<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-2437451060901177442</id><updated>2024-11-01T18:37:22.032+08:00</updated><category term="Romance"/><category term="free times"/><title type='text'>my naked thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772761816222968509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437451060901177442.post-207745380262008866</id><published>2011-03-20T07:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T07:28:41.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my tasty Pie</title><content type='html'>so they cry&lt;br /&gt;
I care not why&lt;br /&gt;
of a fry&lt;br /&gt;
as small a fly&lt;br /&gt;
as they lie&lt;br /&gt;
up on their sty&lt;br /&gt;
still they cry&lt;br /&gt;
loud through the sky&lt;br /&gt;
and they pry&lt;br /&gt;
deep pits as high&lt;br /&gt;
as their thigh&lt;br /&gt;
can drag them nigh&lt;br /&gt;
down the aye&lt;br /&gt;
of their own sigh&lt;br /&gt;
to heed lie&lt;br /&gt;
they sought with eye&lt;br /&gt;
blind with rye&lt;br /&gt;
drunk like a guy&lt;br /&gt;
aim to vie&lt;br /&gt;
his peer with sai&lt;br /&gt;
hit not thigh&lt;br /&gt;
pierce but a shy&lt;br /&gt;
hint of wry&lt;br /&gt;
pride he has dye&lt;br /&gt;
to his tie&lt;br /&gt;
of no end ply&lt;br /&gt;
yet they cry&lt;br /&gt;
of jokes they nie&lt;br /&gt;
they thought mye&lt;br /&gt;
off blight of fie&lt;br /&gt;
I made wye&lt;br /&gt;
to suit my Pie&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
**rye-The oldest native American whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;
**sai-A handheld weapon with three prongs, used in some Oriental martial arts.&lt;br /&gt;
**nie-Small particles of hardened steel, martensite crystals , in the habuchi large enough to be seen with the naked eye.&lt;br /&gt;
**mye-Antibiotic for people who have an allergy to penicillins.&lt;br /&gt;
**wye-A track arrangement with three switches and three legs for reversing the direction of a train.&lt;br /&gt;
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Care to retell my story in comprehensible words? better if you know what it means to.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/feeds/207745380262008866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-tasty-pie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/207745380262008866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/207745380262008866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-tasty-pie.html' title='my tasty Pie'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437451060901177442.post-6699138299606546524</id><published>2010-11-12T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T03:54:44.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We, The Animals Take Control!</title><content type='html'>Well, this is just a tribute to my favorite band LINKIN PARK. My stories will be pretty general as I don&#39;t want to get too specific, some parts of the memories are just not worth public attention. And I&#39;ll let the lyrics run the story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll write this using time frames, of which when I was a still a kid up to today. And to all LP fans out there if you guys are feeling me, you rock!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. Hybrid Theory&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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This album is pretty sweet and holds a certain childish quality to me, because it holds many of my childhood memories. This album was my walking stick towards teenage life. As a kid, I don&#39;t really care much about what is happening outside in the real world. All I care about is having fun, screaming and shouting and learning about changes happening to me as I take baby steps into teenage life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As a kid, there are lots of things that were kept away from my knowledge. I am sure you too feel the same, And that is why my childhood theme song is RUNAWAY.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to run away as far as I can from everyone, because I feel that everyone is not being honest with me, and that I should have my freedom to carve my own life. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Graffiti decorations&lt;br /&gt;
Underneath a sky of dust&lt;br /&gt;
A constant wave of tension&lt;br /&gt;
On top of broken trust&lt;br /&gt;
The lessons that you taught me&lt;br /&gt;
I learned were never true  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Now I find myself in question&lt;br /&gt;
[They point the finger at me again]&lt;br /&gt;
Guilty by association&lt;br /&gt;
[You point the finger at me again]  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Paper bags and angry voices&lt;br /&gt;
Under a sky of dust&lt;br /&gt;
Another wave of tension&lt;br /&gt;
Has more than filled me up&lt;br /&gt;
All my talk of taking action&lt;br /&gt;
These words were never true  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I wanna run away&lt;br /&gt;
Never say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna know the truth&lt;br /&gt;
Instead of wondering why&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna know the answers&lt;br /&gt;
No more lies I wanna shut the door&lt;br /&gt;
And open up my mind  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Gonna run away&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Reanimation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Now this album is a lot more playful as it is a remix of Hybrid Theory. This album represents the new things I found in life after my elementary years. The experimentation of sound effects and music mixes in this album reflects directly to the experimentation I make when I first set foot in junior high. And one memorable song included in the album which I up till today cannot forget is MY DECEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My first time in a relationship and it ended horribly. I crawled into my blanket and cried like a loser and feed on the sadness of my failed experiment and the sadness of December.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This is my December&lt;br /&gt;
This is my time of the year&lt;br /&gt;
This is my December&lt;br /&gt;
This is all so clear  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This is my December&lt;br /&gt;
This is my snow covered home&lt;br /&gt;
This is my December&lt;br /&gt;
This is me alone  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;
Just wish that I didn&#39;t feel&lt;br /&gt;
Like there was something I missed&lt;br /&gt;
And I&lt;br /&gt;
Take back all the things I said&lt;br /&gt;
To make you feel like that&lt;br /&gt;
And I&lt;br /&gt;
Just wish that I didn&#39;t feel&lt;br /&gt;
Like there was something I missed&lt;br /&gt;
And I&lt;br /&gt;
