<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697</id><updated>2012-02-10T22:11:49.241+08:00</updated><category term='just livin the life'/><category term='Me saying thank you'/><category term='New Zealand&apos;s fourth most popular guitar-based digi-bongo acapella-rap-funk-comedy folk duo'/><category term='???'/><category term='Finally'/><category term='7 FEB 2009'/><category term='driving our sister insane'/><category term='Libra'/><category term='1:10 a.m. Wednesday 31 March 2010'/><category term='tired'/><category term='Sports Carnival(1-0-2) and Talentine'/><category term='SATURDAY'/><category term='stuff'/><category term='26 Febuary 2009...like the post below'/><category term='2nd Febuary 2009'/><category term='5 Febuary 2009'/><category term='her'/><category term='nineninenine'/><category term='Friday 6 Feb 2009'/><category term='7 MAY 2009'/><title type='text'>Me, Myself and I</title><subtitle type='html'>(ANYTHING WORTH MENTIONING)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-6192941976708835403</id><published>2012-02-10T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T22:11:49.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irrelevance</title><content type='html'>My first post in 2012. That fact is irrelevant to anything. Not many would be fortunate enough to ever read this so if you are, rejoice and be comforted by the also irrelevant fact that you are the only people to read this. Repetition for the win. Where am I going with this post, I'm not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's go. Sometimes I feel irrelevant too. Irrelevant at class. Irrelevant at school. So basically I feel irrelevant in this world so far. At this stage, my life revolves around life in school but not for long. Hopefully, my irrelevance would improve in the future when I'll be off somewhere reinventing myself and being a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AqJ_D_6CLpo/TzUlgS9FbfI/AAAAAAAAANI/pAMKv1u9Tgo/s1600/hello-my-name-is-irrelevant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AqJ_D_6CLpo/TzUlgS9FbfI/AAAAAAAAANI/pAMKv1u9Tgo/s320/hello-my-name-is-irrelevant.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Still, I'm in the present now. So the question is : Why do I feel irrelevant especially? Normally, I'd start answering this question by flipping the pages of my dictionary for a definition. Since this is not an English exam question, I'll just use my head. I don't feel involved in anything. Sure I'm a student and as a student I do my homework, do a bit of studying, hang out with my friends and other mischief. I just feel left out in the running of things. I don't feel essential to anything. If I were to be absent indefinitely, nobody would be too bothered. At least that's how I feel. Maybe this will improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some might say that I'm being ungrateful. I might be but I really thank everyone who has ever given a damn about me. Thank you. And this would be my last year in a school which I have made many memories and as many friends. I don't want to leave at a bad note. So, I'd be trying my best to show my gratitude to everyone and everything that happens this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rf6DqAFImRE/TzUh9xuP4rI/AAAAAAAAANA/6uSiWt31cn4/s1600/every-cloud-have-a-silver-lining.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rf6DqAFImRE/TzUh9xuP4rI/AAAAAAAAANA/6uSiWt31cn4/s320/every-cloud-have-a-silver-lining.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice way to start posting once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-6192941976708835403?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/6192941976708835403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=6192941976708835403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/6192941976708835403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/6192941976708835403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2012/02/irrelevance.html' title='Irrelevance'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AqJ_D_6CLpo/TzUlgS9FbfI/AAAAAAAAANI/pAMKv1u9Tgo/s72-c/hello-my-name-is-irrelevant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-4557430715629318246</id><published>2011-12-09T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:02:15.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December...</title><content type='html'>Gosh, where has all time gone? The time has run away in the blink of&amp;nbsp;an eye. I still remember the first day of school this year.&amp;nbsp;As&amp;nbsp;if&amp;nbsp; it was yesterday.&amp;nbsp;11 months on and here I am. Don't get wrong. If time never moved on, we wouldn't experience anything and we wouldn't grow into what we are today. Through the passing of time, I'd like to think that I've improved as a person, physically and mentally. Sure, there are certain things that are still annoying me but hey, I still have time even though it is moving at a blistering pace. Mark my words. Sooner or later I would be off somewhere living my own life, older and wiser. I'm sure you would be living your lives in your own ways too. It's scary to think of the future but I'm not focusing too far into the future. My main objective is the here and now. See, if I screw up today, tomorrow would be bad for me. Simple, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZMv4WjIwc4/TuHAZ6lcwxI/AAAAAAAAAM4/RW-qysWl3q4/s1600/time+control.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZMv4WjIwc4/TuHAZ6lcwxI/AAAAAAAAAM4/RW-qysWl3q4/s1600/time+control.