<?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-5281690068753415948</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:35:35.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tragicoutcome</title><subtitle type='html'>The Blog Of Abdul Zameer Husref. If you have stumbled upon this by mistake,think for then you'll wake, you will realise,this is no surprise,but yet you stay ,and yes you may,stick around and you will learn now its my turn.  You sit still and mpressed,for now you are stuck in hell. If you searched and you have found, godd for you but now your bound.

Eat your  heart out shakespeare!
~King Me~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-2537801671831471213</id><published>2008-10-12T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:41:14.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im commiting murder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.tragicsounds.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is my victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;br /&gt;for now and always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-2537801671831471213?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/2537801671831471213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=2537801671831471213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/2537801671831471213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/2537801671831471213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-commiting-murder-www.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-32129952385164046</id><published>2008-10-03T15:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:18:06.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow where do i start?&lt;br /&gt;This week has been one loooong one, and with way too much going on. Lets start on Tuesday shall we. It was eve of Hari Raya and all the muslims could go home early,awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was going to be a geog mock test after school, not awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That meant that we were allowed to go home but had to comeback at 2 for the mock test, so i spent my entire morning being all moody and feeling damn sian.&lt;br /&gt;And then the miracle marvellous rare came, in the form of Mr Ron Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i was actually looking for Ms Raksha, but she wasn't at the staff room so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i went with Ismail cand the conversation went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ron Tan came out of staffroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT:Dameer?&lt;br /&gt;Z:........&lt;br /&gt;Ismail:Mr tan, do the muslims students have to comeback for the test later?&lt;br /&gt;MRT:oh.No&lt;br /&gt;Z(WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!)&lt;br /&gt;(in my head of course)&lt;br /&gt;MRT:Ms raksha will pass it to you on thurs.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, so i reached home around eleven plus and that was when i realised i hadn't started on my art sculpture.&lt;br /&gt;So i just started cutting and randomly pasting cardboard and lining it with masking tape, yet somehow it turned out rather nicely....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252837084809899394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SOXTf3cXrYI/AAAAAAAAADM/_9y7nmlFBfA/s320/01102008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yeah, i took a picture and yes i am full of myself. Anyway it also was the last day of puasa and so there was like this family at my house, was quite fun i guess. And my brother invited his old friend from VS this ang moh guy who had recently converted to Islam, the dude stands at 192.Tall much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednsday &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day started out very earrly with the annual prayers that takes place every hari raya.See in Islam there are two type of prayers, one is called w&lt;em&gt;ajib&lt;/em&gt; and the other &lt;em&gt;sunat. Wajib &lt;/em&gt;means that it is compulsory,this refers to the prayers were supposed to do 5 times a day(take note of supposed) while sunat is up to you whether you do or not. The thing is the prayers on hari raya is &lt;em&gt;sunat &lt;/em&gt;and ironically thats the prayers that nearly every singaporean does.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So it was back to my hse, and since my grandparents live with us now, and they're the oldest in both their families, its tradition that everyone comes to our hse to see them. Damn, i have a whole lot of relatives. Some i don't even know im related to.....alot of them are also complete weirdos....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets see the few i can remember...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this guy, i think he might be my second cousin or something, majorly tall and also looked majorly aenorexic , he was weearing this bright white baju kurong which made him look like a plank of newly painted wood that fell of a picket fence...and lets just say he wasn't exactly the most macho guy around.Anyway his sister (i think) got an sms and her ringtone was some hari raya song, the dude started dancing to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With much difficulty, i kept a straight face......Ahh who am i kidding i was like literally LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next was my aunt with the seven children who all had a habbit of asking much inquisitive questions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then came this granduncle who for some reason had blonde and red hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;0.o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then the worst was when a convoy of 3 cars came at one time.Sweet child of mine that sucked!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh a few oddballs here and there and we finally managed to leave home to go to my paternal granddads hse. Something spooky happened over there, but i'd rather not say through this medium so ask me in person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next my we went my rich granduncles house and picked up quite abit of moolah over there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And by that time it was already 12+ so we decided to call it a day and head back home, seeing as there was school the very next day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh joy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So it was back to school and everyone was "selamat hari raya" here and "selamat hari raya" there and the canteen caretaker Uncle Foo came up to me and was all "Kumar!selamat hari maya!, uncle say correct not?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Firstly, yes he thinks my name is Kumar...and i don't know why. And everytime i try to correct him it goes somewhat like this &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;z:Uncle, zameer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uncle:Za..zam?Zam?KUMAR?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Z:..........yeah, sure kumar....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then came art and we were handing in the sculpture . I actually felt good about my work which has certainly never happened during art before.Yet Mr Spursfan just had to find a way to get at me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He came and looked at my sculpture....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Nods head)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MS:hmm, quite nice. Artistic painting ah.....eh but what is this suppose to be?I think its the stadium of Hull city, the team that beat Arsenal right.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(how he knew i was an arsenal fan eludes me)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;though my gunners keychain is somewhat of a giveaway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He then moved on to Vincents sculpture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MS:Nice, looks like Emirates Stadium, the "so called" best stadium in London(glances at me)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We'll just see what happens next week then Spurssssss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, nothing much i guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today only one thing that happened that i'd like to talk about. Well for people who know whats going on try to keep up, for everyone who doesn't, well frankly i don't really bother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, for obvious purposes lets say im writing a play, a fictional one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Once Upon a time,there was a group of students sitting in a circle .Some of them were talking loudly though the three at the very front were not and intstead watching the play. Yet the monkey who was put in charge punished the whole lot by giving them a summary to do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first person said that he was not talking and the monkey took back his summary. The second one did the same, and got the same response. When the third one said so, the monkey looked at him, turned and walked off. The person called after her but there was no reply, and he was completely ignored. Angered and annoyed the person left the room without taking the summary and the monkeyquestioned him about this. It went like this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Wait, i should give the characters names...mmm well from the top of my head the first names i can randomly think off is Nespien Peo and Supreme Awesome Overlord of The Universe AKA Jimmy Billy Bob.*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NP:How dare you not take your punishment and leave it there!! You deserve it and you know it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JBB:No i don't .I wasn't talking at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NP:Yes you were! And you have the oddesity to deny it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JBB:I do deny it because its true. Can i ask who was i talking to?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NP:*** !!!I saw you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JBB:***???I was talking to ***?You took back his summary which means you know he wasn't talking and now your saying he was ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NP:Anyway !Never in all my years have i seen anyone behave like that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JBB:Like what?Youre the one who is wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NP:Wow, you're really lying through your teeth aren't you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JBB:haha, im not. I'll gladly do this summary if thats what you want but i can safely swear that i wasn't talking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NP:You want me to give you the benefit of the doubt?Im dissappointted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JBB:As am i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NP:YOU INSOLENT!UNGENTLEMEN!PROCRASTINATER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JJB:Can i go now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NP:NO!!!You re saying something, then saying another. Youre conflicting yourself! Making a fool of yourself!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JJB:Im the fool?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NP:Yes you!im not the fool!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JJB:Sry you meant contradicting i think not conflicting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NP:Don't you have the oddesity correct me!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JJB:But youre wrong both times.Why should'nt i? Firstly bout me talking the second one about conflicting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NP:.............................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know you actually have alot of potential, i think you'll be able to do very wel-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JBB:Yeah yeah i get it. Can i go now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NP:BE QUIET!!!DID I SAY YOU COULD!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JBB:that was why i asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NP:But your body language tells me your being condesending, your doing one thing then saying another!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JBB:oh!So im CONFLICTING myself?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NP:You really have no manners do you at all do you?Are you this rude to everyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JJB:Just people who wrongly accuse me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NP:Im going to take this up to a higher authority, have &lt;strong&gt;them&lt;/strong&gt; call me.now GO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jimmy walked out of the room feeling extremely pissed off and was radiating waves of hatred so strong that it was strange that Nespien could not feel them burning her.But jimmy did understand that fire could not hurt the devil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ENDEX~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How did you like my script? Want to know what happens next...i should be posting the next scene some time soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway , the EOYs start on Mon with Geog &amp;amp; English first. So i'm going to be pulling a couple of all-nighters and well....all dayers this weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doubt i'll be blogging for a few days, so&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~AZH out~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(In the play above, any relation to anyone dead or alive is strictly coincidental and very much unfortunate, if you find yourself offended by the above text and think it somehow refers to &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, i strongly encourage you to jump off a bridge. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A good swim always cheers me up i mean)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man this is a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-32129952385164046?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/32129952385164046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=32129952385164046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/32129952385164046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/32129952385164046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow-where-do-i-start-this-week-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SOXTf3cXrYI/AAAAAAAAADM/_9y7nmlFBfA/s72-c/01102008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-2265986999720667891</id><published>2008-09-30T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:19:49.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" They say we leave this world just the way we came into it , alone and naked. So if we do leave with nothing, what then is a measure of a life? Is it defined by the people we choose to love? Or is life merely measured by our accomplishments? Then what if we fail or are never truly loved. What then can we ever measure up? Or will the quiet desperation of a life gone wanting drive us mad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mark Schwan&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;Season 6 Episode 5&lt;br /&gt;You've dug your own grave, now lie in it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-2265986999720667891?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/2265986999720667891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=2265986999720667891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/2265986999720667891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/2265986999720667891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/they-say-we-leave-this-world-just-way.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-7232661198300401016</id><published>2008-09-30T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:05:12.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all muslims:&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all non-muslims:&lt;br /&gt;Hell, you don't get anything....&lt;br /&gt;(i never got a christmast present)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahs, so many things to write about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet for some reason i don't feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better luck next time yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-7232661198300401016?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7232661198300401016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=7232661198300401016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/7232661198300401016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/7232661198300401016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-all-muslims-selamat-hari-raya-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-1295000253147017364</id><published>2008-09-28T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T17:07:53.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Friends .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Im talking bout the hit show of course, lasting 10 seasons and is still voted the best show to ever be on telivision, but has anyone ever wondered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What happened to the 6 stars after the show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well i've recently found this page and heres what i found out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;#6. Matt LeBlanc&lt;br /&gt;On Screen:&lt;br /&gt;You would think that Matt LeBlanc was The One With the Most Potential, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;because after all, it is LeBlanc that was gifted a Friends spin-off by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidereel.com/NBC"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a should-be success with a built-in fanbase of millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Too bad that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://www.sidereel.com/Joey_-_The_show" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; was pretty much unwatchable, even for the most die-hard of Friends fans (I gave it about 5 episodes before determining it to be a lost cause). Somehow though, Joey survived 2 seasons and 47 episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And since Joey? Check out Matt LeBlanc's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001455/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IMDb credits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Holy crap! Matt LeBlanc has not even starred in any C-rate TV movies. Joey is LeBlanc's sole post-Friends credit (though he is supposedly working "behind the camera" now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Off Screen:&lt;br /&gt;LeBlanc got a deivorce from his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://www.tmz.com/2006/03/30/leblanc-filing-for-divorce/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; after he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,1180477,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cheated on her with his Joey co-star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. He is also currently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/b20408_matt_leblanc_manager_mental.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;being sued by his former manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, though according to LeBlanc, she's crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;#5. Matthew Perry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On Screen&lt;br /&gt;Perry's main credit since Friends was the short-lived Aaron Sorkin vehicle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidereel.com/Studio_60_On_The_Sunset_Strip"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Studio 60 was supposed to be the next big thing, but it fizzled and died after just a single season. At least Perry received generally positive feedback for his performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The problem with Perry is that besides Studio 60 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001612/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he hasn't done very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; a TV movie here (The Ron Clark Story) and a movie you've never heard of there (Numb, Birds of America). While Perry has received positive reviews for all of these films, I just don't feel that any of them can be considered that big post-Friends breakthrough.&lt;br /&gt;Perry will also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20162948,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;be playing an older version of Zac Efron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; in next year's Seventeen Again. Minus points for that decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Perry's best chance for post-Friends success might be "The End of Steve", a new series for Showtime in which he will be starring and producing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Off Screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's very little off-screen news for Perry and in his case, no news is probably good news since he previously suffered from various drug and alcohol addictions during his Friends tenure (and Chandler's weight see-sawed accordingly whether Perry was on or off of the sauce).