Take back all the things that I said to you  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And I give it all away&lt;br /&gt;
Just to have somewhere to go to&lt;br /&gt;
Give it all away&lt;br /&gt;
To have someone to come home to  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This is my December&lt;br /&gt;
These are my snow covered dreams&lt;br /&gt;
This is me pretending&lt;br /&gt;
This is all I need  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;
Just wish that I didn&#39;t feel&lt;br /&gt;
Like there was something I missed&lt;br /&gt;
And I&lt;br /&gt;
Take back all the things I said&lt;br /&gt;
To make you feel like that&lt;br /&gt;
And I&lt;br /&gt;
Just wish that I didn&#39;t feel&lt;br /&gt;
Like there was something I missed&lt;br /&gt;
And I&lt;br /&gt;
Take back all the things that I said to you  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And I give it all away&lt;br /&gt;
Just to have somewhere to go to&lt;br /&gt;
Give it all away&lt;br /&gt;
To have someone to come home to  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This is my December&lt;br /&gt;
This is my time of the year&lt;br /&gt;
This is my December&lt;br /&gt;
This is all so clear  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Give it all away&lt;br /&gt;
Just to have somewhere to go to&lt;br /&gt;
Give it all away&lt;br /&gt;
To have someone to come home to  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Give it all away&lt;br /&gt;
Just to have somewhere to go to&lt;br /&gt;
Give it all away&lt;br /&gt;
To have someone to come home to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Meteora&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://static.ning.com/linkinparknetwork/img/discography/24_Front.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://static.ning.com/linkinparknetwork/img/discography/24_Front.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;The third album, the most fucked up time of my life. Yup, the teenage life. Everything is wrong. Everything is fucked up. Everyone pisses me off right then.. Damn I miss those years. Meteora started to mash in a bit of heavy instruments, an a lot more screaming. Which is perfect, as the time of my teenage years demanded a lot of my patience and energy to cope with pretty much every single shit in the world that I am unhappy with.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Breakups, fights, stupid girls, and backstabbing friends. Yeah, everything mixed in nicely in a bowl of shit call high school. And yeah, not forgetting, self- righteous teachers who don&#39;t know shit they&#39;re talking about and preached about every piece of shit they can. And the only one I can turn to practically killed me inside out and left me to rot, so much for friendship, friend shit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Enough said, all these nightmares eventually ate my trust on people and almost turned me into a psychopathic juvenile. Only FAINT can retell the story of my haunted past.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;
Little bit of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;
A little bit of disregard&lt;br /&gt;
A handful of complaints&lt;br /&gt;
But I can&#39;t help the fact&lt;br /&gt;
That everyone can see these scars&lt;br /&gt;
I am&lt;br /&gt;
What I want you to want&lt;br /&gt;
What I want you to feel&lt;br /&gt;
But it&#39;s like&lt;br /&gt;
No matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t convince you&lt;br /&gt;
To just believe this is real&lt;br /&gt;
So I let go&lt;br /&gt;
Watching you&lt;br /&gt;
Turn your back like you always do&lt;br /&gt;
Face away and pretend that I&#39;m not&lt;br /&gt;
But I&#39;ll be here&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Cause you&#39;re all I got  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;
A little bit insecure&lt;br /&gt;
A little unconfident&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Cause you don&#39;t understand&lt;br /&gt;
I do what I can&lt;br /&gt;
But sometimes I don&#39;t make sense&lt;br /&gt;
I am&lt;br /&gt;
What you never want to say&lt;br /&gt;
But I&#39;ve never had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s like no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t convince you&lt;br /&gt;
For once just to hear me out&lt;br /&gt;
So I let go&lt;br /&gt;
Watching you&lt;br /&gt;
Turn your back like you always do&lt;br /&gt;
Face away and pretend that I&#39;m not&lt;br /&gt;
But I&#39;ll be here&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Cause you&#39;re all I got  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I can&#39;t feel&lt;br /&gt;
The way I did before&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t turn your back on me&lt;br /&gt;
I won&#39;t be ignored&lt;br /&gt;
Time won&#39;t heal&lt;br /&gt;
This damage anymore&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t turn your back on me&lt;br /&gt;
I won&#39;t be ignored  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;
Hear me out now&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re gonna listen to me&lt;br /&gt;
Like it or not&lt;br /&gt;
Right now&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Minutes To Midnight &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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As the album suggest, I&#39;ve only got minutes before my midnight comes, so I&#39;ve got to let go of all the hatred. This album helped me a lot to move on from all the sadness from high school. With the songs mainly themed on letting go and moving on, with a more delicate and controlled screaming, it definitely suits the situation on me facing a new world at that time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I sort out my priorities, NO MORE SORROWS perfectly pictures my journey. Goodbye to betrayals, I am making my own destiny and walking the world at my own pace.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Are you lost in your lies?&lt;br /&gt;
Do you tell yourself I don&#39;t realize&lt;br /&gt;
Your crusade&#39;s a disguise?&lt;br /&gt;
Replaced freedom with fear&lt;br /&gt;
You trade money for lives&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m aware of what you&#39;ve done  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;No, no more sorrow&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve paid for your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;
Your time is borrowed&lt;br /&gt;
Your time has come to be replaced  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I see pain, I see need&lt;br /&gt;
I see liars and fiends&lt;br /&gt;
Abuse power with greed&lt;br /&gt;
I had hope, I believed&lt;br /&gt;
But I&#39;m beginning to think that I&#39;ve been decieved&lt;br /&gt;
You will pay for what you&#39;ve done  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;No, no more sorrow&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve paid for your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;