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;December is also&amp;nbsp;the month of Christmas, both&amp;nbsp;the religious one and the overhyped and overmarketed one. At least it's the season to be jolly. Spend time with our families. Exchange presents. It's also the last month of the year before a new one begins. So wouldn't we want to forgive people who have done us wrong and also to be forgiven? That's it for now. Hopefully, I'll post soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iixRenuQG3s/TuHAGQ72GhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/epP0gBHBwTQ/s1600/christmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iixRenuQG3s/TuHAGQ72GhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/epP0gBHBwTQ/s1600/christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-4557430715629318246?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/4557430715629318246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=4557430715629318246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4557430715629318246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4557430715629318246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/12/december.html' title='December...'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZMv4WjIwc4/TuHAZ6lcwxI/AAAAAAAAAM4/RW-qysWl3q4/s72-c/time+control.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-8564576289990971547</id><published>2011-11-11T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T21:31:53.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The next month is November.</title><content type='html'>Yes it's November&amp;nbsp;already and it's&amp;nbsp;a special day. 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th year in this millenium. This happens every 1000 years. Many people have been looking forward to this day. Some say it's the date for all singles. Some say it's lucky. My friend wants to make a wish later at 11.11pm and 11 seconds. That's because he missed&amp;nbsp;his wish at 1.11pm and 11 seconds.&amp;nbsp;His reaction when I told him the time that time(haha)? "FUCK!". Reasonable reaction, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KS-6GvbPOak/Tr0h8oOs2GI/AAAAAAAAAMY/QcQ1ei4Z1H4/s1600/swear.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KS-6GvbPOak/Tr0h8oOs2GI/AAAAAAAAAMY/QcQ1ei4Z1H4/s1600/swear.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That man knows how to express himself. In symbols.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not convinced that today has any extra significance. Well, it may be the only 11.11.11 I'll ever have the pleasure of living through&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and that's the only significance&amp;nbsp;that I can think of. However,&amp;nbsp;everyday is different. We will not&amp;nbsp;go through tomorrow like we did today. So yes in that sense today was special.&lt;br /&gt;&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/-GNp7msFyunw/Tr0jBPJMWLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxP26KM1_JY/s1600/one.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNp7msFyunw/Tr0jBPJMWLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxP26KM1_JY/s200/one.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school had its annual Talentine competition today. What I can say is that this year's competition&amp;nbsp;is the most competitive and all the acts are top notch. I&amp;nbsp;can only reacall one act&amp;nbsp;which screwed up. Overall, I had an enjoyable time. Sadly this would be the last time I'd be able to enjoy it. The winner ended up to be a guitar solo act. What won it for him was his&amp;nbsp;ability to entertain the crowd. He played to the crowd well but&amp;nbsp; I think he overplayed it a&amp;nbsp;little. Still his guitar skills were great and I have no complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I do feel the urge to say something though. When the&amp;nbsp;winner finished his performance and went up&amp;nbsp;on stage to&amp;nbsp;receive his reward, everybody was clapping and cheering on &amp;nbsp;rapturously. People were talking about how amazing he was. The funny thing to me was many people had a gripe with him before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He isn't exactly the person everybody wants to be friends with. He had ruffled the wrong feathers before. When he was performing I saw&amp;nbsp;one of my teachers literally&amp;nbsp;chuffed to bits. She must have thought that he was novelty like a funny doll doing its thing, like he was a clown making people laugh. Nobody had thought he had an ability to play the guitar. Nobody had taken him seriously before.&amp;nbsp;Maybe people thought the performance was a comedy show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, people are saying congratulations and saying how great he was just&amp;nbsp;after he proved his abilities. I feel that people want to be a part of his glory. The sad thing is that nobody wanted to have anything to do with him before. It just proves my theory that people are like crustaceans looking for a shell. If there is a good shell, the crustacean would use it&amp;nbsp;and when&amp;nbsp;it wears out&amp;nbsp;the crab will leave it behind. Just like people.&amp;nbsp;They only want to share the good times, not the bullcrap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you might have had enough of my rant. Now I rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7zXAhXvRVlI/Tr0jM53dhJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9oyNgvR6t5g/s1600/fullstop.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7zXAhXvRVlI/Tr0jM53dhJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9oyNgvR6t5g/s1600/fullstop.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-8564576289990971547?