lay me down to sleep, &lt;br /&gt;pray the Lord my soul to keep. &lt;br /&gt;If I die before I wake, &lt;br /&gt;pray the Lord my soul to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108075399063989505?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108075399063989505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108075399063989505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108075399063989505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108075399063989505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/04/metallica.html' title='Metallica'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108075381244472877</id><published>2004-04-01T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T09:23:57.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seah's+Equinox+City space</title><content type='html'>Had a nice time this evening. Know that your company has &lt;br /&gt;been appreciated and enjoyed if your name is Klaire or Grace. &lt;br /&gt;And of cos my buddy, Darren too. Cheers pals, looking &lt;br /&gt;forward to our next date. Man, you guys owe me big time.. &lt;br /&gt;Lets see.. 2 meals, 3 drinks and a big big hug. Nite all and &lt;br /&gt;sweet dreamz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108075381244472877?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108075381244472877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108075381244472877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108075381244472877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108075381244472877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/04/seahsequinoxcity-space.html' title='Seah&apos;s+Equinox+City space'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108071600968667037</id><published>2004-03-31T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T15:01:34.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, amazing creatures</title><content type='html'>Vv, Jean and myself left for lunch together. And soon, we &lt;br /&gt;engaged in an age-old issue that I believe plagues every&lt;br /&gt;office worker in the world, "Where are we going for lunch?"&lt;br /&gt;There are the foodcourts, fast food joints, coffeshops,&lt;br /&gt;restaurants.. Haiz.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By general consensus (Which translates to voting), we &lt;br /&gt;decided on the "zai-peng" (mixed vegetable) store tucked&lt;br /&gt;in a little corner of the interchange. Yea I know Vv, not&lt;br /&gt;"zai-peng" again.. But hey, (In event shes reading this)&lt;br /&gt;not only is it economical but its also tons healthier then &lt;br /&gt;your mee k! Anyway, its at this little store hidden from the&lt;br /&gt;general public that I witness an incredible trait about men&lt;br /&gt;that has largely remained uncharged for centuries or &lt;br /&gt;even since our ancestors first roamed this land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the road was these 2 fellas on a motorbike; A rider&lt;br /&gt;and a pillon. The bike stopped at a red light and a young &lt;br /&gt;lady in her early 20s started crossing the road. Right away,&lt;br /&gt;a signal went off in the heads of the fellas as their in-built&lt;br /&gt;radar picked her up. Eyes zoomed in the general direction,&lt;br /&gt;They stared, from the moment she started crossing all the &lt;br /&gt;way till she reached the side and still they kept their sights &lt;br /&gt;locked on her as their heads turned to an uncomfortable and&lt;br /&gt;near impossible angle of at least 100 degrees to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grin/ smirk broke out on my face. Man...&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108071600968667037?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108071600968667037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108071600968667037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108071600968667037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108071600968667037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/03/man-amazing-creatures.html' title='Man, amazing creatures'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108061940397010132</id><published>2004-03-30T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T12:07:38.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She bangs..</title><content type='html'>Collegue alerted me to this young, pretty temp. staff &lt;br /&gt;at work today. Not the sweety pie, disgusting sort.&lt;br /&gt;This ones tan, tall and doesnt play the whole " sweety&lt;br /&gt;-pie-doe-eyed-thinggy". Fantastic. Ran into her at the &lt;br /&gt;pantry and decided to say hi. She smiled and quickly &lt;br /&gt;walked away. So sad. But deep down i know, the &lt;br /&gt;important thing is that, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I already gave my best. I have no regrets at all."&lt;br /&gt;"Afterall, i have no professional training with girls."&lt;br /&gt;~ William Hung/ American Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she did smile at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108061940397010132?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108061940397010132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108061940397010132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108061940397010132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108061940397010132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/03/she-bangs.html' title='She bangs..'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108061187526601723</id><published>2004-03-30T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T10:09:15.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mastering the dragon.</title><content type='html'>What is the fascination with it? I have asked myself a &lt;br /&gt;number of times. But I could never quite reach a &lt;br /&gt;satisfactory conclusion. One possible explanation is &lt;br /&gt;the marvelous abilityto manipulate smoke. The &lt;br /&gt;incredible hours one has put in to master the know&lt;br /&gt;-how of blowing smoke rings. The amount of de-&lt;br /&gt;votion one spends on a toilet bowl with a ciggie in &lt;br /&gt;hand attempting to achieve the unachievable is most &lt;br /&gt;admirable and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the sight of one exhaling smoke through our &lt;br /&gt;mouths or nostrils that continue to captivate us? &lt;br /&gt;Have you seen a still or black and white picture of &lt;br /&gt;a person smoking? Awesome isnt it? As a Chinese, &lt;br /&gt;(often quoted as the descendents of the dragon) &lt;br /&gt;is this an attempt to connect with our roots~ a &lt;br /&gt;fire-breathing dragon? Then again, Chinese dragons &lt;br /&gt;unlike their European medieval counterparts do not &lt;br /&gt;breathe fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what exactly is the reason? I will get back to you &lt;br /&gt;if I ever have the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108061187526601723?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108061187526601723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108061187526601723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108061187526601723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108061187526601723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/03/mastering-dragon.html' title='Mastering the dragon.'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108041119973622929</id><published>2004-03-28T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T02:16:51.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck, nt sex</title><content type='html'>If your name is Pamelyn Khoo, I just wanna say&lt;br /&gt;"Im gonna be your FUCK for life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108041119973622929?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108041119973622929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108041119973622929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108041119973622929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108041119973622929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/03/fuck-nt-sex.html' title='Fuck, nt sex'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108037712951926192</id><published>2004-03-27T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T16:55:12.