Your time is borrowed&lt;br /&gt;
Your time has come to be replaced  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Thieves and hypocrites!&lt;br /&gt;
Thieves and hypocrites!&lt;br /&gt;
Thieves and hypocrites!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;No, no more sorrow&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve paid for your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;
Your time is borrowed&lt;br /&gt;
Your time has come to be replaced  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;No more sorrow&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve paid for your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;
Your time is borrowed&lt;br /&gt;
Your time has come to be replaced  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Your time has come to be replaced&lt;br /&gt;
Your time has come to be erased&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe class=&quot;youtube-player&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;390&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/AyBFySXi6Cc&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; type=&quot;text/html&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. A Thousand Suns&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;And finally the most recent album, a very political and biblical breakthrough for LP. With all the conflicts all around the world, with war breaking at every continents, LP brings hope and ambitions through this album and delivered it successfully.&lt;br /&gt;
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Politics, religions, it does not matter which side you are on, all we need is love and tolerance. Enjoy WRETCHES AND KINGS. We, the animals take control! We, the generation that will change this world!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;There&#39;s a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious,  makes you so sick at heart, that you can&#39;t take part. You can&#39;t even  passively take part, and you&#39;ve got to put your bodies upon the gears  and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you&#39;ve  got to make it stop. And you&#39;ve got to indicate to the people who run  it, to the people who own it, that unless you&#39;re free, the machine will  be prevented from working at all&quot; -Mario Savio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;To save face / how low can you go&lt;br /&gt;
Talk a lot of game but yet you don&#39;t know&lt;br /&gt;
Static on the way / make us all say whoa&lt;br /&gt;
The people up top push the people down low&lt;br /&gt;
Get down&lt;br /&gt;
And obey every word&lt;br /&gt;
Steady getting mine if you haven&#39;t yet heard&lt;br /&gt;
Wanna take what I got&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t be absurd&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t fight the power&lt;br /&gt;
Nobody gets hurt&lt;br /&gt;
If you haven&#39;t heard yet then I&#39;m letting you know&lt;br /&gt;
There ain&#39;t shit we don&#39;t run when the guns unload&lt;br /&gt;
And no one make a move unless my people say so&lt;br /&gt;
Got everything outta control&lt;br /&gt;
Now everybody go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Steel unload / final blow&lt;br /&gt;
We the animals / take control&lt;br /&gt;
Hear us now / clear and true&lt;br /&gt;
Wretches and kings we come for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;So keep pace / how slow can you go&lt;br /&gt;
Talk a lot of shit and yet you don&#39;t know&lt;br /&gt;
Fire on the way / make you all say whoa&lt;br /&gt;
The people up top and the people down low&lt;br /&gt;
Get down&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m running it like that&lt;br /&gt;
The front of the attack is exactly where I&#39;m at&lt;br /&gt;
Somewhere in between&lt;br /&gt;
The kick and the hi hat&lt;br /&gt;
The pen and the contract&lt;br /&gt;
The pitch and the contact&lt;br /&gt;
So get with the combat / I&#39;m letting &#39;em know&lt;br /&gt;
There ain&#39;t shit you can say to make me back down no&lt;br /&gt;
So / push the button let the whole thing blow&lt;br /&gt;
Spinning everything outta control&lt;br /&gt;
Now everybody go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Steel unload / final blow&lt;br /&gt;
We the animals / take control&lt;br /&gt;
Hear us now / clear and true&lt;br /&gt;
Wretches and kings we come for you&lt;br /&gt;
Steel unload / fire blow&lt;br /&gt;
Filthy animals / beat them low&lt;br /&gt;
Skin and bone / black and blue&lt;br /&gt;
No more this sun shall beat onto you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;From the front to the back and the side to side&lt;br /&gt;
If you fear what I feel put &#39;em up real high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, that&#39;s about it. LP for life, you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS8GQv5mt9E7efr_ERWymK5RTODiYALs7duoTI5ZiycH-4d5Cc&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__B8yEyf3yGqhNaKgPNR_dqxuQSpM=&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS8GQv5mt9E7efr_ERWymK5RTODiYALs7duoTI5ZiycH-4d5Cc&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__B8yEyf3yGqhNaKgPNR_dqxuQSpM=&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/feeds/6699138299606546524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-animals-take-control.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/6699138299606546524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/6699138299606546524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-animals-take-control.html' title='We, The Animals Take Control!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/AyBFySXi6Cc/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437451060901177442.post-1094846111509034154</id><published>2010-10-28T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T05:37:43.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating 101: The Race For Girlfriends</title><content type='html'>So do you &lt;b style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; one? Or do you &lt;b style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; one?&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, probably, you aren&#39;t even able to choose which one is the right reason for your desire to have a girlfriend, and whether your&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f1c232; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ramming the boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or just&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt;flying the kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so lets just dig it deeper, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes, guys get into relationships for the &lt;span style=&quot;color: #f1c232; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;wrong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reasons. I guess you could say that this is all part of growing up and experiencing the flaws of life through your own eyes. But hey, I just want to share a bit of food for thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fact is, my self confidence and self- esteem is so high that&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t need a partner to create happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Let me tell you this, my life is a chocolate bar and if any fine ladies that so chooses to join me, they would be the cookie crumbs or hazel nut that add taste to my already&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f1c232; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;finger licking good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bar. &lt;br /&gt;