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/8564576289990971547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=8564576289990971547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8564576289990971547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8564576289990971547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/11/next-month-is-november.html' title='The next month is November.'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KS-6GvbPOak/Tr0h8oOs2GI/AAAAAAAAAMY/QcQ1ei4Z1H4/s72-c/swear.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-5469973193805072958</id><published>2011-09-04T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T18:55:02.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The next month</title><content type='html'>Inspiration comes and goes. Surprisingly, all sort of inspiration to blog left me for the month of August. It's like a friend who went on vacation. He just came back yesterday from the wilderness of BOREDOM and gave me a souvenir: the ability to blog. So we are all very&amp;nbsp;grateful to&amp;nbsp;Mr. Inspiration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the last day of a one week holiday for Hari Raya and Merdeka. Like any other holiday, I feel I have wasted this holiday. Maybe I didn't. I could have gained something in my subconscious. I definitely bonded with my parents. We were going to different places almost everyday. By "places" I mean shopping malls. In shopping malls there obviously stuff to buy.&amp;nbsp;Most of the stufff&amp;nbsp;are clothes. That's a problem. I saw clothes after clothes after clothes until I got sick of them. I have to admit that I'm not a shopping person like the majority of guys aren't either. It's cool once a week, not 7 days a week. Oh well, let's see if I'd be saying the same thing when school resumes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the holiday would be my friend&amp;nbsp;Sarah's birthday "thing". I can't think of a word to call it. Basically, she invited 7 people to a hotel for lunch and dinner at a hotel. Me and 2 other guys stayed overnight in the room booked for this "thing". The "thing" was awesome and fun. Awesome-ly fun. Funnily awesome. I managed to socialise with friends I had been dying to "get-to-know" better. And Sarah, if you are reading this, I am eternally honoured to had been invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the word to use when you want to "get-to-know" someone better? I've come up with "attracted". Can&amp;nbsp;anyone think of a better word? I would love to say that I'm preparing another video to upload soon&amp;nbsp;but I&amp;nbsp;beat around the&amp;nbsp;bush&amp;nbsp;a lot. So&amp;nbsp;replace "preparing" with "thinking of an idea for" and&amp;nbsp;"soon" with "within the next 5 years" and you'd get what I mean. Well, we have to start somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-5469973193805072958?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/5469973193805072958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=5469973193805072958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5469973193805072958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5469973193805072958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/09/next-month.html' title='The next month'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-5497138502565904828</id><published>2011-07-31T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T17:11:26.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemna.</title><content type='html'>While my friends, Marcus and Sarah, went for a Christian Fellowship Rally and concert, I went to a party with loud music, dancing and girls wearing skimpy outfits. God bless my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That party was Su Min's 16th birthday party. I'm not even sure the term "birthday" should be used here. When I think of "birthday", I think of cakes, candles, smiles, balloons, clowns and basically bright places. Instead what I experienced was more of "teenager's wet dream" than "birthday". The scene was more like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eGq4CStHRR8/TjUVKw3gSMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lYQu6HSiTY8/s1600/club+scene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eGq4CStHRR8/TjUVKw3gSMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lYQu6HSiTY8/s1600/club+scene.jpg" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mommy, where them girls at?"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿The place was called Sanook. The party was on the second floor. There was a bar. You know the one serving&amp;nbsp;alcohol type. Not the ones you walk into and hurt yourself. It was dimly lit with brightly coloured lights. About 70 people came. That's a lot for a small place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started innocently enough. The girls were still in skimpy outfits though. Not that I'm complaining much. We played a game where the person needs to bite a bag on the floor on one leg. With every successful try, the bag is folded smaller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun started when the girls played musical chairs. The catch: Guys are sitting on the chairs. So, you know, the girls had to sit on the guys. I was one of the guys *jumps for joy*. Now, I'm not the most horny person you'll ever meet but it was...exciting? This was the first time and&amp;nbsp;it feels weird to have girl to sit on my legs. I will never view a game of musical chairs the same again. I think I was one of&amp;nbsp; the last 5 guys sitting. Needless to say, it was fun although my thighs felt slightly sore afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8uJdzTAagXg/TjUZ_3DHNXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/v2GyBqr1gqs/s1600/girl+on+lap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8uJdzTAagXg/TjUZ_3DHNXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/v2GyBqr1gqs/s1600/girl+on+lap.jpg" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This, to a somewhat lesser extent, happened.