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It's funny to think that strangers have positive influences towards you. I've definitely experienced that when I was traveling in Europe for not more than two months.&lt;/div&gt;
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Being in 9 countries taught me a lot, the people that I've met changed me for the better (or worst).&lt;/div&gt;
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My first stop was in London, United Kingdom. Stayed in wonderful (party) hostel for a week before jetting off for Regensburg, Germany.&lt;/div&gt;
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I can't thank my friend enough who has kindly let me stay with her for the whole 3 weeks in Germany, especially when food is provided!&lt;/div&gt;
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Took another bus ride from London Victoria to Newcastle on the 2nd day of 2012 because a good friend of mine has kindly offered a free stay at his place.&lt;/div&gt;
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Again, thank you so much for doing this. I just can't be grateful enough that you guys are providing me a free bed and meals! Indebted for life.&lt;/div&gt;
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Returning back home is such a painful experience for me. Don't get me wrong, nothing beats my hometown, not even Europe.&lt;/div&gt;
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It's just that the journey has been such a good teacher, giving me experiences and knowledge that I know I will never learn if I stay in my own country. Everything here is just so, opposite.&lt;/div&gt;
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Bookmark this site for stories from my journey. Trust me, there are plenty of interesting story to tell...&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes, Barcelona. No idea how I got here, went to bed in Newcastle and woke up in some hostel in Mercor de Palau.&lt;/div&gt;
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Untrue.&lt;/div&gt;
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Let's see what I've done in 2011, and what YOU didn't.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Lost about 40kgs (that's 88lbs for you Americans!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Scored a high-paying job without having to go for an interview. Yes, people. How many of you can do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Canceled a backpacking trip to Cambodia. I blame the government for this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Threw THREE drunken parties for my college mates. I'm proud of this the most!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Hosted some shitty university graduation video. Yeahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Cut ANOTHER close friend from high school completely out my life. This is starting to become a habit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Backpacking in Europe, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Being an asshole. This has got to change this year since we're going to die but whatevs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Just like any sane human beings out there, I would always find reviews online before buying anything major, or ANY things for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And by major I mean expensive. Something that you don't possibly need but you really really want it and can't afford.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet, you still want it. I know the feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the thing, reading reviews in blogs or watching video reviews are great because we can learn what other people think before we actually buy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, the reason why I read and watch reviews is because I would like to know which idiot bought the stuff before I myself buy it and make a fool out of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, I would spend hours and even days reading tons of reviews and browsing all the video reviews on youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only problem is, out of hundred of reviews I've read, I trusted the ONE review that says ONE negative thing about the item that I'm about to purchase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that ONE negative review stopped me from purchasing it. Yes, even when there are hundreds more positive reviews about the product, I will somehow only believe the ONE negative review.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Does it happen to you as well? Or I'm a psycho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously hate it when this happens, as I was already hyped up and saved a lot of money to buy that item but was crushed by one negative review.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even when planning for a holiday, I would always read reviews from former guests in several hotels first before booking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After scrolling through a long list of positive reviews, I stumbled into a negative review about the bed being dirty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, that's already enough to stop me from staying in that hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's also one incident where I read reviews about which petrol station I should pump my car in! I have to admit though, this one's pretty bonkers so I don't blame you for judging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only thing that I couldn't trust is food reviews. Nowadays, reading food blogs is like reading a commercial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, people should just stop selling out for free foods and give positive reviews just because they paid you to. I don't mean to attack anybody. You know who you are if you're hurt when reading this :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reason why I'm writing this blog post is because I'm on the verge of buying several electronic gadgets and couldn't make up my mind on which one to get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm an electronic junkie, so bad reviews are usually not a problem for me. I'd like to think myself as a collector really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't really use them, but I want them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah, sucks to be you don't it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.thenextweb.com/gadgets/files/2011/03/Screen-shot-2011-03-27-at-8.08.08-AM-520x245.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://cdn.thenextweb.com/gadgets/files/2011/03/Screen-shot-2011-03-27-at-8.08.08-AM-520x245.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My pile of electronic gadgets look almost similar to this, except that it's more current.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1657393995226497964-809216457791188699?l=www.mohdazharahmad.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is not the least asshole thing to do, but you'll know the reason why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. Friends who aspire to be rockstars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean come on. How many of you know friends who are most likely to be rockstars in the future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah me neither.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If your friend can really sing, then do everything in your power to make sure they get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the catch. Make sure they can REALLY SING. I'm not attacking anybody here, and I sure don't mean any of my friends (I know some of you are really going to be offended by this).