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What I&#39;m trying to say here is that, we guys should never feel the&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt; &#39;need&#39;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to have a girlfriend, we should &lt;span style=&quot;color: #f1c232; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&#39;choose&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to have a girlfriend. In my case, its pretty clear that I do not need one, and that I will gladly accept any Mary or Jane that so happened to fit me like a glove &lt;b style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;when the time comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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But lets analyze the situation per say I need one. Well then, the most obvious question here is to ask &lt;span style=&quot;color: #f1c232; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;why do I need one&lt;/span&gt;? Do I need someone to love me so that I can be happy? Or do I need one so that I won&#39;t be far off where my friends are, since all of them have girlfriends?&lt;br /&gt;
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Let say you need one because you want to feel happy, feel pampered. There&#39;s a clear indication here that this &lt;b style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;will not be reciprocal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, because you are desperate to be loved. But not if you yourself are already happy, this feeling will then be mutual, because you want to love somebody, and in return, you will receive the love back.&lt;br /&gt;
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And let say if it is purely peer pressure. But then again, do we need to get into this? &lt;span style=&quot;color: #f1c232; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Haven&#39;t we had enough of this peer pressure talk back in high school&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;
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To make it a lot more convincing, girls can detect the &lt;b style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;smell of desperation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. From the way you talk, to the way you place your hands on her. Watch predator much? Yeah, now you are one. So it is no surprise that girls will &lt;span style=&quot;color: #f1c232; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;run from you&lt;/span&gt;(if you&#39;re trying to get one) and &lt;span style=&quot;color: #f1c232; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;dump you&lt;/span&gt;(if you are already in a relationship and the smell finally become apparent).&lt;br /&gt;
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Am I not making this clear enough? &lt;b style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;You don&#39;t need a girlfriend to feel happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, you just need yourself to be happy with what you are doing and what you have. Only then can you truly feel the sweetness of relationships because it does not center around what you need, but instead on what each of you has to offer for the relationship to grow.&lt;br /&gt;
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So do we really truly need the existence of a female companion to feel happy? Yes, but as&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt;red wine to complement steak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, not as cement to fill the hole you made when you passed out last night drinking yourself to oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.masonminerdds.com/assets/images/happy-couple.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;238&quot; src=&quot;http://www.masonminerdds.com/assets/images/happy-couple.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/feeds/1094846111509034154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/10/dating-101-race-for-girlfriends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/1094846111509034154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/1094846111509034154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/10/dating-101-race-for-girlfriends.html' title='Dating 101: The Race For Girlfriends'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Paw5BfrVCPXqnbtURId3Qzai6bJ5_HhgtehhIcsL_fqIaXOA6z3olq0tZhxqAJCJYdkDZH7FXt76yBc8Qvip_lDsGzyBkZCV3F4cL_qs5Ebj88iIX-ossMUNhgDwq3UQ3ct19pzGdmQ/s72-c/Angelina-Jolie-263.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437451060901177442.post-962652248502362676</id><published>2010-09-18T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T04:12:46.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>writing</title><content type='html'>Writing. what it means. what it meant. and what of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing, to me, is just thinking out loud, lyk speaking, but in form of words, laid down bit by bit, in detail, and in perspective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing, what it used to be for me, was something that i really enjoy, something that i took pride in, something that made me high in imagination, something that meant the world to me, but has now become such a forgotten language, that i, could not feel any intimate connection with, anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me write something now, as to check if i still have the itch, the ink for the pen i&#39;ve long since put away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a boy, filled with dreams, n hopes, the ambitions he sought, fueled with intense motivation, grew ever so bright, n clear as a glowing gem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the gem was broken, into tiny pieces of dust, clotting in a sea of red, blood filled horizon, eerie and dark, and the boy drowned in his own nightmare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy woke up, only to realize, the hopes and dreams he had, was all but a farce put up by what people think he should be.. of what future he should lead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he followed the path, chained to these directions of where he should go, even with the freedom to choose, the road does not give him the liberty of choice, as he was denied the knowledge, of carving his own destiny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so he strayed, into what the void offers, a space of thorns, a place of mourns, with only flickering lights hinting his next destination, and so he drifted along the mold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* and that was all that came up..what ever happens to that boy? well that&#39;ll have to wait for another time..