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;At about 9, Su Min blew the candle off and made a speech. The party went wild after that. Did I mention there was a Dj playing music? He turned the volumes up and everybody started dancing. Everybody showed off their moves. Me? I sat on the chair. I can't dance to save my life. I tried though but all I did was jump around like a monkey. Many did that too.&amp;nbsp;Everyone was hot and sweaty after dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home at about 11. In conclusion. I'm not well suited to clubbing. I'll have some fun but I wouldn't want to go clubbing many times. One&amp;nbsp;last thing to say: Happy Birthday and&amp;nbsp;thank you&amp;nbsp;for inviting me Su Min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Don't judge me. Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-5497138502565904828?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/5497138502565904828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=5497138502565904828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5497138502565904828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5497138502565904828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/07/dilemna.html' title='Dilemna.'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eGq4CStHRR8/TjUVKw3gSMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lYQu6HSiTY8/s72-c/club+scene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-7549643269097436715</id><published>2011-07-30T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T14:39:44.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days later.</title><content type='html'>When I asked someone, "Have I changed?", he replied, " NO, YOU NEVER CHANGE!". ﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dqCwT-MMdlI/TjOlyBXGmGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JxkGyKnAI4w/s1600/mr.+angry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dqCwT-MMdlI/TjOlyBXGmGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JxkGyKnAI4w/s1600/mr.+angry.jpg" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He sure looks angry. Maybe if I tickle him...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿It was actually more like this, "No, you never change." I can't tell everyone I have changed because I don't know that. All I can say for sure is I look more&amp;nbsp;like my dad everyday. Even then my look hasn't changed&amp;nbsp;over the years. I roughly have the same hair, the same face and the same frown. Do you think I have changed? &lt;br /&gt;I remember crying a lot in Pre-school because of dreaded CRAMPS. In Primary school, I was super quiet. I stuck exclusively to a few friends. I realized how quiet I was because some of my friends forgot that I was in their class. HOW CAN THEY FORGET ME!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Std 6, everything changed for the better. I started talking more, being more gay and had more friends. It improved until now. I'm less quite but I'm still quiet. Confused? I'm content with the connections I've made so far. But I still feel that I'm too quiet. Can anyone help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days is a long time in the internet world. In the real world? Not very long. Or is it the other way around?Anyway, I'll probably upload a new video next week. Hopefully I'd have something to talk about by that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-7549643269097436715?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/7549643269097436715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=7549643269097436715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7549643269097436715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7549643269097436715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/07/3-days-later.html' title='3 days later.'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dqCwT-MMdlI/TjOlyBXGmGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JxkGyKnAI4w/s72-c/mr.+angry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-3059169278809963571</id><published>2011-07-26T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:29:59.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reactions to video.</title><content type='html'>In the last few days I have uploaded 2 videos featuring me talking. I'm proud and grateful to say that I received positive comments about both of them. Thank you everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was the unexpected holiday. Nothing happened today. I can't say that I'm surprised. I'm not a fan of a holiday between school days. Of course you'd be happy the day before but then, when it's actually the holiday you'd be wondering,"Oh dear. Tomorrow is a school day. I have homework and an exam tomorrow. It's 11.22 p.m. and I haven't done my English homework." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I Did Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woke up at 6 a.m. After I showered, I slept again before waking up at 7.30 a.m.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had breakfast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched some tv.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sat on a chair outside on my balcony. Self-meditation? It was peaceful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10 minutes later, I got bored and started watching movies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 hours later, my parents came home and we had lunch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played a game on my laptop before taking a nap. A 4 hour nap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woke up and had dinner. Took a shower.