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know a few people who can't sing, but were told by their family and friends that they can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweetie, baby, this is why I'm not your friend. Not because you're a talentless motherfucker, but because you need someone who has the balls to tell you the truth that you can't sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I tried telling the truth, people called me an asshole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dude, come on. Who's the bigger asshole here? Me destroying their singing career which they don't have any to begin with, or you convincing them that they have a talent and risk having them to chase nothing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch this lady here and you'll see why it's better to not encourage your talentless friends ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lUyKpfbB9M8?rel=0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. Embarrassing friends, especially in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know people are sometimes embarrassed when they're around me, but I'd like to think it's the other way around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When my friends act like idiots in public, the best way is to just ignore it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I don't mean ignore as in don't mind them. Ignore as in&lt;b&gt; get the fuck away&lt;/b&gt; from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I usually give a cold stare as a warning, but when it's too much, I'll walk away far from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like really far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I know, this is such an asshole thing to do especially to your friends but they'll get it eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't do this, they'll think you thought it's actually cool for them to act like a dumbass in public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Social-networking friends (that are LOA).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is probably common, since that now most of us has at least a Twitter or Facebook account.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The problem with this is, you'd think no one really cares about what you're updating online but some of us really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or is it just me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People tweeted about all the stuff they do, or didn't do and expect that no one on the other side criticizing them. Well you're wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emo tweets and live updates of what you're doing are two of the most common annoying things to do online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, who the fuck cares about your emotions? The worst part is, when someone ACTUALLY cared and asked, they replied with "Just leave me alone, I don't want to talk about it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT THE FUCKERY IS THIS?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, you tweeted as if you wanted attention. Now when someone 'attended' you, you blew them off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Believe you me, this is almost always the issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the least asshole way to handle this is to just don't give a fuck. But if you must give a fuck, saying is better than asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. Ugly friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all know that one friend who is ugly, but they never thought they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fortunately for me, my friends are all good-looking ones (there's a slight chance that I might be their 'ugly' friend) so I'm very fortunate in this case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay not really. I purposely cut all connections from my ugly friends. What a hassle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, the way to deal with this narcissistic sons of bitches is to let them know that they're fucking ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, we've all tried this method but nothing seems to get this motherfucker down so we'll try another way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The obvious replies that they give is usually "you're just jealous" or "whatever". Nothing will stop them if it's coming from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get a friend of a friend to do the job for you. Like, get someone they never met before to call them ugly and shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It works 100% of the time. Your main goal here is to not crush their spirits, but to tone it down a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you feel bad afterwards, &lt;b&gt;DON'T&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cookiebitch.typepad.com/cookiebitch/images/2008/01/25/ugly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://cookiebitch.typepad.com/cookiebitch/images/2008/01/25/ugly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If your friends look like this, wait, WHY ARE YOU EVEN FRIENDS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5. Friends who brags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is almost similar to the above, just a little more annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay a LOT MORE ANNOYING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you have a friend who practically has everything. This spoilt fucker, who happens to be your friend for some reason, likes to brag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What else can you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Punch that bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No body likes a braggart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1657393995226497964-5987891426012845709?l=www.mohdazharahmad.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's already hard as it is for me to explain my ethnicity, let alone my race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is how I usually deal with my, uhm, whatever I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People usually have a lot of problem with my accent, especially those who are just getting to know me. If I had a nickel for every time people ask me about my accent, I'd be filthy rich by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's the problem, most people are identifiable by their accent. Like where they are from, etc. Somehow, my accent and my 'features' are misplaced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Visualize this; a black person speaks with a Chinese accent. Yeah, weird isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The look on people's face when they heard my accent, that was priceless. As if I didn't see their faces cringed as they tried to figure out where I'm from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a full 15 minutes of being creeped out, they finally have the balls to ask, "Where are you actually from?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course; after I told them, they didn't believe me. As expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then there were some who are too 'polite' and asked "Are you Malaysian? You don't look like one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was blatantly racist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole conversation turned into how I'm a Malaysian and why I speak like I do. I never stopped explaining though, because I like it when people are interested in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, who doesn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another thing that they're confused with is my race. This is &lt;b&gt;VERY&lt;/b&gt; rare, but it happened quite a number of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People sometimes mistaken me for a Chinese, even though I don't have the slightest Chinese feature on me. Not that I know of obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was it my squinty eyes? My unusually small forehead? Disproportionate ears?