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/feeds/962652248502362676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/09/writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/962652248502362676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/962652248502362676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/09/writing.html' title='writing'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437451060901177442.post-4609636365536822882</id><published>2010-04-21T11:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T11:41:12.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 words story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&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;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: End of first evaluation period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Break the ongoing quiet time lapse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gained the desired goal of achievement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enough? Perhaps, but might not be.&lt;div&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;.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/feeds/4609636365536822882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/04/24-words-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/4609636365536822882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/4609636365536822882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/04/24-words-story.html' title='24 words story.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437451060901177442.post-2301201436017988874</id><published>2010-03-30T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T13:08:39.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>60kg is not enough</title><content type='html'>Ok so far, the weight is staying between 61kg to 62kg alternating between the 2lbs...its safe to say that its solid at 132lbs..from 140lbs?! i lost 8lbs?! fuck&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh, lost my hard earn weight, just cuz i stopped working out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, i&#39;m gonna start increasing my weight again, 2lbs a day. next stop, Next Monday---140pounds at least...i hope this works...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now back to stuffing more food inside me, force feed!!!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/feeds/2301201436017988874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/03/60kg-is-not-enough.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/2301201436017988874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/2301201436017988874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/03/60kg-is-not-enough.html' title='60kg is not enough'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437451060901177442.post-3064082578266424560</id><published>2010-03-24T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:49:19.150+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romance"/><title type='text'>Mystery Girl Episode 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thank you for the book, it was very enlightening, funny and sad at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris reminded me a lot about you. Coming to a strange place. Forced to be someone he&#39;s not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I hope you too manage to find your way like Chris. I know you have to do what you got to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the cover. You are hanging. Waiting for something to change your luck. Well, the clock&#39;s ticking but you ain&#39;t getting nowhere. Just hold on to it, because you will find your way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQBQRaGIwnsI5iNX772SbbD_LQCbwtrzpNZDuyjigEKqwr2vfC9BL4Q5PcjgAamkYeMd2QGblZcPHbAPx6V80Y-JQhwYW_d2Qnax5JiBx06GpvWHK80rugzDSAfzRfjUFs8-XAPaIIBJI/s1600/book.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQBQRaGIwnsI5iNX772SbbD_LQCbwtrzpNZDuyjigEKqwr2vfC9BL4Q5PcjgAamkYeMd2QGblZcPHbAPx6V80Y-JQhwYW_d2Qnax5JiBx06GpvWHK80rugzDSAfzRfjUFs8-XAPaIIBJI/s320/book.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452065386090974882&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after all I&#39;ve said, it doesn&#39;t mean that I&#39;m doing fine here thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here&#39;s my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There must&#39;ve been a reason for our meeting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What on earth were you thinking about dragging me into this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I can&#39;t stop thinking about you. I stopped going there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time stopped. Everything stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I&#39;m stuck waiting for something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for you to help me get a closure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for me to help you out of this jam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for us to end this chapter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You put me in this loop. Yes I&#39;m pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But is it a sin for me to dream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You needed a reason, I&#39;m giving you one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop running, I can help you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, it worries me that you&#39;re running around KL with nowhere to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where are you staying? Do you have money to eat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you getting proper baths? Are you safe each night you&#39;re sleeping?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I&#39;m obsessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can&#39;t just jump in people&#39;s life and drop this and run away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You&#39;ve been running too long, stop now, you can start a new life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you remember what we talked about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About bleeding tears? About doubts and fears?