&lt;br /&gt;Perry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://www.starpulse.com/news/index.php/2008/05/15/matthew_perry_reunites_with_lauren_graha" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;may or may not be dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; his former girlfriend Lauren Graham, of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidereel.com/Gilmore_Girls"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;#4. Lisa Kudrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On Screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidereel.com/Matthew_Perry"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Matthew Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; before her, Kudrow also has a short-lived TV show post-Friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidereel.com/The_Comeback"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Comeback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, which aired for 13 episodes on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidereel.com/HBO"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HBO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (that's 34 fewer than LeBlanc's Joey). Thirteen episodes is not that many, but in Kudrow's defense, The Comeback was actually pretty funny. It was just offbeat and misunderstood. Kudrow did however receive a much deserved Emmy nomination for her work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Besides The Comeback, Kudrow has appeared in a few movies (check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001435/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;her credits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;), including Happy Endings (2005) and Kabluey (2007). Kudrow also appeared in the recent chick-flick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidereel.com/P.S._I_Love_You"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P.S. I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, and has about 5 other projects in the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why'd she rank above Perry? Both have failed single-season TV shows and 2 indie movies that nobody has seen (with well received performances), but Kudrow gets the edge since she appeared in a movie that some people actually saw in movie theaters (P.S. I Love You), albeit a mediocre one. Kudrow also co-created and produced "The Comeback", which accounts for some bonus points as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Off Screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like Leblanc, Kudrow is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/hr/content_display/television/news/e3i6ec60c14937dc20db55eadcc4753b419" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;being sued by her former manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Besides a lawsuit (and who really cares), Kudrow's off-screen life is pretty quiet. She's been married for 13 years, which is like an eternity in Hollywood, so she definitely gets some bonus points there. Kudrow is also the Friend that spilled the beans about 2 years ago that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://www.hollywood.com/news/Kudrow_Friends_Reunion_Hampered_by_Male_Cast_Member_/3487175" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a male friend was preventing the making of a Friends reunion show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. She then denied that a reunion was even in the works (and no, there's still no movie...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;#3. David Schwimmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On Screen:&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidereel.com/Lisa_Kudrow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lisa Kudrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidereel.com/Matthew_Perry"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Matthew Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; before him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidereel.com/David_Schwimmer"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;David Schwimmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; seems to fancy himself an indie darling now, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001710/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;has starred in a few of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; post-Friends, including Duane Hopwood (2005) and Big Nothing (2006).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Schwimmer has also done some voice work in 2005's Madagascar as well as its upcoming sequel, Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa. Lets also not forget his hilarious guest appearance as Greenzo during last season of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidereel.com/30_Rock"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;30 Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;However, these credits alone would certainly not merit a #3 ranking for Schwimmer. Heck, he doesn't even have a failed TV show like Matt LeBlanc, Matthew Perry or Lisa Kudrow. The reason why Schwimmer is #3 is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Off Screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Two words: Stage work (the best resume padding an actor could ask for).&lt;br /&gt;Not only has Schwimmer starred in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/4574473.stm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a West End play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://www.broadway.com/Gen/Show.aspx?si=524313" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Broadway show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, but he is also the cofounder of Chicago's Lookingglass Theatre Company, for which he has acted in and directed many productions. Now, who knows how good Schwimmer was in any of these productions, but all of this stage work just sounds so...legit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Off screen, Schwimmer has also moved into directing - first "Run Fat Boy Run" in 2007 and now "Little Britain USA" for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidereel.com/HBO"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HBO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it seems as though Schwimmer himself has asserted that he has moved past Friends, as he has stated that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://www.hollywood.com/news/David_Schwimmer_Says_No_to_Friends_Reunion/5210707" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he would not play the character of "Ross" again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Some of you might hate him for this, but I praise him for attempting to move on with his career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;#2. Courteney Cox (Arquette)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On Screen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3 out of our 6 Friends have a failed TV show that aired after the conclusion of Friends. Courteney Cox, however, can have the distinction of calling her post-Friends show short-lived (which is one step above failed). This is because Cox's TV show - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidereel.com/Dirt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - survived to see a second season. Sadly though, that second season only saw 7 episodes before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://www.sidereel.com/_post/8988" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it too was canceled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Call it a curse, I guess. The show did have some of the more inventive promo posters that I had ever seen though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Beyond &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidereel.com/Dirt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, Cox Arquette has done some voicework (Barnyard), indies (November and The Tripper, the latter written/directed by her husband, David Arquette), made a cameo in The Longest Yard and starred in something we'd all probably like to forget was ever made, Zoom (garnering a whopping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/zoom/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2% rating on Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She also has a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://www.sidereel.com/_post/10674" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;slated 3-episode guest stint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; on next season of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidereel.com/Scrubs"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Scrubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Did you know that Cox Arquette was Marc Cherry's original choice for the role of Susan Meyer on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidereel.com/Desperate_Housewives"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, but had to turn it down because she was pregnant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Off-Screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cox Arquette has also dived into the producing angle of TV/movies, frequently collaborating with her husband, David Arquette. The two have been married since 1999 (one of the only 2 successful Friends marriages).&lt;br /&gt;Cox remains friends with "Friend" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidereel.com/Jennifer_Aniston"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jennifer Aniston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and even does things like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20185708,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;raise money for charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/5202798/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gave birth to a daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; almost right around the time that Friends ended, and in perhaps her worst post-Friends decision to date, named her Coco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jenifer Aniston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On Screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anistons success actually began during the shooting of friends, when she gained considerable critical acclaim for her performances in The Object of My Affection (1998), a comedy drama about a girl who falls for a gay man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and in the low-budget 2002 film, The Good Girl, directed by Miguel Arteta, playing an unglamorous cashier in a small town. The latter film opened in relatively few theaters - under 700 in total - taking $14M in the U.S. box office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In late 2005, Aniston headlined two major studio films, Derailed and Rumor Has It, both of which performed fairly at the box office, grossing over $36 million each despite little support from critics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In 2006, Aniston appeared in the low-budget drama, Friends with Money, which was first shown at the Cannes Film Festival, received a limited release, and grossed over $13 million. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aniston's next film, The Break-Up, which was released on June 2, grossed approximately $39.17 million during its opening weekend, despite lukewarm reviews. It has currently grossed over $118 million at the U.S. box office and over $203 million worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;n 2007, Aniston guest starred in an episode of Courteney Cox Arquette's series Dirt. Aniston played Arquette's snobby rival Tina Harrod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Forbes listed Aniston as the 10th richest woman in the entertainment industry for the year 2007. She is behind such powerhouses as Oprah Winfrey, J. K. Rowling, Madonna, Celine Dion and Jennifer Lopez and is ahead of Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera and the Olsen twins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aniston's net worth is approximately $110 million. Aniston was also included in the annual Star Salary Top 10 of trade magazine The Hollywood Reporter for 2006. According to Forbes in October 2007, Aniston was the top-selling celebrity face of the entertainment industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Off Screen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aniston has also directed a hospital emergency room-set short film named Room 10, starring Robin Wright Penn and Kris Kristofferson; Aniston has noted that she was inspired to direct by actress Gwyneth Paltrow, who directed a short film in 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well there you go, the afterlife of Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~AZH out~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-1295000253147017364?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/1295000253147017364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=1295000253147017364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/1295000253147017364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/1295000253147017364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/friends.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-6792320202824146889</id><published>2008-09-26T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:35:38.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me give you a list of my people i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel&lt;br /&gt;Bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alaina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Razi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Halim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iggy&lt;br /&gt;Nicole&lt;br /&gt;Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zansher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the one thing they all have in common?Lately i find all of them have been in one way or another addicted to I'm Yours by Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt;. I should be included in that list as well i guess, cause MR A-Z is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wayy&lt;/span&gt; awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway lets see how did today go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it started with Bio revision with Ms Ho. Who turned out to be majorly pissed that the class didn't do the worksheet we were meant to yesterday, i had a feeling that if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; absent yesterday, i would somehow be blamed for it. I don't know why but things like this always find a way back to me and well most of the times they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; are my fault, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway she was scolding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gareth&lt;/span&gt; cause she told him to get the worksheets , and dear Ms Ho does have this tendency to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;over pronounce&lt;/span&gt; her words so from where i was it looked and sounded a little like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ho: Gareth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt;! Why did you not follow my instructions!?Were they not clearly instructed?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gareth:(smirks) We tried to find you everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ho:Wipe that smirk of your face!I am not &lt;strong&gt;amused&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gareth:SMIRKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ho:I said I AM NOT A MOOSE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ms Ho is one of the teachers that actually can teach well so nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that cam Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Just did another paper, like ..... I don't really know what to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, well we watched Coach Carter, but still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Nespien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Peo&lt;/span&gt;, what is there to be said?&lt;br /&gt;I mean just go see the poll on Bryan's blog. Even Mr Why can't come close and we all know how he can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next MT, blah blah. After that had Malay Listening &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Comphre&lt;/span&gt;, the only part of Malay that i ever am comfortable and confident doing.  Reached home around 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, straight after school, Which kinda sucked cause we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ussually&lt;/span&gt; meet up on Fridays but couldn't today.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened the rest of the day just dozed off, planning to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;mugg&lt;/span&gt; into the wee hours of the night later, but like i said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;AZH&lt;/span&gt; out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-6792320202824146889?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/6792320202824146889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=6792320202824146889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/6792320202824146889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/6792320202824146889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-me-give-you-list-of-my-people-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-6588571632626320596</id><published>2008-09-25T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:37:52.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;did'nt&lt;/span&gt; go to school today , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still not sure what my real excuse is going to be but well ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; well......&lt;br /&gt;I was abducted?&lt;br /&gt;I was kidnapped?&lt;br /&gt;I was sick?&lt;br /&gt;I became a politician?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, i don't know but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; rather fond of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; last one.&lt;br /&gt;But from what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; heard i didn't miss miss much.&lt;br /&gt;Both Ms Ho and Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Za&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Za&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ZA&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sorry i can't say it , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; fasting-i can't swear.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway they didn't come to school as well, which means that there was 4 free periods.&lt;br /&gt;Typical, just typical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Zameer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Husref&lt;/span&gt;. The day i don't come to school, four free periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i think i got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of good work done  at home.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; get more done later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;AZH&lt;/span&gt; out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-6588571632626320596?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/6588571632626320596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=6588571632626320596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/6588571632626320596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/6588571632626320596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-didnt-go-to-school-today-im-still-not.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-939670256807151643</id><published>2008-09-23T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:24:42.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something rather bizzare happened today. My smart mouth got the better of me and once again and got on the nerves of a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then afterwards, the very same teacher pulled me aside and when i was expecting a hell of a tounge lashing i got something completely unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said i had charisma, i had a gift to influence people and told me that i was going to go very far in life. My first thoughts were that it was some kind of reverse-psychology that wasn't going as planned, or maybe 'good cop -bad cop' with only the good cop. Then however, the teacher proceeded to say that three other people in history had the same 'gift' i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitler, Chairman Mao and Joseph Stallin.&lt;br /&gt;Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that freaked me out beyond a reasonable doubt.&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea whether the earlier things were sincere or the use of psychology anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.o(this was my exact expression)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat the following  many times in my various posts, I shit you not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i make one smart comment and i end up being a charismatic dictator with influential powers who will go far in live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have to learn to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i've covered physics, and im going to go watch one tree hill&lt;br /&gt;season 6 episode 4&lt;br /&gt;Bridge Over Troubled water,&lt;br /&gt;before moving on to chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-939670256807151643?