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*didn't mean to be racist here, but whatevs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You might think this happened overseas where not all of them are familiar with the Chinese variety, but you're wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This happened when I'm in my own country. I know, it's sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I'm overseas it's worst. When I told them what I am, they have no idea what it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They thought I was making it up! So I told them the easiest answer, "I'm Asian."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They replied, you guessed it,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Gu7TFPEgVM/Tgin21oRGZI/AAAAAAAABQk/ZwW8dxrFKf0/s1600/8464720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Gu7TFPEgVM/Tgin21oRGZI/AAAAAAAABQk/ZwW8dxrFKf0/s320/8464720.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"But you don't look Chinese."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Story of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1657393995226497964-4302297417136273428?l=www.mohdazharahmad.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Just tell them to shut the fuck up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell them they owe you at least that for the countless trips to the doctor's for STDs and herpes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PEjJyM7UyWw/TezNC5iIKiI/AAAAAAAABQc/LXGHXJmGGnY/s1600/fail-party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PEjJyM7UyWw/TezNC5iIKiI/AAAAAAAABQc/LXGHXJmGGnY/s320/fail-party.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel bad for the guy behind LOL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Them, and their love advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you have had your fair share of listening to your friend's advice on love or relationships, haven't you noticed they usually won't work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me how many relationship advice that ACTUALLY worked? Not that many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you like someone and your friends tells you to NOT do anything about it because they're afraid you're going to ruin the relationship, they can forever jerk off alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You actually had a chance with this girl and because you listen to your friends, that chance just went down the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Listen to the one who actually says, "Go for it. Don't be afraid of rejection."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's better to live life saying "I did that" rather than "What if."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The angel and the devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't notice it by now, well, you should okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Among your friends, there are always the 'angel' and the 'devil'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How to really distinguish between these two? Easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ones who always tells you NO is evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They can never watch you do stuff they won't do, and usually they will try to uplift your spirit when you tried doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is actually one of the weird reverse-psyc thing which you'll never understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Neither do I but, oh well)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When your confidence level is so high up, you'll actually lose the ability to do something and your friends know this, because that's your weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You tend to fall whenever you're on top, and it scares them to see you more successful than you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The devil ones are the ones who tells you to make all the wrong decisions, but at the right time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are also the ones who pushes you down, making condescending remarks just to make &amp;nbsp;you feel that you're not capable of doing anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't you realize that the more you're being pushed, the angrier you get?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the angrier you get, the more motivated you are to actually finishing something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trust me, your friends aren't really your friends until they stopped 'claiming' to be your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1657393995226497964-1552288574265469385?l=www.mohdazharahmad.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You'll know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUE9XNy01LY/Tddv-jyY3TI/AAAAAAAAGzg/5NZPNkp1Udo/s1600/Fast-Five-Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUE9XNy01LY/Tddv-jyY3TI/AAAAAAAAGzg/5NZPNkp1Udo/s320/Fast-Five-Poster.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can't go wrong with fast cars and hot chicas. But seriously a fifth installment? And now rumor has it there will be a 6th one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chartmovieinfo.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/potc4_wallpaper_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://www.chartmovieinfo.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/potc4_wallpaper_01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Screw those mermaids! I'll never look at Ariel the same ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XEk5UUDWvPU/TcIiHuHO4hI/AAAAAAAADAU/dImnYuSISqM/s1600/600full-harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows_-part-2-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XEk5UUDWvPU/TcIiHuHO4hI/AAAAAAAADAU/dImnYuSISqM/s320/600full-harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows_-part-2-poster.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope they don't mess with this one. This is the last installment. Hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2010/11/09/big-mommas-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2010/11/09/big-mommas-poster.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRAP. PURELY CRAP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://veryaware.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/The-Hangover-2-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://veryaware.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/The-Hangover-2-6.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's basically the same premise; get super-wasted, wake up with no pants, no memory and trying to recall everything the next morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.80millionmoviesfree.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/kung-fu-panda-2-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://blog.80millionmoviesfree.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/kung-fu-panda-2-poster.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What can go wrong with an obese panda with Kung Fu skills?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/sherlock_holmes_downey_2_e__oPt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/sherlock_holmes_downey_2_e__oPt.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hollywood is totally running out of ideas when they decided to make a sequel of Sherlock Holmes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onlinemovieshut.