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About paths cross with each other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now our paths lay entwined. We can&#39;t ignore that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wherever you are, please be safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gave me little to care, but it&#39;s all I&#39;ve been caring about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/feeds/3064082578266424560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/03/mystery-girl-episode-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/3064082578266424560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/3064082578266424560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/03/mystery-girl-episode-2.html' title='Mystery Girl Episode 2'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQBQRaGIwnsI5iNX772SbbD_LQCbwtrzpNZDuyjigEKqwr2vfC9BL4Q5PcjgAamkYeMd2QGblZcPHbAPx6V80Y-JQhwYW_d2Qnax5JiBx06GpvWHK80rugzDSAfzRfjUFs8-XAPaIIBJI/s72-c/book.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437451060901177442.post-3118183418649628519</id><published>2010-03-16T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:49:19.150+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romance"/><title type='text'>Mystery Girl.Read me.</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve been thinking to myself&lt;div&gt;What was it that I was trying to prove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I&#39;ve put my hopes too high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this one card I&#39;ve yet to choose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I feel as though I&#39;m hit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By my own reflection and wit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Far down the valley I tilt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can&#39;t stop can&#39;t turn this shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn&#39;t to show people what I can do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn&#39;t to prove what I thought was true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was all a big fucking cruise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One I put up to hide my ludes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been dreaming all this while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of castles and how men can fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still can&#39;t wake up however nigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end is no matter why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;ve met someone who can read me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every word of my dictionary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However short our time at midvalley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were an angel God sent to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mystery girl. Read me.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/feeds/3118183418649628519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/03/mystery-girlread-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/3118183418649628519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/3118183418649628519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/03/mystery-girlread-me.html' title='Mystery Girl.Read me.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437451060901177442.post-6782415250040191113</id><published>2010-03-16T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T12:25:01.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ape benda yang lubang kecik bole kluar lubang besar tk boleh kluar. haaa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;formspringmeAnswer&quot;&gt;taik.sebab dia bulih kuar lubang bontot yg kecik tp xleh kuar lubang jamban y besar tp dia msuk lubang jamban..ahaha xtau. apa jawpan dia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;formspringmeFooter&quot;&gt;    &lt;a href=&quot;http://formspring.me/zeckareth&quot;&gt;Dig out my innermost secrets, I dare you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/feeds/6782415250040191113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/03/ape-benda-yang-lubang-kecik-bole-kluar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/6782415250040191113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/6782415250040191113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/03/ape-benda-yang-lubang-kecik-bole-kluar.html' title='ape benda yang lubang kecik bole kluar lubang besar tk boleh kluar. haaa.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437451060901177442.post-8315601343004453686</id><published>2010-03-13T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T15:59:31.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pernah minum beer la ni? sedap tak? kalau aku nak try ko galakkan ke?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;formspringmeAnswer&quot;&gt;x sedap pun beer tu, buat mabuk je, da high nanti baru la rasa sedap, pastuh da goyang2 otak da x btol baru la seronok bergumbira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku melarang sama skali anda minum beer, baek amek pil khayal je, lg cepat high, x pun isap weed, lg layan..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;formspringmeFooter&quot;&gt;    &lt;a href=&quot;http://formspring.me/zeckareth&quot;&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/feeds/8315601343004453686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/03/pernah-minum-beer-la-ni-sedap-tak-kalau.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/8315601343004453686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/8315601343004453686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/03/pernah-minum-beer-la-ni-sedap-tak-kalau.html' title='pernah minum beer la ni? sedap tak? kalau aku nak try ko galakkan ke?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437451060901177442.post-7337607420622016640</id><published>2010-03-12T14:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:56:14.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kalau la, kalau u can choose to go to another world shown in movie, example: Lord of the ring, avatar, charlie choc fact, etc. where would you go and why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;formspringmeAnswer&quot;&gt;aku nak g dunia x-men. aku nak cari mystic, pergh..layan...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;formspringmeFooter&quot;&gt;    &lt;a href=&quot;http://formspring.me/zeckareth&quot;&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/feeds/7337607420622016640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/03/kalau-la-kalau-u-can-choose-to-go-to.