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/939670256807151643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=939670256807151643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/939670256807151643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/939670256807151643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-rather-bizzare-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-5817128842222974092</id><published>2008-09-22T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:22:39.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh today we went through the different subject combinations for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; decided either on VS2G or VS2H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English.&lt;br /&gt;A Maths&lt;br /&gt;E Maths&lt;br /&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Malay&lt;br /&gt;*SS/Hist or Geog&lt;br /&gt;Literature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*One combination is geog the other one is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not sure which one i want to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get at least 65%.&lt;br /&gt;I hope i can pull that off,&lt;br /&gt;okay scratch that,&lt;br /&gt;I have to and i will pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I begin my path with my destination in sight, for if i do not then i end my path as i begin"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Confucius&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-5817128842222974092?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/5817128842222974092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=5817128842222974092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/5817128842222974092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/5817128842222974092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-today-we-went-through-different.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-5985297135219606745</id><published>2008-09-22T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:59:58.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a few days, been hung up on on mugging and what not. This is going to  be a short one as well but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; just got the greatest news ever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;london&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;paris&lt;/span&gt; at the end of year with my family for a holiday, but the most awesome part is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going to go to Emirate Stadium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Whoooo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely irrelevant note, a must-see movie for inspiring students and athletes ,&lt;br /&gt;"Coach Carter"&lt;br /&gt;Starring Samuel L. Jackson and co-written by Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Schwan&lt;/span&gt; who is of course the creator of One Tree Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 6 Episode 4 &lt;br /&gt;Bridge Over Troubled Water which comes out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tmrw&lt;/span&gt;, is also a must watch for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OTH&lt;/span&gt; fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in another irrelevant issue, a hilarious stand up comedian who fuses music with comedy has just come to my discovery,&lt;br /&gt;Rob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Paravonian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check him out on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; and and you will not be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dissappointed&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the final irrelevant note,&lt;br /&gt;Bryan can't do magic, my other friend Hafiz can do magic.&lt;br /&gt;And i mean more then card tricks you find on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;AZH&lt;/span&gt; out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-5985297135219606745?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/5985297135219606745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=5985297135219606745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/5985297135219606745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/5985297135219606745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-havent-blogged-in-few-days-been-hung.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-4971338608443171161</id><published>2008-09-19T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T17:09:58.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today was not horrible i guess , so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shan't&lt;/span&gt; go into details into that. Oh but a quote from the senile old man must  be mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Chemistry, is like maths, but its not maths, but its like maths? Confused, well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; her to confuse you even more then you will not be confused. Which is why chemistry is like maths, but its not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;maths&lt;/span&gt;, but its like maths. If you don't know what you don't know, i cannot help you. But if you are confused, very good. Because that is my job"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I honestly have nothing to say about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For once, i was knocked flat off my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway , something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt; mentioned which i think i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;addressed&lt;/span&gt; earlier before is that i remind him of Dr House from the show house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So it got me thinking about the other characters or figures people say i remind them off, well from what i remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dr Cox (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="John C. McGinley" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_C._McGinley"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;John C. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McGinle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;y)from Scrubs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.D       (Zach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Braff&lt;/span&gt;) from Scrubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandler(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Matehw&lt;/span&gt; Perry) from Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Shore(James &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Spader&lt;/span&gt;) from Boston Legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Burns from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sylar&lt;/span&gt; (Zachary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Quinto&lt;/span&gt;) from Heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel L Jackson.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Bean(Rowan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Akitson&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sesame&lt;/span&gt; Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, i always preffered Bert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-4971338608443171161?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/4971338608443171161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=4971338608443171161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/4971338608443171161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/4971338608443171161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was-not-horrible-i-guess-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-7833844267588556743</id><published>2008-09-18T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:15:39.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To the one &amp;amp; only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue I'm sorry about all the things I said to you And I know I can't take it back I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds And baby the way you make my world go 'round And I just wanted to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-buckcherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lets go on to todays event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today school was an enduring experience i dare say. It started with ...wait.&lt;br /&gt;English ... or was it science.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah it was english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my day started as well as the Sadamm Husein's trial , and well we all know how that ended.&lt;br /&gt;We went through a comphrehension taken from the book City of Joy, so of course it was a rather interesting text, then Ms Pesvien Neo started telling us about this book she once read about slaves and famine and people suffering from hunger in third-world countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said, "but it was very heart-warming"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet mother of susan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came science, thank god the man who has labelled everyone as insane did not come today so Ms Ho came to give us a worksheet to practice for our science practical. Other then that it was just a free period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next reccess...i 'll skip that yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou then Art, art art art.&lt;br /&gt;With good old Mr Z____, who has clearly no idea the how much power the postion of teacher has. Ussually i would never write anything so sensitive about a teacher online, but when it comes to this, i seriously think&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; won't be the one in trouble for what i say. And i quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think you deserve to be in this school! You think you are very smart!? There are many other people we would gladly take into this school over you since they can do better! You go some lousy school like St.Pats! You belong in St.Pats.!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know why the art room is placed on the fifth floor? So no one can hear you scream when i beat you up. And you think im joking is it? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look like you going to die already, go break your fast lah!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh prefect, i don't like prefects"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh let me find something hard to throw at you. *picks up wooden stick,hits table*&lt;br /&gt;Why you never listen to me?!*waving stick* WHY?! WHY!!?? WHY?!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh i dont balem you for not being able to pay attention, cause you're a runner. You cannot pay attention , i know , i know. You should have gone to sports school"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im going to make all of you stand in the sun, eh cross-country boy, you love the sun right?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thank god last period was geog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Raksha always cheers everyone up after a crappy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, i remember this damn funny thing she did earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhe Chuan: Ma'am i left my workbook in crass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Raksha:What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhe Chuan:I left my workbook in crass. can i go take it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Raksha: Fine, go get it from your cRass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Raksha: And be quick, make sure your cRass door isn't locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came another two hours with Ms Neo for detention.&lt;br /&gt;-my bad to way-j-&lt;br /&gt;Did her comphre but could nt leave until the two hours were over.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Ms Tays detention, she will be as fierce as she can during class and will give people up to 8hours of detention. But when it comes to detention time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sigh, i know you all are not very badly behaved boys. Your actually quite smart, just finish the worksheet i give you, i go through the answers then you leave already kay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That mostly takes an hour tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, i went well...&lt;br /&gt;to cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;But thats a different story, one i dont have time for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-7833844267588556743?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7833844267588556743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=7833844267588556743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/7833844267588556743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/7833844267588556743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-one-only.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-2402681861811584843</id><published>2008-09-17T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:11:54.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;INSANE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;not sane; not of sound mind; mentally deranged.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;of, pertaining to, or characteristic of a person who is mentally deranged: insane actions; an insane asylum.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;utterly senseless: an insane plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being called insane by a senile old man today, i just figured that people might actually want to know the real meaning of the word. Man do i hate the substutuites.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to bryans blog. Its 18 days till the exams, i would say i've started mugging , though if i dont do anything about it im going to fail chemistry. I blame three people, well actually its only one person. Out of the three people, one of them is so old he might already be dead, the other one is an 8 month old fetus. So that just leaves us with one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets lable her Captain Slacksalot on the Don't Give A Shit Express.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait , if i do pass chem, i know who else i should thank.&lt;br /&gt;My only reliable teacher, Bill Nye the Science Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shit you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently i remind bryan of Dr House.&lt;br /&gt;I take that as a compliment somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-2402681861811584843?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/2402681861811584843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=2402681861811584843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/2402681861811584843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/2402681861811584843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/insane-adjective-1.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-4940776873958382108</id><published>2008-09-15T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:43:00.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This Monday was by far better then the last, still its an insanely boring one. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;If i stop typing halfway during this post its probably due to the fact i fell asleep at my keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;Though i doubt that really is going to happen. Anyway i was saying that earli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-4940776873958382108?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/4940776873958382108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=4940776873958382108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/4940776873958382108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/4940776873958382108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-monday-was-by-far-better-then-last.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-1846202118215876137</id><published>2008-09-13T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:33:14.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With all they hype about the clash at anfield between the reds,Liverpool &amp;amp; Man Utd&lt;br /&gt;(congrats to all Liverpool fans for the 2-1 win)&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking about my top eleven of all time, and i think it would go something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manger:George Graham&lt;br /&gt;4-4-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeper:Gordon Banks&lt;br /&gt;(In my opinion, the best keeper in history)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left-Back:Roberto Carlos&lt;br /&gt;(Not only is he a great defender, his speed and free kicks are to die for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centre-Backs: &lt;strong&gt;Franz Beckenbaur&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; Bobby Moore&lt;br /&gt;(For Beckenbaur,no explanation needed. For Moore , he is so freaking awesome that i really believe England would not have won the world cup if not for his equaliser and splendid defending)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-Back:Palo Madini&lt;br /&gt;(Best right-back ever, and he has a cool hairstyle.haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winger(left):George Best&lt;br /&gt;(Two words :George &lt;strong&gt;Best&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winger(right):&lt;strong&gt;Diego Marradona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How great was he?Lets put it this way, when the first ferrari F-50s were out, it was only made in red. For Diego alone, they made it in black. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midfileder:&lt;strong&gt;Johan Cruijf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(One of the three players in history to have been named European Footballer of the Year thrice, another one of them is Marco Van Basten, also a favourite player of mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midfielder: Zinedine Zidane&lt;br /&gt;(One of the most &lt;strong&gt;skillful&lt;/strong&gt; players in the history of football, the dribbling of a god)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centre Forward:Ferenc Puskas&lt;br /&gt;(He scored a remarkable 84 goals in 85 international matches for Hungary, and 514 goals in 529 matches in the Hungarian and Spanish leagues. He is also regarded by some as the best shooter in football history.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centre Forward:~!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;EDWARD JOSEPH &lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;'TED' DRAKE!~&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;(captain)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Arsenal Scoring Legend and Legendary Captain, being the first and one of the only players to score 7 goals in one match, in one season he scored 42 goals in 41 games, he played for Arsenal all three seasons when they won the leauge tittle consecutively and manager George Allison himslef said that alot of the matches won were thanks to Drakes Goals. He was top scorer for Arsenal for five seasons in a row and scored the only goal in the 1936 FA cup Final.Uptil today he is known as one of Arsenals top scorers and the most loved captain, despite being captain for a short period of 3 seaons only-sustained a spinal injury in a match againts Reading in 1945-. He also had to retire soon after due to this injury. And yes, he is my favourite player of all time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ted Drake&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245520127509378242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SMvUw5ZbtMI/AAAAAAAAADE/PmDGkvL51VM/s320/150px-Ted_Drake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Penalties: Puskas/Johan Cruijff/Ted Drake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Short Freekicks:Drake/Zidane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Long Freekicks:Marradona/Roberto Carlos/Beckenbauer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right Corner:Johan Cruijff&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Left Corner: hmm....im not sure, I'll let Graham decide&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Subs:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oliver Kahn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rustuu Ragburr&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patrice Evra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sergio Ramos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allsesandro Nesta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Duncan Edwards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marco Van Basten&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarence Seedorf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;C.Ronaldo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pires&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fabregas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir Bobby Charlton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kevin Kegan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nani&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walcott&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fandhi Ahmad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steven Gerrard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robbie Fowler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rudd Van Nistelrooy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robin Van Persie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Henry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Torres&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Berkhamp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ronaldo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;In bold are my personal favourites, yeah i guess thats about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and for those who dont know im a&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arsenal&lt;/strong&gt; Fan-English &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Real Madrid-Spanish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inter Milan-Italia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bayern Munich-German&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holland&lt;/strong&gt;-International&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~AZH out~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-1846202118215876137?