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/cars-2-poster1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.onlinemovieshut.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/cars-2-poster1.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The trailer's OKAY. But I'll still go and watch these cute, talking cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviescut.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Transformers-Dark-of-The-Moon-Poster-July-2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.moviescut.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Transformers-Dark-of-The-Moon-Poster-July-2011.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acceptable, but people are complaining because Megan Fox isn't in it. My verdict? It'll be BETTER without her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://moviecarpet.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Movie_paranormal_activity_3_poster-530x784.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://moviecarpet.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Movie_paranormal_activity_3_poster-530x784.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't watch the second one, so I've no idea if they're related.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blastmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/breaking-dawn-poster1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://blastmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/breaking-dawn-poster1.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm looking forward to see Bella turning into a vamper. Will she? (I don't read the novels)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://seorevo.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/scream4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://seorevo.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/scream4.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watched the 1st one, it was GOOD! But as usual, the Scary Movie franchise destroyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://filmonic.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/x-men-first-class-poster-xavier.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://filmonic.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/x-men-first-class-poster-xavier.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always been a fan of X-Men, so no matter what the reviews are I'll still watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5212/5385639754_99ab3eea03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5212/5385639754_99ab3eea03.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone watched the shitty 3D before this? That was totally crap. The first three was seriously GOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviespad.com/photos/mission-impossible-ghost-protocol-poster-fa38c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" src="http://www.moviespad.com/photos/mission-impossible-ghost-protocol-poster-fa38c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I rather they make Kim Possible (Disney cartoon) into a movie than this crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1657393995226497964-51985702226579781?l=www.mohdazharahmad.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I will become a vegetarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah right. Like this is ever going to happen. Giving up on meat is like giving up on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe to me it is. I mean, after watching videos like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBbYUdvGWk0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FROM FARM TO FRIDGE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's still not convincing enough to give up meat altogether. I mean, really? Vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you give up eating McDonald's after watching &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwwUeQOA8_8"&gt;Super Size Me&lt;/a&gt;? Maybe for a few days, and then you're back on the bandwagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. I'll stop procrastinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be number 1, but I'll let it slide because this can actually be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you'll need to actually STOP saying you'll stop procrastinating otherwise it won't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on! Procrastination is like a bonus ability. Like, anyone could do it without trying. It's just that some of us are too good in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://selfempowermentsecrets.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/procrastination.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://selfempowermentsecrets.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/procrastination.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. I'll stop drinking/smoking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who ever said this needs to stop saying this because truth is, YOU CAN'T BE SAVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. I'll blog/vlog regularly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't deny that I've said this one too many times but I just can't help it. I'll have the mood to blog everyday for a whole week and then abandon it the next for a whole month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only reason I'm not blogging regularly is because no one ever reads my blog anyway. Or maybe I should stop thinking like that and keep posting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Maybe. (Oh but I JUST started vlogging! Scroll to the next post for the video!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.rssapplied.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/dog-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://blog.rssapplied.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/dog-blog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5. I'll delete my Facebook account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now, I don't think people can actually accomplish this. Facebook is already making it difficult enough to actually delete your account, they even give a 14-week period for you to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually tried deleting my Facebook account but failed just after 13 days! Imagine that! 1 day left and I'll be free from Facebook's death grip but I just can't seem to bear the thought of losing the only connection I have with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I don't really have that many friends in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In real life, I have none :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/help/contact.php?show_form=delete_account"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BJbTYJPIXIY/TdlCbPb9oTI/AAAAAAAABP0/Q5OSVE6tQp0/s1600/delete-facebook-account-a-how-to-guide.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click &amp;nbsp;if you intend to delete your Facebook account.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Warning! 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Every time you're single, you'll suddenly see all these couples everywhere. No matter where you are, everyone seems to be walking in pairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, whenever I'm single it so happen that it increases the chance of me seeing people making out. Once, I saw dogs and cats doing it. No, not with each other! As in the dog with a dog and the cat with a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was tough to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to all single guys out there, read further to find out why &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; need a girlfriend and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, look away. Blatant sexism ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilepanic.com/wp-content/uploads/sexism.