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat &amp; sleep</title><content type='html'>How does one know when you have reached the comfort zone &lt;br /&gt;with another fellow human being? Intimacy? Sex? I say food. &lt;br /&gt;When you are able to just "pig" out with each other knowing &lt;br /&gt;you will not be judged or seen unfavourably by the other party. &lt;br /&gt;When you are able to burp as many times as you want, order &lt;br /&gt;as much food as you can or cannot eat. That is when you know. &lt;br /&gt;For people in Singapore, may I recommend you the All-u-can-&lt;br /&gt;eat-Jap-a-la-carte buffet at the Miramar. It serves fresh and &lt;br /&gt;very sweet Tako, my favourite! My opinion, damn worth it at &lt;br /&gt;$30++ but you can only get a seat provided you call in advance. &lt;br /&gt;Last nite, We just ate like pigs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, 10+ hrs later.. I still feel like a pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108037712951926192?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108037712951926192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108037712951926192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108037712951926192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108037712951926192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/03/eat-sleep.html' title='Eat &amp; sleep'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108023280707719950</id><published>2004-03-26T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T10:04:19.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good run, bad smoke.</title><content type='html'>Just finished jogging. Im a self-confessed lazy bum. If &lt;br /&gt;given a choice, I'll rather spend the day not excercising.&lt;br /&gt;But the irony is.. I love jogging. Rather, I love the after&lt;br /&gt;-effect that comes after huffing and puffing for 20+ &lt;br /&gt;mins. I cant quite describe it but it seems to just shake &lt;br /&gt;the codwebs off and its gives a very refreshing feel. + &lt;br /&gt;I did to whip my disgusting, smoke-filled lungs into &lt;br /&gt;shape. And here I am keying in my entry and having a &lt;br /&gt;puff. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108023280707719950?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108023280707719950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108023280707719950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108023280707719950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108023280707719950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/03/good-run-bad-smoke.html' title='Good run, bad smoke.'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108018270843774291</id><published>2004-03-25T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T10:48:36.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography lesson</title><content type='html'>"Denial is not just a river in Egypt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108018270843774291?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108018270843774291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108018270843774291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108018270843774291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108018270843774291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/03/geography-lesson.html' title='Geography lesson'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108018222620628707</id><published>2004-03-25T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T10:46:53.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue office</title><content type='html'>Seems like a pretty good day today. Munched on a tomato for &lt;br /&gt;B-fast; cos the signs of aging is starting to show. Dark &lt;br /&gt;overcast skies over me as I strolled to work. No idea why but &lt;br /&gt;such weather always make me feel more alive and ups my &lt;br /&gt;energy level. A tropical lighting storm actually gives me a high, &lt;br /&gt;quite unlike any other. Maybe I was a follower of Thor, the god &lt;br /&gt;of lightning in my previous life. I felt good and looking good in &lt;br /&gt;my new $270 pair of shoes, cladded in a neatly pressed deep &lt;br /&gt;blue shirt and dark trousers. With a bag in my right hand and &lt;br /&gt;cigarette in my left, I was ready to take on the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was until I reached my office. The fella sitting behind me, &lt;br /&gt;about 3m away was wearing blue (top) and black (bottom). &lt;br /&gt;About 7m away was another fella (manager) also wearing the &lt;br /&gt;same combination. That just kindda ruined my morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108018222620628707?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108018222620628707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108018222620628707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108018222620628707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108018222620628707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/03/blue-office.html' title='Blue office'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108009762295017596</id><published>2004-03-24T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T16:35:40.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel horrible.</title><content type='html'>I always thought that life was kindda like a road. As you go &lt;br /&gt;down it, you get to know yourself better, discover yourself &lt;br /&gt;a little more with each step that you take. Now, im not so &lt;br /&gt;sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a person live for 27 years and not know much about &lt;br /&gt;oneself? Someone more than a fren commented, You ought to&lt;br /&gt;know who you are, what you are and your likes and dislikes &lt;br /&gt;after living 27 years. You are just denying it. That really got me&lt;br /&gt;thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6660240-108009762295017596?l=zach1977.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/feeds/108009762295017596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6660240&amp;postID=108009762295017596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108009762295017596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6660240/posts/default/108009762295017596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zach1977.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-feel-horrible.html' title='I feel horrible.'/><author><name>zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292646183282592600</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-6660240.post-108001647440188687</id><published>2004-03-23T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T10:07:31.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterfall near KTV, Siglap</title><content type='html'>Time: Abt 2350hrs&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Siglap, near a ktv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady in a 30s came up to me asking for a light. I scanned her from head to toe and promptly lighted up her cigarette. She aint exactly pretty but still am in pretty good shape + she looked rather sexy in her long flowing black dress. I was thinking to myself~ Well done pal, you still have what it takes! Guess shes got to be from the ktv, out here for a break. She sat down next, a short distance away and started to make small talk. What transpired next, really left me baffled and disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 fellas came out from the ktv and started making what I assumed to be sleazy remarks directed at the girl. One lighted up his cigarette and they both stopped about 10m in front of her. I just minded my own business.. then I heard the sound of water.. I turned towards the direction and I could see water spattering on the ground in front of the men.. Curious as to where all that water is coming from, I lifted my line of sight to see this small little piece of meat sticking out of his trousers. The man was laughing together with his friend while pointing his "pathetic-piece of dick-meat" at the ktv girl and pee-ing. 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