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/1846202118215876137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=1846202118215876137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/1846202118215876137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/1846202118215876137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/with-all-they-hype-about-clash-at.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SMvUw5ZbtMI/AAAAAAAAADE/PmDGkvL51VM/s72-c/150px-Ted_Drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-2466173275664103145</id><published>2008-09-12T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:24:06.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know something? Bad things happen in our world, sad things, things that should not be happening are happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us are so into our own lives and our own problems that we don't really have the time or we just don't care enough to notice this happening but at times something out of routine stumps us and pulls us out of our own shells and forces us to accept that life is not always just rainbows &amp;amp; butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See , a friend of mine told me this story that really made me think about all of this, i don't know whether im making to big a deal about this but i just really found it sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, he went to this funeral , a friend of his parents passed away due to a stroke or something, the guy left behind a rather young wife and 2 children. One of the children 5 and the other is 7, the elder one is autistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heard the widow tell her younger son , "Pa go to heaven ready, cannot see us anymore".&lt;br /&gt;The boy nodded. The mother then told her eldest son , the same thing. He didn't say anything&lt;br /&gt;, my friend guessed he was too sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an open casket ceremony, at the end when they were about to move the body the eldest son walked forward, his mother was crying and didn't see him walk forward,  he extended one arm and tapped the father, he started shaking his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pa, why you sleep so long, wake up ready can, Ma very sad&lt;br /&gt;Wake up ready."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-2466173275664103145?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/2466173275664103145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=2466173275664103145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/2466173275664103145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/2466173275664103145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-know-something-bad-things-happen-in.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-831619851309229060</id><published>2008-09-09T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:34:17.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;Season 6 Episode 2&lt;br /&gt;One Million Billionth Of A Milisecond On A Sunday Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow...&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow...&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i have to say about this epsiode, though its a majorly awesome, it has the worst ending ever.&lt;br /&gt;EVER.&lt;br /&gt;It ends with the line, said by Lucas after he gets a call from someone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quintein Fields was shot tonight, he's dead"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant go on...&lt;br /&gt;Dammit,&lt;br /&gt;Q was the coolset character.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-831619851309229060?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/831619851309229060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=831619851309229060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/831619851309229060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/831619851309229060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-tree-hill-season-6-episode-2-one.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-8786894710242112304</id><published>2008-09-08T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:33:53.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things that take about 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Third Season of Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of the Rings 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of time it took &lt;a href="http://www.justyouraveragejoggler.com/" target="_new"&gt;Perry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Romanowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to break the world record for a 50-mile jog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of time for Abdul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zameer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Husref&lt;/span&gt; to become miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, after a mere week away from school, all it took was 8 hours on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; to make my life as miserable as possible. First the day kicked off with a talk from ,apparently, Victoria Schools Finest. The Peer Leaders. Fine, it was for a good cause as they were trying to get as many sec2s as they can interested in applying to be one, but something ticked me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy kept saying how it will be our job to inspire sec 1s not to be shy and confused and how its our job to make them come out of their shells. Thinking back to our very own peer leaders a year ago, i was no where near as hell convinced. They had an easy job,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"EH, Good Morning 1I, we are your peer leaders......do you all know each others names? Right now its time to find out"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"EH, Good Morning 1I, we are your peer leaders back again ......do you all remember each others names? Right now its time to find out"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very inspiring is it?&lt;br /&gt;.........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway then the guy proceeded to tell us how we were feeling last year, how we are feeling now and how we're going to feel if we go for the camp.I could not stop myself from trying to make him mentally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;combust&lt;/span&gt;, it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up ,&lt;br /&gt;Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tay&lt;/span&gt; came to class to give out stuff ,take back stuff and make sure we were all sitting in the right places. Oh and to remind us we had exactly four weeks till we were going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt; by the exams.&lt;br /&gt;O.0&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't make her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;combust&lt;/span&gt; either...&lt;br /&gt;Dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course soon after,&lt;br /&gt;Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Koh&lt;/span&gt; came in for five minutes , and amazingly manged to pull at least 8 jokes out from nowhere, might i mention his jokes are more like redundant statements then jokes and that the only person in class who sincerely laughs is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;abhiram&lt;/span&gt;, for people who have had the displeasure of meeting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;abhiram&lt;/span&gt;, i cannot put it clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment he left, my day hit a new a low as Ms P____ N*o came in, with every step she took inside the class i felt my spirit slowly being sucked away and thrown into the immortal dark black hole located where normal humans have hearts. She of course wasted no time in reminding us of the 4 weeks she had left to torture us, i meant teach, i meant teach. She also gave us two options of what we wanted to do during her period, just read or go to the computer lab and do the reading programme survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: (loudest)Survey!....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;read(murmurs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms N*o:Fine, so we'll stay here and read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was recess which would have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; lightened my mood up, but oh wait, i just had to be fasting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which came Home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ec&lt;/span&gt;, which i found out that we were being given a test, not just any test but 30% of our exams, sweet holy great grand mother of god........&lt;br /&gt;The test ended and then was just 70 minutes off listening to Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hashima&lt;/span&gt; go on about cooking,sewing,cooking and more sewing. I would have rather been at a slumber party with Hitler and Mussolini then have to go through that again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;and those&lt;/span&gt; guys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;friendliest&lt;/span&gt; of the bunch. Next came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt;, which was by far the best period of the day since we had to finish watching the movie and there was no real work, in that moment i thought,"there is a god"&lt;br /&gt;phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hands of time struck 140,which would have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ussually&lt;/span&gt; meant that it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;OPW&lt;/span&gt; , but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;OPW&lt;/span&gt; was officially over, so that had to mean , school was over!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Endex&lt;/span&gt;?But sadly no, based on the day i had been having so far i was in fact not one bit surprised when Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; informed us that we're going to be the doing maths for the next hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a god, but he is pure evil" i corrected myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i managed to finish the paper and that was it for school&lt;br /&gt;*cue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;paramore&lt;/span&gt;-misery business*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came straight home,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Sry&lt;/span&gt; bout that Papaya(err..hard to explain, its not really a papaya)&lt;br /&gt;and attempted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;mugg&lt;/span&gt; after half an hour i couldn't take the pressure from my eye lids to close.&lt;br /&gt;"Fine i thought to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;myslef&lt;/span&gt;, 5 minute power nap, 10 tops"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing i know, its 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got to get back to absorbing as much information possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; just one last thing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Monday, hate is a strong word, but i really,really,really,really,really,really don't like you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;AZH&lt;/span&gt; out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-8786894710242112304?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/8786894710242112304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=8786894710242112304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/8786894710242112304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/8786894710242112304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-that-take-about-8-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-238409236120382806</id><published>2008-09-06T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:58:03.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i heard this joke once by this hilarious comedian,Maz Jobrani, and something i read earlier today reminded me of it. I read this paper by this anonymous journalist about stereotypes on this pubulic forum, these two guys were arguing about it and so this joke came back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You guys know something, stereotypes really suck? (crowd cheers) But luckily some people are breaking stereotypes, like the stereotype about gays, that they never do sports? I mean come one, have you not watched proffesionell boxing? Two buff fit guys in nothing but shiny silk shorts fighting over a big old shiny belt? The gays sure as hell had something to do with this! But seriously , the stereotypes about asians is that they cant drive, but lately i've seen commercials where asians are selling cars, thats good, thats good. But we middle eastern people(&lt;/em&gt;he's iranian-american)&lt;em&gt;we sure not breaking our stereotype, you don't see an iranian guy in a air-craf commercial sayin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Come fly with middle-east air....I dare you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to live things up i posted this joke on the forum as well, within hours both parties had joined up and were now arguing againts my incompetence to understand anything of seriousness and how i should go read forums about clowns if i want to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very cool on my part, so i knew , my only chance was too make both the smart asses feel too uncomfortable to continue arguing with me.So after awhile i came up with something that quieted them up rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You sick sons of bitches, when my son was 7 , he was molested by a &lt;strong&gt;clown&lt;/strong&gt; and now he cries everytime he sees a balloon and your telling me i should be a clown? Who in gods name raised you!!??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forum was closed soon after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me all happy on the inside when other people feel uncomfortable around me....&lt;br /&gt;like a jolly schoolgirl in springtime...&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i said it.&lt;br /&gt;Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, in the topic of comedians go check this guy out on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Iglesias.&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-238409236120382806?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/238409236120382806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=238409236120382806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/238409236120382806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/238409236120382806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-i-heard-this-joke-once-by-this.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-4652538441128576111</id><published>2008-09-03T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:53:48.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well.&lt;br /&gt;Not much to tell for today, and im too lazy to come up with some kind off eccentric post, that i've done so often.No kind of quizzes to do &amp;amp; nothing to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Isnt this an awkward silence?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.It is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've recently heard this song by Secondhand Serenade, the one-man-band that brought us the hit track, fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is called Vulnereble and i think it alot better then fall for you, yet for some reason it isn't that widely known. The music of the song is rather mellowed down as most of it is played  on an acoustic guitar,and the lyrics really are quite cool and meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vulnerable"&lt;br /&gt;Share with me the blankets that your wrapped in&lt;br /&gt;Because its cold outside cold outside its cold outside&lt;br /&gt;Share with me the secrets that you kept in&lt;br /&gt;Because its cold inside cold inside its cold inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your slowly shaking finger tips&lt;br /&gt;Show that your scared like me so&lt;br /&gt;Let's pretend we're alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you may be scared&lt;br /&gt;And I know we're unprepared&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think that you are invincible?&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me that I'm the only one that's vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that a song already?&lt;br /&gt;I get a B in originality&lt;br /&gt;And it's true I can't go on without you&lt;br /&gt;Your smile makes me see clear&lt;br /&gt;If you could only see in the mirror what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're slowly shaking finger tips&lt;br /&gt;Show that you're scared like me so&lt;br /&gt;Let's pretend we're alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you may be scared&lt;br /&gt;And I know we're unprepared&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think that you are invincible?&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me that I'm the only one that's vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down girl -- you're not going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Just wait around and see&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am much more you never know what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;I promise I can be anyone,&lt;br /&gt;I can be anything&lt;br /&gt;Just because you were hurt doesn't mean you shouldn't bleed&lt;br /&gt;I can be anyone, anything, I promise&lt;br /&gt;I can be what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me tell me&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think that you are invincible?&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me that I'm the only one that's vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Endex~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people also have asked why he calls himself Secondhand Serenade instead of just using his own name,John Vesely. Well the reson for it is quite cool actually. His first song he ever wrote he sang to his wife for their aniversary so he serenaded her, so all his songs he fist sings to his wife, and if she likes them, then he records it. So first he serenades her, which means when we listen to his songs we're getting a &lt;u&gt;Secondhand Serenade.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;AZH out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-4652538441128576111?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/4652538441128576111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=4652538441128576111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/4652538441128576111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/4652538441128576111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/well.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-1351596194671829062</id><published>2008-09-02T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:34:13.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was pretty cool i guess, my day started at 4AM. Its the second day of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;puasa&lt;/span&gt;( &lt;/em&gt;fasting)&lt;br /&gt;so in the morning, my family decided to go to Mac for breakfast before the fasting began. Quite fun actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;driving&lt;/span&gt; around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;serangoon&lt;/span&gt; at 4 in the morning, then when we finally got to the Macs, it was 'closed for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt;'. I bet they were just too lazy to take our orders.......Damn Communists.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had to go to the next closest one, which was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haogang&lt;/span&gt;. Thank god, this one was open. The entire time we were there, i was trying to explain to my dad how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; worked,my mum who had just made her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and had a total of 5 friends, was acting all high and mighty. The conversation went somewhat like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:So, its just pictures is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z:NO....