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://smilepanic.com/wp-content/uploads/sexism.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reason #1: You're hungry. You need food.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;50 years ago, women were good for one thing, and one thing only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preparing food.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this seem sexist, but who cares! Women nowadays don't even know how to cook so might as well just throw them back in the kitchen and start cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding. Women should just go to a restaurant and order us takeout instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why I don't need a girlfriend for this&lt;/b&gt;: Hell yeah I can cook! Besides, I don't want nobody touching my food and poison the hell out of it. Better be safe than sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reason #2: You need someone to clean around the house.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Men are like dirty pigs. We hate to clean, but we hate dirtiness as well. So what's the solution? Get a girlfriend who can do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us know that girls can sometimes be iffy about these stuff. You know, being a total hygiene-freak. Like they can't stand seeing the whole house get dirty so eventually they'll clean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, after that there's a 90% chance of them leaving your sorry ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why I don't need a girlfriend for this:&lt;/b&gt; I'm not usually dirty, and I'm capable of cleaning up after myself. Plus, my mom still cleans for me. I'm pathetic. Hey at least I confessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reason #3: You need a companion to watch a chick flick.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh come on guys! You know you like seeing Jennifer Aniston or Jennifer Lopez's ass in the cinema. But sadly they act mostly in chick flicks. Now most of us guys know that watching chick drama is a major faux pas when expressing your manhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fret not, you can watch it with your girlfriend when you have one! Just make sure you play the field a little; you know, make her work hard for it when you know you're going to watch it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why I don't need a girlfriend for this:&lt;/b&gt; I love watching chick flick. I think my friends even know that. I don't need to hide behind a girl just to watch some chick movie. Besides, haven't you heard of torrent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reason #4: You need sex.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now most guys would probably agree with me on this one. You can't just sleep with some girl you meet at a club. That's totally unsanitary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for health reasons, I suggest you get a girlfriend now and have sex with her all night long. Just squeeze the sex juice out of her. When you're done, get another girlfriend and repeat the process. Easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why I don't need a girlfriend for this&lt;/b&gt;: I'm not a slut. And I masturbate occasionally. So my sex drive is not much of an issue here. The occasional one night stands are a must, but without a girlfriend there would be no cuddling. I just can't stand the cuddle. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reason #5: Actually, I only have 4 reasons so far. Feel free to add more if you have any.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In conclusion, ......... I got nothing. Just get a girlfriend and have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please don't take this post seriously. I'm just trying to make sexism fun! 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Why in the world would you not be watching porn? It's the closest thing to heaven on earth, to be dramatic. Of course, you lied about not watching porn or dislike porn because you're afraid people will judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, there's nothing wrong with watching porn. Just admit it and we'll stop judging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage #2: I watch porn occasionally, but never DO something about it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another big fat lie, but I'll take it. The fact that you never really do something while watching porn means you're not turned on. Or you're watching a different kind of porn. I mean come on! Who here never masturbates while watching other people engage in sexual act?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least try to do something while watching porn. ANYTHING! Get a drink, eat Snickers, or you can tweet about you watching porn. I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage #3: I watch porn with friends and laugh about it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is acceptable because I have actually done this before. You know, it's not exactly a good idea watching porn with your friends, especially if they're girly-girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried watching porn with my female friends and there is no need to hide my boner. Well truth is, I didn't even get hard. All they did was commenting on how painful it is to watch a 9" thrusts inside their womenly part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a virgin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage #4: I watch softcore porn.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What this actually means is that you watched sex scenes in movies. THIS IS NOT PORN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage #5: I watch porn in a private browser.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally you're admitting to watching porn. There's no need to be ashamed of this stage. Frankly speaking, I found people who watches porn in a private browser to actually be hiding something. Maybe they're watching BBW, or S&amp;amp;M, or even Necrophilia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't google those words. I won't be held responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage #6: I watch porn, but only the previews.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's right. You can't afford to pay monthly access to porn sites so you watch either the tour or preview. Although it's only 30 seconds long, you'll still be able to jerk off by repeating the video over and over until you're 'done'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a hassle to keep switching hands to hit the replay button while jerking off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage #7: I watch porn, the downloaded ones.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Either you downloading the whole DVD, or just a few scenes from a low-budget sex studio. Better than paying, am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe that no man should ever pay for porn. No matter how good they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage #8: I paid for porn and get free access to hundred other sites.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Piss off! There's no way to prove that since your credit card statement will only show CC-BILL instead of 'Yeah-I-Watch-Porn'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know that? I paid for porn once. Mom found out because I used her credit card. Not a smart move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage #9: I am a porn actor/actress.