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/7337607420622016640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/7337607420622016640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/03/kalau-la-kalau-u-can-choose-to-go-to.html' title='kalau la, kalau u can choose to go to another world shown in movie, example: Lord of the ring, avatar, charlie choc fact, etc. where would you go and why.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437451060901177442.post-7995027637918896878</id><published>2010-03-08T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:48:56.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me  anything!!!!</title><content type='html'>So, ask me anything!!!! There&#39;s a widget at the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;bottom of the page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for u to ask me any questions u want!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or u cud &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.formspring.me/zeckareth&quot;&gt;http://www.formspring.me/zeckareth&lt;/a&gt; ....well, ultimately u have to visit the page to check how i answered ur question(s)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so please do check it out and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;be creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with the questions, i &#39;ll try to answer as good as i can too...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/feeds/7995027637918896878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/03/ask-me-anything.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/7995027637918896878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/7995027637918896878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/03/ask-me-anything.html' title='Ask me  anything!!!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437451060901177442.post-962924546386717726</id><published>2010-03-07T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:48:11.569+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="free times"/><title type='text'>I am very productive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Fore i get to ma point, lemme thank &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;FAFA n PIDAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for ur wonderful gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-small;&quot;&gt;ur frog so cute i sleep with it everynite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-X07y55QxO0Zpd6rgyEHP5LWEPGLQwiLni3L9NB5YHVyctD_jOSyPJdYIHBkqiOe6XuLncdlHUJEQCIdX1u9w3AOEMtUc0itubCCSjHKOl9NqzCoX_s0h_rhZ7VJimoc_BIoBdTQ0oVc/s1600-h/P3030003.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-X07y55QxO0Zpd6rgyEHP5LWEPGLQwiLni3L9NB5YHVyctD_jOSyPJdYIHBkqiOe6XuLncdlHUJEQCIdX1u9w3AOEMtUc0itubCCSjHKOl9NqzCoX_s0h_rhZ7VJimoc_BIoBdTQ0oVc/s320/P3030003.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445786860582278866&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thanks &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;POK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;SHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;ORLANDO t-SHIRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, da busuk da baju tu aku buat jogging..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now back to what i really want to say.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, &lt;b&gt;i really am&lt;/b&gt;. Well, at least i&#39;m &lt;b&gt;trying&lt;/b&gt; to be productive.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i thought i&#39;d keep myself busy, lyk &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;WORKIN OUT&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;and some &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;READING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, killing time with ma&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;iPOD touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and of corz &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;SLEEPING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; laaa (well not very productive la if sleep all day, well i dont btw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, bought some equipment to help me &lt;b&gt;work out at home&lt;/b&gt;. well &lt;b&gt;msia panas&lt;/b&gt; oh, &lt;b&gt;malas mau kuar&lt;/b&gt; p gym, from umah ckop r &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwQC3QLo2H0laiKCE4YhBtvcenZOL9gUqeaS-beezOIObH24oQVdmo5cHiytYt558GBiLFvCJUXntxfqNyTrlZInrvW9IiK3e3suI-PYiFouH20gAHOBmWcqlqS03Hl6ZimMHWOOAFlA/s1600-h/P3030001.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwQC3QLo2H0laiKCE4YhBtvcenZOL9gUqeaS-beezOIObH24oQVdmo5cHiytYt558GBiLFvCJUXntxfqNyTrlZInrvW9IiK3e3suI-PYiFouH20gAHOBmWcqlqS03Hl6ZimMHWOOAFlA/s320/P3030001.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445784233561482914&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here&#39;s a book I&#39;m reading. Honestly, i&#39;m &lt;b&gt;too lazy&lt;/b&gt; too bother myself with a tiresome search for a good book, so i&#39;m rereading this one, for the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; time i think...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not that i dont have other better books to read, but i &lt;b&gt;started reading a few pages&lt;/b&gt; of it, so &lt;b&gt;i had to continue&lt;/b&gt;, its like a curse u know, i cant explain it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT546ztocvXVVscJYbOP1Rjp6Dqaz3KaDYwKTPRYLwdlNSHDW7uvf5zYPvADvBZyUbX_ipKavXk0oTG5Px0CMWMS_w5wM30YJrVFHxWPFO90qCJR0ElMDrLmiUu3VFtxCbRPZMinC8twA/s320/P3030002.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i can&#39;t live without this, my&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;iPOD touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, well, not a big fan of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-small;&quot;&gt;apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; anyways, and the &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;battery life is so so so so weak, i wish it can stay longer, u know, in stead of just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;3 hours of gameplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;, i have to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;recharge every 3 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt; or so just so that i can continue playing...and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;charging takes an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt; or so, which is perfect i guess so i can chill a bit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;i have so so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;so many good games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;, and i still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;haven&#39;t completed any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt; of it, rite now i&#39;m playing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;final fantasy I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;, i think i&#39;m only lyk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;20% through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt; the game, i guess its a good sign, rite? i mean, i&#39;ll have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;lots and lots to do still..