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of stuff, like games, adding your friends , networking that kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:If i ask people to send me their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;amature&lt;/span&gt; porn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;videos&lt;/span&gt; on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; , will they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Zan&lt;/span&gt;:(laughing) yeah, they might, its quite a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Zav&lt;/span&gt;:Yeah,but you need an offshore account and everything, its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;illegal&lt;/span&gt; in Singapore. But quite a good idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Rubbish.....Its very easy to use, i can teach you if you need ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z:Mum, when you read peoples comments on their own profiles, you thought they were all  talking to you..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL:(laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:(annoyed face) Fine, fine....at least i have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;facebox&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the rest of my day i devoted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;souly&lt;/span&gt; to the debut episode of one tree hill season 6!&lt;br /&gt;Right at the end of season 5 , it leaves when Mouth quits his job, Nathan gets his skills back, Peyton finds out about someone who knows her biological mother, Dan gets hit by a car and Lucas sits in the airport, takes out his mobile phone and says to someone . "I've got 2 plane tickets to Vegas, do you want to get married tonight?"At the same time they show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; scenes where Lindsay,Peyton and Brooke answer their phones. So we do not know who he calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the episode, it stars with Lucas dreaming what would happen on their one year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt; if he chooses each girl. Dan gets taken into a hospital, but he realises the only nurse there is Psycho Nanny Carrie, who wants to kill him and is torturing him for asking her to stay away from Jamie. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Brookes&lt;/span&gt; call is from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Vicoria&lt;/span&gt;, her mother, who wants to take over her company. And the girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lucas&lt;/span&gt; chooses, is Peyton.Mouth quits his job and is moving to Omaha because he got a job offer there, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;milllicent&lt;/span&gt;,his girlfriend and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;brookes&lt;/span&gt; assistant, goes with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The episode ends with Brooke closing her store, and saying to herself "this is my store, my company , my life" she turns around and this thug jumps her and hits her and  she falls to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next episode comes out next Tuesday and is titled&lt;br /&gt;"One Million Billionth of a Millisecond on a Sunday Morning"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going to attempt to stay awake for the rest of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;dayy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;AZH&lt;/span&gt; out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-1351596194671829062?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/1351596194671829062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=1351596194671829062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/1351596194671829062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/1351596194671829062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was-pretty-cool-i-guess-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-934179471713445939</id><published>2008-09-01T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:04:06.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whooo!&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill Season 6&lt;br /&gt;TMRW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is gna be a short one. I dont really have much to tell, just a msg i need to pass to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Dude, enough with all the damn majorly lame lies. No one buys it anymore, we all just think your completely retarded. Game is up man, Get a life"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;AZH out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-934179471713445939?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/934179471713445939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=934179471713445939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/934179471713445939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/934179471713445939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/whooo-one-tree-hill-season-6-tmrw.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-2578037920391867851</id><published>2008-08-30T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:00:37.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Im pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Im pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;IM PISSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;IM PISSSED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IM PISSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IM PISSED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im pissed.&lt;br /&gt;IM PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;IM PISSED!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Im pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;IM PISSED!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Im pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Im pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;IM PISSED!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM PISSED OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM PISSED OFF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM PISSED OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM PISSED OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM PISSED OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so godamn fucking pisssed off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~AZH OUT FUCKERS~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-2578037920391867851?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/2578037920391867851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=2578037920391867851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/2578037920391867851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/2578037920391867851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-8754307452852924563</id><published>2008-08-26T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:28:15.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;Season 6&lt;br /&gt;5 more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my one tree hill countdown, its safe to say that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; posted in a little over a week. Before going on, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;there is &lt;/span&gt; this promise i have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;full fill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natalia, its my fault your phone got confiscated...~&lt;br /&gt;-_-.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Public&lt;/span&gt; enough?God............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; generally been majorly busy this past week, in between finding out that i pretty much got  a c5 for all my papers....except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt;, in that case, i got an e8.&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me, shoot me now. On Monday, we,Me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gareth&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt;,way-j,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Justin&lt;/span&gt;, took a small part up in this play for act3. My role was a conscience of this guy, who was tempted to start smoking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite funny actually, though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;China man&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; the Malaysian , completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt; over this time.      But, we have to get use to putting up 5-men shows, after Gareth and Joshua leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all we'd be left with anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another not, that woman from 938 live who heard me speak at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;TKGS&lt;/span&gt; emailed me, asking for some teachers email. I told her to go get it from the VS website, looking back now, that would not appear very nicely on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;resigme&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got more emails then ever from different organizations wanting me to be back-up emcees for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of events. It may sound like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; boasting, because i am. But why in the hell would you email me to be a back-up emcee??? Dudes, its either full package or no delivery. King Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;CCP&lt;/span&gt; programme for the year, which is sad not only because the programme was fun but because it leaves us with It-that-must-not-be-named for an extra hour every week. And damn, that Miss Rebbecca can sing! I bet if she was our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; teacher our marks would go right up, amongst other things.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right , i just realised that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;organization&lt;/span&gt; for this post has been extremely messed up, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; just quit while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; well...behind.&lt;br /&gt; Seeing you in 11 days.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;AZH&lt;/span&gt; out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-8754307452852924563?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/8754307452852924563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=8754307452852924563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/8754307452852924563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/8754307452852924563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-tree-hill-season-6-5-more-days-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-7365318785388306258</id><published>2008-08-16T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:51:19.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;Season 6&lt;br /&gt;16 days to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was well a Saturday, and a rather interesting one at that, for many reasons, some of which i don't feel like sharing with random strangers on the internet who have their pants down while reading blogs, so moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having to listen to Sam singing the songs from Sweeny Todd all week, i just had to watch it again late last night(or was it early this morning?) and it just naver seems to amaze me, and all that stuff i've heard from Anuar Ikuan really does make sense, the music does tell the story, it portrays all the emotion in the flick, be it the longing for love, the pure hatred, the immense anger, the green jealousy or just the everlasting sorrow.Nicely topped off by the pure skill of Depp's acting and the creativity of Tim Burton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping rest of the day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(imagine that kind of soundeffect from back to the future when they time travel...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tue tue tue tue tue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're at the opening game of EPL where Arsenal took on newly promoted West Bromovich,&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal won a goal to nil with a nicelyplayed  goal from new meat Zameer Nasri, I mean Samir, Samir, in the first 4 mintues but the rest was a typical Arsenal game, attempt attempt and attempt but no finishes, then again that could just be the lack of Midfield Maestro ,Cesc Fabregas, whos out due to  some reason or another.Lets just hope they can do better this season then the last.........4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i just realised that the EOYs are less about 2months away, and i am as ready as the Americans were for the Japs to bomb Pearl Harbour, if you don't know your history or arent a Ben Affleck fan , that means im Not As Hell Near Ready,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this effects, classes next year, which means its important,&lt;br /&gt;Yet i somehow still don't find myself to be that worried? Does that mean i really am just a slacker?I need something real, to just point out the importance of the situation, not just to make me realise it but to make me act on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope thats going to come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Not As Hell Near Ready, would be a cool name for a album or song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-7365318785388306258?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7365318785388306258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=7365318785388306258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/7365318785388306258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/7365318785388306258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-tree-hill-season-6-16-days-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-683565980167088306</id><published>2008-08-15T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:37:26.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;Season 6&lt;br /&gt;17 more days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, physics today went well enough, though judging from my comments about my maths paper, im sure in hell not counting my chickens before they hatch. Anyway, tmrws begining of EPL,&lt;br /&gt;and arsenal have opening match, hell yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news ,&lt;br /&gt;China have 26 golds&lt;br /&gt;USA have 14 golds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Germany have 8&lt;br /&gt;South Korea have 6&lt;br /&gt;Italy have 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after 48 years Singapore have a chance of getting a silver!&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, i do feel somehow proud, i guess even though when compared to other countires we're nothing of equal caliber, but living in Singapore, experiencing everything as a Nation has in fact made us all patriotic, despite how much we much deny it, say S-league sucks, how we hate P*P, hate the weather, hate singing National Day Songs, there will be a bit in every Singaporean that naturally feels happy and proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-683565980167088306?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/683565980167088306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=683565980167088306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/683565980167088306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/683565980167088306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-tree-hill-season-6-17-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-6778026194997538709</id><published>2008-08-14T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:05:23.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;Season 6&lt;br /&gt;18 more days to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent blogged in a couple of days, been way busy with exams and stuff anws, this is gna be a short one, gotta hit the hay, physics tmrw. Maths didn't go as well as planned , i ended up labelling my graph wrongly, so my x-axis became my y-axis.....i felt like leaving a note for ms tay,&lt;br /&gt;Laterally inverted....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway malay was well...malay....&lt;br /&gt;Not fun,&lt;br /&gt;I just hope i don't screw up physics tommorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-6778026194997538709?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/6778026194997538709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=6778026194997538709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/6778026194997538709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/6778026194997538709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-havent-blogged-in-couple-of-days-been.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-3516116537038571218</id><published>2008-08-12T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:23:01.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;Season 6&lt;br /&gt;20 more days to go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-3516116537038571218?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/3516116537038571218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=3516116537038571218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/3516116537038571218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/3516116537038571218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-tree-hill-season-6-20-more-days-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-581361132565114402</id><published>2008-08-12T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:55:36.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The geog paper when reasonably well today, I guess its rather simple memorising why people have sex in less developed countires and why they don't in developed ones, damn work-force, takes fun away from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Human Geography, how nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just thankful that our Geog teacher is Ms Raksha, not only can she teach major well, but shes major awesome as well, then again if i had to deal with more cases like a certain someone, i might just have to attempt to make myself mentally combust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, did you know that my favourite english teacher!!!Taught us all something new today, Harley Davidson is a guitar!Golly Gee , i never knew that! Then again you learn many new things in MY english class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example.&lt;br /&gt;The vatican has only one inhabitant,&lt;br /&gt;Tim Howard is pronounced HOO-WARD,&lt;br /&gt;Probably is pronounced Plobary&lt;br /&gt;"Getting over yourself" means getting over a hard time in your life&lt;br /&gt;Majority applies to one person, if that person has the srongest say&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers wear Billabong Outfits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was just from last month,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tmrw is maths paper, and for once i feel it can go reasonably well, not super great, but reasonably well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-581361132565114402?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/581361132565114402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=581361132565114402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/581361132565114402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/581361132565114402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/08/geog-paper-when-reasonably-well-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-298188340614527371</id><published>2008-08-11T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:12:28.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just remembered something i have to blog about!&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Hongs prejudice againts indians. Someday last week, i came back from malay class, only to find way-j,justing and cheng hong in a rather heated discussion, having known this jokers for about two years now, i knew it had to be something with indians(long story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i would have never guessed what it was about.&lt;br /&gt;From my memory the conversation when a bit like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Hong turns to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CH:Zameer, indians wipe their sh*t with their bare hands right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me awhile too notice that he was serious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:What the hell???Dont talk nonsense lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WJ:Ya lah, since when anyone do that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin:Since just now we try to tell him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CH: I'm serious,I'm serious&lt;br /&gt;(He looked like he was trying to convince himself more then us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who told you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CH: My mother....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point , way-j starts laughing to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CH:Im serious,im serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: How your mother know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CH:don't know , maybe friend or colleauge tell her, as in not the Singaporean Indians, the India one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:I heard china cleanest place in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CH:I also  not from China what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us stare and look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CH:im serious, im serious.Or else why mother tell me not to eat indian food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, im sure we all were careful not to say the real reason.