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Congratulations! You just earned my respect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I do not condone watching porn for those below 18 years old and please, do not email me asking which free porn sites I used. I will never tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1657393995226497964-233137760131356439?l=www.mohdazharahmad.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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DO NOT INVESTIGATE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tspb.state.tx.us/CVC/historic/attic/images/attic_04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://www.tspb.state.tx.us/CVC/historic/attic/images/attic_04.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For some reason, girls especially; they like to go and investigate scary noises happening either in the attic or at the at the basement. When the floor started creaking, you know something is about to happen. But somehow these idiotic girls/guys went to investigate the noise and that's the end of their acting career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rule #2: Do not move into a house that looks scary.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3226/2514992069_bc2923899a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3226/2514992069_bc2923899a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another major faux pas in horror movies. I really don't get why people would move in to a house that already look scary and haunted, but insisted on living there just because the rent is 'cheap'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rule #3: Do not run upstairs when being chased by 'something'.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://au.reachout.com/assets/329/feature/girl_running_upstairs.jpg?1231287323" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://au.reachout.com/assets/329/feature/girl_running_upstairs.jpg?1231287323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is just common sense. RUN THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rule #4: Name your kid properly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20070319233650/uncyclopedia/images/9/95/ScaryKid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20070319233650/uncyclopedia/images/9/95/ScaryKid.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is what I hated the most, scary movies with kids in them! And most of the time, the kid is the killer or possessed or something. Of course, when you have a kid called Lilith (the demon girl from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0795351/"&gt;Case 39&lt;/a&gt;) or Esther (the horny kid from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1148204/"&gt;Orphan&lt;/a&gt;), there are going to be something wrong with them! Name your kid Crystal or Apple or something cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rule #5: Don't try to be a hero.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stinkbrown.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/ash-getting-his-deadite-on.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://www.stinkbrown.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/ash-getting-his-deadite-on.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Most likely this person will be killed first. The hero is usually the one we never suspect and sometimes, there will be no hero. SO DON'T TRY TO BE ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rule #6: Black people always dies first.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://trollingwithclass.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/nightofthelivingdead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://trollingwithclass.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/nightofthelivingdead.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know why, but they do. They always do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1657393995226497964-1228661971157778981?l=www.mohdazharahmad.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My friend even reminded me that I used to say "I will never sacrifice good food to be skinny." That might be true, but I don't want to be skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've lost all the excess weight and I still have 5-10 more KGs to lose before reaching my ideal weight. I won't be too skinny, but I won't be too fat either. I'll just be a healthy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to how I lost all the weight, I never really remembered how or why I wanted to be healthy. Before this you'll hear me saying stuff like "I hate skinny people" or "I will never exercise". Of course all of that changed so suddenly without me realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I went to the gym because of peer pressure. Sure, my friends and family have called me fat before but that never really get to me. In fact, I liked being called fat! I told my friends that if I'm not fat, I won't have this bubbly personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself as the joker/comedian among my friends, so being fat is important. Why? When you say something mean, it'll be funnier because you're fat. But &lt;b&gt;when you're skinnier, you'd just be a douche&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I actually didn't try that hard to be healthy. It was a fairly easy process. All you need is a determination and an iPod (will be explained later!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took that brave step to sign up for a gym nearby my hometown in KK, and thank god the receptionist didn't give me the 'look'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the &lt;b&gt;OMG-you're-so-fat-you-can't-enter-the-gym&lt;/b&gt; look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started by doing cardio on a treadmill EVERY DAY. Yes, you'd see me walking on a treadmill every morning in the gym and nothing else for a month. I wasn't even running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to download a few songs that has a very high beats per minute (bpm). I reckon the first song I used was from an episode of Glee. It was a cover song of Queen's 'Bohemian Rhapsody' by the Vocal Adrenaline. (Sorry, I'm a Gleek! Can't help it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to lift my feet and my body, and ran. I ran as hard as I can and then I ran non-stop for an hour. I would increase the speed from 5km/h to 7km/h and now, I can run up to 12km/h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, food was probably the hardest part in losing weight. When I'm at home, my mom couldn't stop cooking nice food and I can't resist eating them. Besides, my mom won't let me starve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I explained to her that I need her help if she wanted to see me healthy, and she looked at me like she never loved me before. She stopped cooking for me, and started to go on a diet with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the main point, I lost 1KG in my first month! Imagine that. Now, I lost a minimum of 5KGs in a week! I do not condone losing weight that fast, but I can't help it because my metabolism rate has increased rapidly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not lose weight by dieting, I lose weight by eating more everyday! I eat good food, healthy food and no junk food or carbonated drink intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only advice is, do not give up on exercising and &lt;b&gt;DO NOT DEPEND ON THE WEIGHING SCALE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing weight is one thing, but the one you really need to watch out for is your body fat percentage. Sometimes, you can't lose weight but your body fat percentage will decrease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, be healthy because you want to and do it for you. Don't let anyone else get in your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZHW4nCNkSo/TaradGjcrtI/AAAAAAAABPk/J1_25CP81ww/s1600/n820563857_3001103_6453856.