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQwOIHWvPw684n1flXlzym0RviXU0XHGylBWEw7MtUjpa5pfGAtRaYFuH5V_J0tO-hL6jqHboeuLa6N9qe8B0_3cLAmAt33pGieVwcDchLBREGmuCKg6HeOXg5fUixfKMMsfD_REM3quA/s320/P3030006.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Aside from that, well i have the occasional hangout with frens here and there, visiting my relatives. making a few rounds by the lake(yeah jogging)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;and watching tv/movie/listening to music most of the other time...oh and also spending time stalking people on facebook..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;yeah i&#39;m &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/feeds/962924546386717726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-very-productive.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/962924546386717726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/962924546386717726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-very-productive.html' title='I am very productive.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-X07y55QxO0Zpd6rgyEHP5LWEPGLQwiLni3L9NB5YHVyctD_jOSyPJdYIHBkqiOe6XuLncdlHUJEQCIdX1u9w3AOEMtUc0itubCCSjHKOl9NqzCoX_s0h_rhZ7VJimoc_BIoBdTQ0oVc/s72-c/P3030003.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437451060901177442.post-6122472576687058813</id><published>2010-02-05T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:09:54.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Yellow is my favorite color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like spongebob. I am spongebob in every way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR3q2VSS2r9bivfh6quzmoyTjJ7NeNRpM4BWPrUFM-nz68s8Eol_WSvyADA1ym2Ry5_rBZGwjNPEWYLbUMY4kUEUhd7RAIdkY9T9SMBpburY1N45wXzdqTCESjsSZ8XrbxjhYz3f5KWf8/s320/17138_SpongeBob_19.gif&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434667974162905858&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yellow means fun. Yellow means carefree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yellow means I dont give a &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; &quot;&gt;fuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yellow means hot headed. Yellow means angry. Yellow means I can very well damn do whatever hell I want and you don&#39;t get to say shits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yellow is also the color of bumblebee. It means I&#39;m cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are there any other spongebobs out there? Preferably a different shape but not fat please.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/feeds/6122472576687058813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/02/yellow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/6122472576687058813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/6122472576687058813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/02/yellow.html' title='Yellow'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR3q2VSS2r9bivfh6quzmoyTjJ7NeNRpM4BWPrUFM-nz68s8Eol_WSvyADA1ym2Ry5_rBZGwjNPEWYLbUMY4kUEUhd7RAIdkY9T9SMBpburY1N45wXzdqTCESjsSZ8XrbxjhYz3f5KWf8/s72-c/17138_SpongeBob_19.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437451060901177442.post-9085507116884386056</id><published>2010-02-03T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T17:41:10.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>killing happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;so uhhh, here&#39;s something i wrote, i dont know why but late nites always give me the inspirations to write these corny stuffs...do comment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my apple of the eye falls from the sky&lt;br /&gt;how graceful it can fly&lt;br /&gt;tried to reach it twas too high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made a pact a trade forsaken&lt;br /&gt;for my soul asked the demon&lt;br /&gt;i flew away like a raven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twas near but couldnt grasp her&lt;br /&gt;so pretty smells like flower&lt;br /&gt;she kept flying further and further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hint a glimpse a pinch of hope&lt;br /&gt;let me cast this tangled rope&lt;br /&gt;let me catch you my kindled trope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&#39;m a sinking stone the water&#39;s ice cold&lt;br /&gt;struck bottom i&#39;m getting old&lt;br /&gt;this clay you can no longer mold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my angel you watched me die&lt;br /&gt;now watch me blind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;now cry,cry! so i can smile</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/feeds/9085507116884386056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/02/killing-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/9085507116884386056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/9085507116884386056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/02/killing-happy.html' title='killing happy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437451060901177442.post-5685915382246814074</id><published>2010-01-24T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:22:53.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets try this</title><content type='html'>ok, so here i am writing out my thoughts...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone once told me that talking is healthy, even if it means talking to a brick wall..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it keeps u sane, such is true when u have no one to talk to, but that&#39;s not the point....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i&#39;m just trying to see how this post will come out...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/feeds/5685915382246814074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-try-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/5685915382246814074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437451060901177442/posts/default/5685915382246814074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeckareth.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-try-this.html' title='lets try this'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>