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, but im not really surprised this came from Cheng Hong, after all he did once tell me and Sam when he goes to a toilet in Malaysia, he leaves the tap on because Malaysia sell Singapore water at too high a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, sams entire family is malaysian. Then again, what can we expect from our truly patriotic Singaporeans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard this joke, it when like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahatir, Bush and Lee Kuan Yew were standing on an island surrounded by sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:My soldiers are very brave, they will dare to swim 5 laps around this island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A malaysian soldier heres this and swims the 5 laps immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahatir turns to the other 2 and says.&lt;br /&gt;"that is bravery"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:Hmmm, my soldiers have faced far worse they can swim 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An american soldier heres this and swims the 10 laps immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Bush turns to the other two and says.&lt;br /&gt;"that is bravery"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LKY laughs to himself, he calls a singaporean soldier forward and says to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Soldier, i want you to swim 50 laps around this island, but you must cut yourself first, and finish all the laps in 10 seconds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In turn, the soldier smacks LKY across the face and shouts&lt;br /&gt;"You siao ah!!!???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LKY turns to the other two and says.&lt;br /&gt;"Now &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;is bravery"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something to laugh about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-298188340614527371?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/298188340614527371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=298188340614527371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/298188340614527371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/298188340614527371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-remembered-something-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-8406077717093537818</id><published>2008-08-11T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:17:11.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am Cow&lt;br /&gt;Hear me moo I weigh twice as much as you&lt;br /&gt; And I look good on the barbecue&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt, curd, cream cheese, and butter's&lt;br /&gt; Made from liquid from my udders&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, I am cow, hear me moo!&lt;br /&gt; I am cow, eating grass Methane gas comes out my ass&lt;br /&gt;And out my muzzle when I belch&lt;br /&gt;Oh the ozone layer is thinner&lt;br /&gt; From the outcome of my dinner&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, I am cow, I've got gas.&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, here I stand&lt;br /&gt; Far and wide upon this land&lt;br /&gt;And I am living everywhere&lt;br /&gt; From B.C. to YNewfoundland you can squeeze my teats by hand&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, I am cow, I am cow, I am cow, I am cow, I am cow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt feel like writing......&lt;br /&gt;Got a new Com.&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-8406077717093537818?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/8406077717093537818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=8406077717093537818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/8406077717093537818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/8406077717093537818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-cow-hear-me-moo-i-weigh-twice-as.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-5827344202516628548</id><published>2008-08-10T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:57:42.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This quiz looked fun,so for once Alaina got me to this by choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Zameer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Zav&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Zansher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Cherisha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Alaina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Natalia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Justin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Sis(liyana)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Nicole Sie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.Grace Sie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Xun Yi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Sam Lee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Farahin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Farah Natalya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Gareth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Jun Hua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Iris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Nicole Clark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Bryan Choy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Imen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Alena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Halim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Shahirah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Joanne Tan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Aliah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whats an inside joke with 7?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With Justin..haha too many to choose? It includes my X-Ray vision and his flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What about 22?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I say your mother! Your father, auntie ,uncle everyone want not?! Hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would you go out with 12?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With sam? Yeah,as a friend of course. Great guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Name 1 word to describe 5?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alaina?Bubbly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would 4 look good with 25?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sha with Aliah? Well i know i would enjoy that hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would you go out with 19?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bryan....hahas. Hes insanely fun to hang out with, as friends of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When is 11's birthday?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27th July, easy to remember. Same as Darrens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are 3 and 18 best friends?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My bro and nicole?They've never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever liked 21?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alena?hahas..went out once if i remember, complete disaster. But yeah, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever liked 13?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, probably, like an amazingly long time ago.hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you tell 17 anything?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iris, LOL,I doubt she'll get what im saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How much do you love 4?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sha?Like a sister to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How do you know 20?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imen,From primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would you make out with 9?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hell yeah,She knows she wants me, anytime you're ready Nickie.xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How'd you meet 18?Nicole? Sams friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What word comes to you when you hear 23's name?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shahirah, BIMBO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever had a crush on 16?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.......Chang Jun Hua..are you freaking kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then what about 22?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HALIM.....hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha(pause,catches breath)hahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whats one word that describes 15?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gareth Ng, Drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you think 9 will be when she grows up?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nickie!!!My wife!...haha inside joke. Nah, maybe a music teacher or singer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Give me a random fact about 6?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Natalia. She makes the sun shine,she makes the moon glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What about 8?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sis?Laughs way too easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And how bout 1?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will rule the world someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What song do you relate 14 to?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm....That Banana Song from Charlie The Unicorn.Can't belive i wacthed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What movie would 24 be in?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joe?Goal....she's the best girl soccer player i know.Shes still gorgeous though....(dont kill me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you think of 10?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gracie??Lil Sis In Law!...Hahas...still with the inside jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would you make out with 1?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hell, i don't know anyone who wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What about 17?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahas, me and Iris. Nah, i don't think so, too good a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Could you live w/o 20?Imen? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha..i'd miss our witty little arguements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would 13 make a good couple with 16?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahas..Jun Hua and Farahin, lol,in fact i don't think ive ever seen people who are complete opposites.So hell no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What about 23 and 5?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shahirah and Aliana..oh HELL yeahI'd like the sound of that.hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have 4 ever liked you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sha?No way, we've been besties way too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What about 1?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Madly in love with me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is 25 your friend? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aliah?Havent seen her in forever, but we talk often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What number can you see yourself most in?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What number should 22 go out with?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm...maybe 25. Mat and Minah.hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you in love with anyone with any of the numbers?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love?? Well NO.9 is with me,hahas ....hmmm am i?In truth , maybe,kind of obvious from the earlier questions .NO.19 knows the answer to this one,hahas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aight thats it i guess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.~AZH out~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-5827344202516628548?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/5827344202516628548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=5827344202516628548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/5827344202516628548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/5827344202516628548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-quiz-looked-kinda-funand-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-8305280276934472942</id><published>2008-08-10T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:43:58.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning world, yes i said good morning. I woke up about 1/2 hour ago, since Ive been asleep all day  and was just stdying all night...i don't really have much to say considering my past 24hrs,but for some reason i've had tis addictency to blogging, i feel it prudent to inform the whloe world of my on-goings in my life&lt;br /&gt;.......................................then again , i am the main chracter in this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-8305280276934472942?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/8305280276934472942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=8305280276934472942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/8305280276934472942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/8305280276934472942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-morning-world-yes-i-said-good.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-5578094564428575706</id><published>2008-08-10T04:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T05:04:19.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 4:55 by my clock.&lt;br /&gt;Staying up to Mug, for CAs next week. But something i just thing bloggers everywhere should be writing about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 In Memoriam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 ~Bernie Mac~&lt;br /&gt;                                  1957-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-5578094564428575706?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/5578094564428575706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=5578094564428575706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/5578094564428575706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/5578094564428575706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-455-by-my-clock.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-4077681866419740829</id><published>2008-08-09T20:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:21:40.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Instead of telling you about my life,i'll excercise the facelessness of modern living and allow computer generated quizzes to tell you about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="resdiv"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Your Theme Song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;"Jump" - Van Halen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FFFFFF;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=92"&gt;'What is your theme song?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="color: #FFFFFF;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="resdiv"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#FFFFFF" border="0" width="350" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="color: black; border: 1px solid black; background: white;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What were you in your past life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;You were ... &lt;b&gt;a sad clown.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="15"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FFFFFF;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_176.html"&gt;'What were you in your past life?'&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;at&lt;/font&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO....EX-SAD CLOWN, CURRENT VAN HALEN FAN.....&lt;br /&gt;spot on&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-4077681866419740829?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/4077681866419740829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=4077681866419740829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/4077681866419740829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/4077681866419740829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/08/instead-of-telling-you-about-my-lifeill.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-120947719124789500</id><published>2008-08-09T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:57:49.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend showed me this blog of this guy, she told me that he was gay,  depressed and thought he was being possesed by the devil. My first reaction was of course majorly freaked out that she was telling me to go to a gay guys blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NO she wasn't trying to imply anything......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i checked it out(curiosity got the better of me)&lt;br /&gt;...that guy has some serious problems, he tried to kill himself many times over, he's a christian so he openly states that he's going to get eternal damnation for being like that, hes in a all-boys school-(not mine thank god)-and he says that everyone hates him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just made me think, how each and every one of us is stuck in our own world, where everything goes to plan, that we cannot step out and take a look at everything from a macrosopic view, everyone has problems, but many other people have worse ones, and other people have problems worse then that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i always have the impression , that my life is a story where i'm the main character, but in truth all of us are just chapters...no , we are just mere pages in the great book of existence and all that is around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really makes you wonder about how a big problem in our story, maybe a even bigger one in anothers, or a small one in someone elses. In this way we are all linked one way or another?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just something that one ponders about, right now i have to get back to pondering about refraction and relfection if i want to have the slightest chance of passing physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heres something, i heard before,that  you should think about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever looked into an old photograph of yourself and noticed a starnger just passing by in the background?Makes you wonder, how many strangers have pictures of you?Will they always remian starngers or does that mean destiny already forseed that you would meet in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-120947719124789500?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/120947719124789500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=120947719124789500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/120947719124789500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/120947719124789500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-friend-showed-me-this-blog-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-778661788833927008</id><published>2008-08-08T15:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:50:21.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't even know why i'm doing this, I generally don't humour stupidity, asides from mine...But here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Alaina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.what do you think an ideal best friend would be like?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJv6m8FSlnI/AAAAAAAAABE/TqUHNRHMJ7o/s1600-h/barney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232050938991253106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJv6m8FSlnI/AAAAAAAAABE/TqUHNRHMJ7o/s320/barney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahas....nah..i Prety much do have some great best friends, theyre always there for me and they'll never sell me out......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.If you would have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJv8UesjVNI/AAAAAAAAABM/Tz1GXbIoDZU/s1600-h/j+alba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232052820888474834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJv8UesjVNI/AAAAAAAAABM/Tz1GXbIoDZU/s320/j+alba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; + &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJv8kTTONpI/AAAAAAAAABc/TXyHdZ1x7h0/s1600-h/zameer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232053092707350162" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="177" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJv8kTTONpI/AAAAAAAAABc/TXyHdZ1x7h0/s320/zameer.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;+&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJv8b6vN2dI/AAAAAAAAABU/UiIvRTpmk2Q/s1600-h/m+fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232052948674927058" style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" height="149" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJv8b6vN2dI/AAAAAAAAABU/UiIvRTpmk2Q/s320/m+fox.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Who's life would you want to take away most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is sure an easy one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nespien Peo.