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZHW4nCNkSo/TaradGjcrtI/AAAAAAAABPk/J1_25CP81ww/s320/n820563857_3001103_6453856.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is me when I was overweight. 112KGs. (somehow this is the ONLY whole body picture of me that I could find!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y3wh0c12zdA/TaraerezUMI/AAAAAAAABPo/HSbr0hisXPg/s1600/216056_1934826566638_1121520653_2283614_7821148_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y3wh0c12zdA/TaraerezUMI/AAAAAAAABPo/HSbr0hisXPg/s320/216056_1934826566638_1121520653_2283614_7821148_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me now. 80KGs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway guys, leave me a comment if you wanted to know more about my weight loss, or if you wanted to share something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1657393995226497964-2702222208917093171?l=www.mohdazharahmad.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The Gorillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2atiiVp-r8s/TOEfobSBsGI/AAAAAAAAAc0/rJmDv2FbYZU/s400/ImagsBodyBuilder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2atiiVp-r8s/TOEfobSBsGI/AAAAAAAAAc0/rJmDv2FbYZU/s320/ImagsBodyBuilder.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Look at those veins!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Basically Gorillas are those who have super muscular body that no one wanted to relate with. They have muscles in every part of their body with a body fat percentage that is almost 0%. And no, these guys are not even body builders. That is in a different archetype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Juiceheads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.thefrisky.com/images/uploads/Snooki-121809-m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://cdn.thefrisky.com/images/uploads/Snooki-121809-m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh damn she's cute! NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Snookie coined this term first in Jersey Shore where she kept calling every single buff guys 'Juiceheads', but she's right. Juiceheads are those (usually dudes) who kept a bottle of all the supplements in the world to help them accelerate their muscle growth by their side at all times. These dudes will take one sip for every reps they do and to be honest, it's kind of annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Cum Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/8/b/5/3/1256593235918728981lifting-weights-md.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/8/b/5/3/1256593235918728981lifting-weights-md.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I've seen worst cum-face expression than this dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is probably one of the funniest ones to lookout for in your gym. These people will 'try' to lift more weights than they should've and end up doing jacked up facial expressions. Most of the time, they will do their sex face or as I call it, The Cum Face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Dog Walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-exercise-bike.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Treadmill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.the-exercise-bike.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Treadmill.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Look at her so happy. Which is terrifying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is not that funny, but I like these people. They keep it steady on the treadmill, they didn't really do any weight-lifting at all or touch any of the equipments in the gym other than treadmills. Forty-five minutes later, they will still be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Biggest Loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.sky.com/sky-news/content/StaticFile/jpg/2007/Nov/Week1/1608128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://news.sky.com/sky-news/content/StaticFile/jpg/2007/Nov/Week1/1608128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Uhmm, yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not trying to condemn the fatties, but once you saw them at the gym, you'll be like "Hell no." It's good that obese people are trying to be healthy, but these TBLs are not one of them. They would run (or walk) on the treadmill for roughly about a minute and switch to the recumbent bike for less than 30 seconds before they realize they can't do it. I mean come on! I was obese before but at least I'm not lazy! Which brings me to the next one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Sweaty Beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/deathhousehades/060328_ballmer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.freewebs.com/deathhousehades/060328_ballmer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Imagine him going the gym. Ugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I used to be one of them, until I discovered the free towel service. These guys/girls don't really care if their sweat is all over the bench or any of the gym equipments that requires them to lie down or sit or touch (okay basically it's everything!). Little advice, I once accidentally lay down on a bench and then I realized that it's wet and sweaty and smelly. I thought to myself I don't care since I'll be sweating anyway. Two weeks later, I got chickenpox and I was 99% sure that I was infected through that sweaty guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The Starer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's not a really brilliant nickname but I've no idea what else to call them. The nickname sums it all, they like to stare at other people. I think I fit in this category best because otherwise, I won't be writing this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;If you are offended or fit in any (or all) of the categories mentioned above, I'm not sorry. In fact, I'm just trying to make exercise fun! And don't worry, you're not alone. All of us might have been in one of the categories somehow. You just don't realize it. Yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1657393995226497964-8029937543519050528?l=www.mohdazharahmad.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I still remember when I was 2 years old, my mom grabbed me and my sister and we moved to an old house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lasted for a week because there was a huge flood in KK and our house is gone. (The only reason I would remember this is because my mom told me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we moved to a better looking house but some crazy guy (my ex-stepdad) threatened to kill us and we moved. When they eventually got married (blackmailed, of course), my mom managed to buy a house that we lived in until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a lot of time in between where we had to move to my cousin's house for months just because that crazy ex-stepdad gone completely mental. I'm talking &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.my/search?client=safari&amp;amp;rls=en&amp;amp;q=linday+lohan&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;amp;redir_esc=&amp;amp;ei=lW2ITYP5IIe4rAegwuHBDg#hl=en&amp;amp;client=safari&amp;amp;rls=en&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=lW2ITaT-KIbXrQeF_5XeDg&amp;amp;ved=0CCYQBSgA&amp;amp;q=lindsay+lohan&amp;amp;spell=1&amp;amp;fp=b75864dad46902e9"&gt;Lindsay Lohan&lt;/a&gt; kind of mental! Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine coming back home from kindergarten (that's 6 years old!) and as you step down that school bus, a crazy-looking man is waiting for you at the door yielding a PVC pipe. Then, imagine getting whacked 'till you're almost lifeless. How's that for mental?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, up until I was 13 and ready to move out (or going to a boarding school), I kept changing high schools too. That lasted a while (3 years to be exact) and then I had to transfer to another high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1UFjDmTKCdw/TYhvgp9FcWI/AAAAAAAABPg/N7H-_M3kGZo/s1600/every-time-i-move.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1UFjDmTKCdw/TYhvgp9FcWI/AAAAAAAABPg/N7H-_M3kGZo/s320/every-time-i-move.gif" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I, on the contrary, wanted to keep everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I was 18 years old, I thought being nomadic is a thing in the past. Unfortunately for me, it's a family curse.&amp;nbsp;I transferred to 4 different colleges in the span of 2 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 21 now, and I've managed to stay in my current university for nearly 3 years! Was the curse over?&amp;nbsp;IDTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my college is far from home, I had to rent a room nearby. So I did. In those 3 years, I moved out from an apartment twice, now moving out from a house to another apartment. Four different places in 3 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;By the way, the crazy ex-stepdad is gone. Don't worry, I didn't murder him or anything. I wish I did. He filed for bankruptcy and is even sued by the government. Who said life isn't fair? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1657393995226497964-620025652715319761?l=www.mohdazharahmad.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is the only thing I dare spent on loads of money on without regretting it. Unless they were terrible of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was traveling in Amsterdam, food is just everywhere. Walk for 5 minutes and there's always something new to try. At least all the walking helped burn some extra calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCN-QPcFx_4/TG06h5cfHvI/AAAAAAAABIU/HWznoU6HKTE/s1600/febo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCN-QPcFx_4/TG06h5cfHvI/AAAAAAAABIU/HWznoU6HKTE/s320/febo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Look for this sign in Amsterdam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Febo is probably one of the best express foods I have ever eaten in my whole life. Better than McDonald's, KFC and Burger King COMBINED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was actually more interested in 'how' we buy it rather than eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCN-QPcFx_4/TG06nXsEt6I/AAAAAAAABIc/06tn2qfSpXo/s1600/febo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCN-QPcFx_4/TG06nXsEt6I/AAAAAAAABIc/06tn2qfSpXo/s320/febo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is how you purchase them. Like a vending machine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just insert coins in the slot and choose your food! They have burgers, croquettes, hotdogs and many other weird Amsterdam food you could imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCN-QPcFx_4/TG06bfkfpII/AAAAAAAABIM/rjL8rvgFTDU/s1600/febo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCN-QPcFx_4/TG06bfkfpII/AAAAAAAABIM/rjL8rvgFTDU/s320/febo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;These are the ones that killed me. Cheese croquettes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If for some reason you just had to eat in McDonald's like I did, then you have try this one. I don't know, whenever I traveled I just had to try the one thing we have similarities in every country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCN-QPcFx_4/TG06rg99D8I/AAAAAAAABIk/uQHglmLRTSI/s1600/mcd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCN-QPcFx_4/TG06rg99D8I/AAAAAAAABIk/uQHglmLRTSI/s320/mcd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Super Dutch Deluxe Burger Meal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's bigger than any of the McDonald's burger I've ever seen and the meat is just superb! This cost me around 5 Euro for a large combo. 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All the pastries and chocolates I can find along the streets of Amsterdam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There were hundreds of bakeries in Amsterdam and all I can do is take pictures. They were expensive for a tiny slice of heaven. I was on a tight budget and had to make a decision whether to try everything but risk having no extra money for souvenirs, or try just one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is probably one of the most difficult challenges I faced so far. Choosing ONE dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCN-QPcFx_4/TG03dQdQ4II/AAAAAAAABHU/XbOO7iZdHro/s1600/bakery.jpg4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCN-QPcFx_4/TG03dQdQ4II/AAAAAAAABHU/XbOO7iZdHro/s320/bakery.jpg4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCN-QPcFx_4/TG03dQdQ4II/AAAAAAAABHU/XbOO7iZdHro/s1600/bakery.jpg4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCN-QPcFx_4/TG03iSpuEVI/AAAAAAAABHc/dpiNb37QFWg/s1600/bakery1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Look at all the layers. Every bite was sensational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCN-QPcFx_4/TG04CdWu2-I/AAAAAAAABIE/iIQK7KP707g/s1600/bakery7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCN-QPcFx_4/TG037lbr5QI/AAAAAAAABH8/XMjw4_EKUY0/s1600/bakery6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCN-QPcFx_4/TG037lbr5QI/AAAAAAAABH8/XMjw4_EKUY0/s320/bakery6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The creamiest Tiramisu ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If there's a place I could go twice, I'd pick Amsterdam. All the foods (and prostitutes) are definitely not to be missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As a matter of fact, I'll be going to Amsterdam again in December 2011. Here's hoping the next trip would be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_858423822"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_858423823"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1657393995226497964-1136362334134839656?l=www.mohdazharahmad.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Total 7 Euro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you happen to try a space cake, be aware that the effect will only kick in after an hour of eating and will last for about 5 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Make sure you plan your 'trip' well. During the 'trip', the effect will vary according to people and the space cake itself. You'll either feel funny, scared or induced in euphoria. Other people won't notice the difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCN-QPcFx_4/TG0uULMgKtI/AAAAAAAABGU/FPhlJaOqx8w/s1600/space+cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCN-QPcFx_4/TG0uULMgKtI/AAAAAAAABGU/FPhlJaOqx8w/s320/space+cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The cake tasted normal except with hemp seeds in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The only downside of eating space cakes is you won't remember how your 'trip' went. I should've recorded mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1657393995226497964-6646177743239351630?l=www.mohdazharahmad.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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