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By killng this beast, i can stop the end of the world and defend the rest of humanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(no pictures for this one, far too vile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buy a license then buy a &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJv9txRaGDI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ev7nuWLSgkA/s1600-h/lambo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232054354883254322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJv9txRaGDI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ev7nuWLSgkA/s320/lambo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJv94FNhIvI/AAAAAAAAABs/-ZV73IMfBf0/s1600-h/manion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232054532034339570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJv94FNhIvI/AAAAAAAAABs/-ZV73IMfBf0/s320/manion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and shares of &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJv-GDTA-ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kJNhw9bECcE/s1600-h/arsenal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232054772038695314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJv-GDTA-ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kJNhw9bECcE/s320/arsenal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJv-gXbFAnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/faicgHALqc0/s1600-h/zebra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232055224117822066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJv-gXbFAnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/faicgHALqc0/s320/zebra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the rainbow zebra is the most important though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Do you like this quiz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like?.....nah, not really...its like something im use too ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sort of like terrorism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;global warming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mediacorp....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't like it, but im use too it,and i deal with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJwAzZvjuJI/AAAAAAAAACE/czzIhgp7aWA/s1600-h/apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232057750181361810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJwAzZvjuJI/AAAAAAAAACE/czzIhgp7aWA/s320/apple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are two havles of an apple ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You cant have one without the other ;in my book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You need to love someone who loves you back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just spending time with her, my friends,my family...thats about it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"rule no.3, no names"-the transporter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJwB1BYOp-I/AAAAAAAAACM/nCrA6IZe5D4/s1600-h/ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232058877512427490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJwB1BYOp-I/AAAAAAAAACM/nCrA6IZe5D4/s320/ghost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell YES...if you see me in person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ask me about Crown Princess Hotel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the 23rd floor......you'll believe as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SHIT YOU NOT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. If the person you like secretly is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;holy shit........hmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It should say what DID i do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;due to reasons my close friends are aware off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll skip this one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years' time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJwCvrG4cCI/AAAAAAAAACU/33o2ACyhAF0/s1600-h/crystal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232059885146370082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJwCvrG4cCI/AAAAAAAAACU/33o2ACyhAF0/s320/crystal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what kind of stupid question is this???? With a crystal ball...DUH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See question 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alaina is .................&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJwDneDoaeI/AAAAAAAAACc/EYMdDsvV99k/s1600-h/speacless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232060843715750370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJwDneDoaeI/AAAAAAAAACc/EYMdDsvV99k/s320/speacless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJwD_S7rRlI/AAAAAAAAACk/uFRxw3EMW0Y/s1600-h/idol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232061253046453842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJwD_S7rRlI/AAAAAAAAACk/uFRxw3EMW0Y/s320/idol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If Hugh can do it, hell why can't i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try to remember where i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. What does your favourite kind of shampoo smells like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJwE2ONzgYI/AAAAAAAAACs/PNizUleKoc4/s1600-h/mint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232062196673118594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJwE2ONzgYI/AAAAAAAAACs/PNizUleKoc4/s320/mint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. How would you rate the perfection of you life now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJwFfXm_-gI/AAAAAAAAAC0/7gTw9gOPpEg/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232062903569349122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJwFfXm_-gI/AAAAAAAAAC0/7gTw9gOPpEg/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; out of 10?20?100?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you to figure out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Endex~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~AZH 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-778661788833927008?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/778661788833927008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=778661788833927008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/778661788833927008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/778661788833927008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-even-know-why-im-doing-this-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SJv6m8FSlnI/AAAAAAAAABE/TqUHNRHMJ7o/s72-c/barney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-318417868244986382</id><published>2008-08-07T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:28:59.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How about a quick game of Q &amp;amp; A?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1:&lt;br /&gt;Would you be nervous presenting a speech to like over 80 different principals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Nope, i don't get stage fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2:&lt;br /&gt;Would you be nervous that the venue was a girls school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:Nope, i shine on any  stage,when I'm doing my thing ...just give me a chance to meet new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3:&lt;br /&gt;What if you were wearing a blazer that was three times to small for you,would you be nervous then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Yup,that would do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4: Would you get majorly paranoid and try to act like nothings wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Thats what i do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5:&lt;br /&gt;Is your name Abdul Zameer Husref?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:On the 5th of august, unfortunately , that was me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5th of August was something i had been looking forward to for awhile now, speaking in front of distinguished guests,getting an award,representing VS.... sounded great.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is until i put on my blazer........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it simply , on Denny De Vito that jacket would have looked liked a TIGHT-vest, on me.....it looked like a bright shiny purple singlet............yes, would not help that my schools blazer is bright and purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes, Barney would have been proud. In attempt to cover up my humiliation, both my hands were almost constantly in  my pockets....(thank god for long pants with deep pockets) and i wouldn't remain still....i was constantly on the move...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making me look like a paranoid druggie,not exactly the kind of impression i wanted to give.   Don't you just wish you were me? Please say yes....i'll gladly exchange roles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my speaking part i guess was well delivered, but hey, i can safely say everyone in the room was exercising their sense of sight more then hearing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean the GOH was smirking even before i got to the funny part of my speach............&lt;br /&gt;in fact she stopped smirking when i got to that part..........&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I need better material....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again...Its not everyone who gets to speak in front of such a number of distinguished guest, i should be proud of myself for even getting that opportunity, not so conscious about all the other trivial stuff :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, who am i trying to shit.......&lt;br /&gt;I'd gladly trade the opportunity for clothes that did not make me look like i just escaped  from Chinatown....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; the clothes do not make the man"- George Micheal...&lt;br /&gt;But George, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most of the time&lt;/span&gt;,yeah they do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-318417868244986382?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/318417868244986382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=318417868244986382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/318417868244986382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/318417868244986382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-about-quick-game-of-q-q1-would-you.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-4911137997846508117</id><published>2008-08-04T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:57:23.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why am i blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea, i ussually blog when im in a social or political dillema, but lifes going pretty well right now.........so i have nothing to say...or do i? Let me attempt to consult my various other personalites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zameer: Hey guys what are we thinking about today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart Zameer: Democracy and Human Rights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Zameer: Boobies and Fried Chicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linguistically Inclined Zameer: I think we should have a reasoned discussion about what we should think about today, be it chicken or human rights, thus we can have a completely fair conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcactic Zameer: Right, lets all listen to the linguistic guy! Or golly gee, heres a better idea! Maybe we should stuff a fork into our neck run around in circles screaming the theme some to Walker Texas Ranger! I can't decide which will be more enterprising and beniftting for the the children in Africa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Zameer: "In they eyes of the ranger he sees the unseuspecting stranger, for when you're in Texas look behind you! For thats where the rangers Gonna be! Gonna be! Gonna be!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcastic Zameer: Oh my god........i can't decide which is worse, being in your company or being in the company of Nespien Peo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:GASP.....HOW DARE YOU??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcastic Zameer: I don't know what made me said that...i think i must go crucify myself to repent for my sins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecure Zameer: Dudes, we have more important thinks to think about that....Shouold we call her back...is there really something wrong with her phone or is she just daoing us??? Are you sure we should  even be taking part in any other events?? I mean do we have the time in between everything else we are doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slack Zameer: Dudes, chill....what we need to do...is listen to some Jack Johnson or Jason Mraz and like let the winds carry our souls of to the motherland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic Zameer: Only when the time is done, under the set of sun, we shall chill, but until then we wrok the mill, for only then will we understand, how slow goes tha passing of the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Zameer: The wheels on the bus go round and round round and round round  round........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zameer: Okay,have i been talking to myself for this long now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart Zameer: Yes , it is a common syndrome that many teenagers go through between the ages of 13-16 ....psychologically described as slight bipolar skitsofrenia... Its a natural part of adolescence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zameer: I should have my own tv show, trust me....it'll get more rating then the Yang Sisters or Parentel Guidence...sadly not as much as Singapore Idol...for some reasons  Singaporeans like to delude themselves as they belive they can sing...Hady Mirza winning Asian Idol by a mojr fluke just adds to this false dream.....god help us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcastic Zameer: Which god would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecure Zameer: Anyone that you truly belive in ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcastic Zameer: Fine....To whom it may concern....help  us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL: hahahahahahahahahas......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Zameer: I don't get it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Endex~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What just happened?... I have just demonstarted what happens to a narccisstic writer, stressed with exams, drunk on a mixture of coke and pepsi and sprite, who is haveing a simulteineous nervous breakdown about presenting a speach to 85 principals in the East Zone........But asides from thats as i mentioned much much earlier.......    Lifes pretty good for me right now......&lt;br /&gt;I guess im just an average teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s yes this was a complete waste of time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-4911137997846508117?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/4911137997846508117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=4911137997846508117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/4911137997846508117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/4911137997846508117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-am-i-blogging-i-have-no-idea-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-7530860701619532443</id><published>2008-08-03T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:17:38.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>National Day approaches ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as patriotic as i am(vommits blood)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be spending the long weekend in KL&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my lit teacher asked me and justin to write poems about singapore and national day and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My passion for poetry...wait that sounds abit gay......&lt;br /&gt;CORRECTION TO EARLIER SENTENCE: my super skills at poetry kicked up and i wrote two poems instead......yes i do have a lot of free time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the first one is called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;This Lady I know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know of this lady, &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dealt with alot,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dealt with a big break-up; a separation&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dealt with Riots and fights,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet she held it through all,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today she still stands tall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know of this lady,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She use to have many uncertainties ,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She was not liked by some of her neighbours,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She knew there was talk behind her back, talk of even an attack&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet she held it thorugh all,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today she still stands tall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know of this lady,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People thought of her as inadequate,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People thought alone,she would not make it,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People thought she would soon crumble and admit defeat,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet she held it through all,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today she still stands tall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know of this lady,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She slowly began to grow in wealth,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She found some help,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She knew many people still judged her&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She knew many people criticized her,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet she held it through all,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today she still stands tall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know of this lady,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who became prosperous,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who became illustrious,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who became marvelous,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because she held it through all,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is why today she still stands tall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know of this lady,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She will soon be forty-three,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She is full of kindness&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She is full of galore,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She is the lovely; &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  and the seond one goes like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Singaporeans We Are&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; will soon be forty-three,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All of us exclaim with glee,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For every year she gets older,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every year we get closer,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After all these years we are still united,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Still we stand strong and&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;undivided,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we are together,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing else matters,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not religion nor race,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not language nor face,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are together under our flag,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reed, white, Crescent, stars, all that,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They call us the lion city,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are known as green and leafy,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Clean as can be,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So much to see,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though we may be small,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the world stage we stand tall,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The old and the knew are equally important,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Be it&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the Singapore Flyer or the Merlion,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For all those are just symbols,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Objects that are meant to enable,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But what matters the most,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is that we all remain close,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For when you are alone in the dark,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Look up and see the stars,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then you will know; Singaporeans we are&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; ~Endex~&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Strictly an Abdul Zameer Husref work,&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;not copied nor plaigarised from anywhere&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;. I will sue if copied, trust me&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;~AZH out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-7530860701619532443?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7530860701619532443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=7530860701619532443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/7530860701619532443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/7530860701619532443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-day-approaches-as-patriotic-as.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-8246938746259585343</id><published>2008-07-26T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T17:24:26.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I write extremely randomly,not daily , not weekly nor monthly. This last couple of days have been just been, well......total shit, i tried to come up with something more sophisticated, but well..."total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excreta&lt;/span&gt;" would seem very out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of thinking and something just keeps coming up,.......that's a very suggestive sentence isn't it, an IDEA keeps coming up i mean. I was reading this poem the other day entitled "An eye for an eye" and something my teacher once said came back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If everyone followed the saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an eye for an eye&lt;/span&gt;, the whole world will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blind&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in actuality, do we not follow that saying very closely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If a man commits murder, he is given the death sentence, if someone commits a crime, he is punished accordingly, if someone gets injured in a football game, the person who caused the injury is sent off.      So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the whole world blind?Blinded by our greed, blinded by violence, blinded by love, blinded by hate, blinded by each other,from each other,for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-an eye for an eye-Does it not make you wonder and question the very laws created to protect to protect us, is that the real purpose? Why do we follow these laws?Why are we punished by those create these laws, those who abide these laws, when they are not our laws. We did not all vote for them, what ever happened to democracy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say that these laws go back ancient times, the roman times and far before that. That they are based on the rules found in the holy books. The Bible and The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Quran&lt;/span&gt;. It does say "Thou shall not steal, thou shall not take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anothers&lt;/span&gt; life" etc. However they both also say that, only god shall judge. Why do we not take that as our law?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who resist are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;painted&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;extremist&lt;/span&gt; who hate freedom, well how do you define freedom?It goes back to what we are calling globalization, but where is the line between globalization and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;assimilation &lt;/span&gt;? I'll tell you where, the line has been torn down, the line has been corrupted. The strait line, is now crooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been trying to say is the justice system really, well, just?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;AZH&lt;/span&gt; out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-8246938746259585343?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/8246938746259585343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=8246938746259585343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/8246938746259585343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/8246938746259585343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-write-extremely-randomlynot-daily-not.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-2600675488123614240</id><published>2008-07-19T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T19:12:04.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right , i haven't blogged in weeks...so it's safe to say you can scratch whatever i said in my first post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the last month has been way tough. I guess these are the moments the life sets on your plate, a simple test ; do we crumble or do we rise to the challenge?More then most times i tend to well......cheat on the test, life may be hard but loopholes are sure as hell easy to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were to list the things troubling me it would go something like this i guess;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Racial harmony day play&lt;br /&gt;2. that movie competition thing that i'm not sure if im taking part on&lt;br /&gt;3. Nespien Peo(fictional chracter)&lt;br /&gt;4. Speach day performance&lt;br /&gt;5. speach day "emcee" job&lt;br /&gt;6.5th august speach to East zone principals&lt;br /&gt;7.detention,detention,detention&lt;br /&gt;8.remedial,remedial,remedial&lt;br /&gt;9. CCA attendence&lt;br /&gt;10.spoilt phone&lt;br /&gt;11.My friend with a "problem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that seems right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No.11,you're probably reading this,so just know i don't blmae you for that thing,im not okay with it cause im not,you know, but i think  ,if thats your choice,i don't have anyting to do with it- You can just ignore that, long story, one i'd rather not share with the public,its just to inform the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i managed to somehow find loopholes in almost all of them, except no.3 , i mean you cant kill evil can you? to clear up any misunderstandings, No.3 is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FICTIONAL &lt;/span&gt;character in the book im writing. Its about how it sucks out souls and feeds on them eventually causing the apocalypse with its pure hideousness ,but as i said thats not real, and according to the law of the nation of Singapore, by stating the above, i cannot be charged,faulted and fined if the character was real, theoretically speaking of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , just if your feeling really messed up and emo lately, just kick back and chill. Things always work out, and in the immortal words of  Kurt Cobain , "slack off, you'll till you're 70 if you're lucky,learn to play pool,play cards"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;br /&gt;ps.&lt;br /&gt;Kurt was high when he said this and did shoot himself a few years later so maybe that was a bad quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-11.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-12.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-13.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-14.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/2600675488123614240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/07/right-i-havent-blogged-in-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-6765212514984073649</id><published>2008-06-16T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:02:30.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well i haven't felt like blogging the past few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................................................................Guess what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ AZH out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you're reading this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-6765212514984073649?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/6765212514984073649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=6765212514984073649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Flashback&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;CO was flipping boring today ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;CO - chinese orchestra,yes i'm part of this pittiful excuse for a music group,long story involving my primary school principal,two overweight goblins and a pot of gold,but thats a different story)anyway,it left me alone with my thoughts and i had time to ponder or something. When i was watching the Portugal-Turkey match last week, i was thinking about the previous Euro Cup where Portugal came in second to Greese, and a fleeting image came to my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was back in primary 4,day after the Euro Finals. Everybody was discussing the match , the main subject was that how could Portugal have lost to Greese. My english teacher hoever,was going on like this, "Portugal have gotten so far! Why are you not saying they did very well on their own homeground!Can anyone explain?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think at the time i was too busy winning at hangman too bother answering the question,but for the past few days for reasons unknown to me i've been dwelling on that question and i doubt i can get back to my usual thoughts of world domination unless i get it off my chest and answer the damn question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lets compare this to something easier to understand, a race between cars. 30 laps,16 cars have been racing in the final lap out of all the cars there are only two cars left, a Lamborghini Diablo and a Nissan Skyline GT-R . Both are great sportcars but in comparison a Lambo wins handsdown, but somehow the Skyline wins in a homeground full of Lambo fans. Now the main subject is how could the Lambo have lost, not that the Lambo has gotten so far . Now i think its kind of obvious which is Portugal and which is Greece isn't it? Four years and i finally got that off my chest , god now i can focus on getting back at those Goblins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~AZH out~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-6037402968030359095?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/6037402968030359095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=6037402968030359095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/6037402968030359095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/6037402968030359095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/06/flashback-co-was-flipping-boring-today.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-6190494182126422271</id><published>2008-06-10T17:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:58:26.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Comments &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well today i did a variety of things, things i rather not share with the general pubulic though, so today i won't be commenting on my life. I am however at perfect liberty to give comments about other people ,which i tend to do frequently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OJ Simpson:Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210184075368615762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SE5Kz9K-T1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/2MjdK-IJB-c/s320/OJ_Simpson.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deserved to be shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Marvin Gaye:Not guilty&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210184628748384578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="138" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SE5LUKq_eUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DWbU12jFaSo/s320/marvin.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However was shot~by a priest,who happened to be his father~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TOFU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210186659605870818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="139" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SE5NKYNJeOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HISpRnKqIhQ/s320/tofu.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mimes:All guilty&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210185337786953634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SE5L9cC9b6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/D-D6e_vX4ec/s320/mime.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mimes all freak me out. Ready firing squad. "Pang Pang!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~AZH out~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes ,this was a complete waste of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-6190494182126422271?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/6190494182126422271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=6190494182126422271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/6190494182126422271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/6190494182126422271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/06/comments-well-today-i-did-variety-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SE5Kz9K-T1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/2MjdK-IJB-c/s72-c/OJ_Simpson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-5140938340090456086</id><published>2008-06-09T15:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:13:15.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a medium of expression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Medium Of Expression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For long periods of time,eversince the begining of history man has sought to express himself. Amongst the caveman they did this by carving on the walls, or even hunting. This expressions of ones self evolved to competitions pitting man againts each other. Amongs the caveman ,it was whoever hunted the bigger animal won. Amongst the romans , whoever was the best gladiator won or whoever stabbed cesar with the biggest knife won. Between Hitler and Mussolini it was whoever killed more jews won, apparently hitler didn't like losing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, forms of expression would most favourably be dancing,singing,playing music,drawing,painting,acting or even writing. There are over 80 million websites in existence, this does not include blogs. If it did the grand total would be over a 100 million . Many people have asked why do people blog? Well i know i blog beacause the world would stop spinning if no one knew what was going on in my life *king me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to quote from a certain teacher who has a masters in social linguistics, a teacher who is the self-pronounced best english teacher in my school and who is nearly as nice as Hitler and nearly as smart as Homer Simpson. Lets call this teacher Nespien Peo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"People blog for personal reasons,its very personal ,sort of like a diary to be read by only the authors close friends" says Nespien. No way! All blogs, especially the ones open to the general public, are only meant for the authors close friends to read! Golly Gee, i never knew that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People always write in their blogs what they did for that day,or that week if i were to do that all the time my blog post would always sound something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;went to school,went out with diff ppl,come home,rock out,slack,run around in circles shouting anarchy" &lt;/em&gt;Thats my usual monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So i tend to wander off course when writing, getting back to my point -Why do we blog?- its not so much as the blogging being the drawing point, but what the blog enables you to do, &lt;u&gt;express yourself.&lt;/u&gt; Blogs are just a medium of expression and a palce where people void their emotions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just ask this dude&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209800849417234194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="309" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SEzuRRQK5xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ju09GwZkizk/s400/Hitler_blogging.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;~AZH out~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(any realation to anyone or teacher DOA is strictly coincidental and&lt;/span&gt; very unfortunate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-5140938340090456086?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/5140938340090456086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=5140938340090456086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/5140938340090456086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/5140938340090456086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/06/medium-of-expression.html' title='a medium of expression'/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SEzuRRQK5xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ju09GwZkizk/s72-c/Hitler_blogging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281690068753415948.post-893710397759665412</id><published>2008-06-08T18:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:21:18.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Who Couldn't Say The</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The One Who Couldn't Say The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;When Rome falls, the world will fall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A few thousand years later and we're still going strong, just goes to show , the Romans were some pompous egotistical pricks. My first blog post and i start with critisizing the romans, yes i do have many issues. For example im too judgemental, too sarcastic and i waste money unnecessarily but my 6 therapists are telling me im improving on that last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway,what i've just found out is that i had another issue all along, an issue that 73% of the public have. I just cant pronounce "The" . I know what you're thinking "Abdul Zameer Husref! Best Pubulic Speaker in the East Zone (prize presentation on 5th Aug 2008,TKGS) can't say THE we must all be doomed!!!" Okay,fine maybe you would'nt be thinking that exactly,but you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is true though,when i was training for the competition, my TIC-Ms Fox, pointed out that i could not pronounce "th". I say "Da" not "The" and apparently so do 73 % of the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immediate reply was "Well i dont need to say The! Or anything starting with TH!I don't need you! I don't need any of you!Im gonna make it on my own!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is how my introduction of my speach went without the "Th"s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I onced watched a sitcom where an english teacher was teaching a class of foreign students,He en asked one of e indian students to describe his wife to e class, e man replied in a ick indian accent 'she is lookeing like an elephant from e front,e is looking like an elephant from e back"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Apparently i did need th, hmm. So after many hours of apologizing for my tantrum, practicing,rolling my tounge,adjusting my diagphram when i speak and assination of little green men(Oh wait the last one is what i did to get rid of my hiccups ,you can ignore that) i finally mastered &lt;strong&gt;THe&lt;/strong&gt; art of it. (:I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you're infront of a mirror try saying THE not DA and make sure you pronounce it right.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209470949156019474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SEvCOjApXRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fJ0f4oDkZwE/s400/dude+pronouncing+th.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Unlike this dude&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;~AZH out~&lt;br /&gt;for the first time of many to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5281690068753415948-893710397759665412?l=tragicsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/893710397759665412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5281690068753415948&amp;postID=893710397759665412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/893710397759665412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5281690068753415948/posts/default/893710397759665412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicsounds.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-who-couldnt-say.html' title='The One Who Couldn&apos;t Say The'/><author><name>The Saviour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959541332355327755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SVeu4n55HvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7cROvupy4yg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcelqtUx8NE/SEvCOjApXRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fJ0f4oDkZwE/s72-c/dude+pronouncing+th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