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched a Korean drama. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here I am, posting this on my blog. Reading positive comments about the videos. Thanks again everyone!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-3059169278809963571?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/3059169278809963571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=3059169278809963571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3059169278809963571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3059169278809963571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/07/reactions-to-video.html' title='Reactions to video.'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-2244473035770577451</id><published>2011-07-26T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T00:35:41.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Featuring Tuesday as Holiday and Me in pink shirt.</title><content type='html'>The 2nd video. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2d64e09dd78f6902" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2d64e09dd78f6902%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331196406%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D308F2AE743881CCA1285D3DC719DD13881E1CC92.672CFB6F0AE6D326E81EAE6D52B849198CB1C1BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2d64e09dd78f6902%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DASTT7sqUYkuSJok-LihPJTMuL1M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2d64e09dd78f6902%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331196406%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D308F2AE743881CCA1285D3DC719DD13881E1CC92.672CFB6F0AE6D326E81EAE6D52B849198CB1C1BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2d64e09dd78f6902%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DASTT7sqUYkuSJok-LihPJTMuL1M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-2244473035770577451?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/2244473035770577451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=2244473035770577451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/2244473035770577451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/2244473035770577451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/07/featuring-tuesday-as-holiday-and-me-in.html' title='Featuring Tuesday as Holiday and Me in pink shirt.'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-4523552859817467719</id><published>2011-07-25T20:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T20:47:11.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's post was the 130th for this blog. How could I have forgotten? So bravo to everyone who has supported my blog by reading or even spamming&amp;nbsp;my C-box. Your links to unnecessary websites are deeply appreciated as you actually had to take the trouble to visit my blog before commenting. Bravo everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, especially on Mondays, when I wake up from bed I'll tell myself, "Well,&amp;nbsp;it's time&amp;nbsp;to wake up today but it's not too bad, you know. Everyday, something special will happen." I think I'll have to face the mirror later&amp;nbsp;to say,"I told you so!". At assembly today, the principal announced that tomorrow, 26th July 2011, would be an official school holiday. Yay. The reason behind this grand idea is that our school, the awesome Sri Kuala Lumpur, grabbed the 1st and 2nd places at CHEER 2011. CHEER is the largest&amp;nbsp;national cheerleading competition so&amp;nbsp;it is an achievement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have&amp;nbsp;noticed the lack of an exclaimation mark after the "Yay". The reason is simple. I'm just not that extremely hysterical. Many people were though. From the reactions to the news, an outsider might think that we just won a million dollar lottery. C'mon, it's only a day. I still appreciate the holiday but it's nothing to&amp;nbsp;pee in your pants about. &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EYxY9FVjqf4/Ti1k_eGsV6I/AAAAAAAAAME/ruHl4CirUHU/s1600/hysterical.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EYxY9FVjqf4/Ti1k_eGsV6I/AAAAAAAAAME/ruHl4CirUHU/s1600/hysterical.bmp" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just what I was looking for.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿If you didn't notice, I posted a video yesterday. What do you think? Was I clear enough? More videos soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rIiE8Ol9SYs/Ti1lqFQm9OI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DZnYR4bymtY/s1600/piss+in+pants.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rIiE8Ol9SYs/Ti1lqFQm9OI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DZnYR4bymtY/s1600/piss+in+pants.jpg" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not what I wanted to see.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-4523552859817467719?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/4523552859817467719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=4523552859817467719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4523552859817467719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4523552859817467719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/07/by-way.html' title='By the way...'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EYxY9FVjqf4/Ti1k_eGsV6I/AAAAAAAAAME/ruHl4CirUHU/s72-c/hysterical.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-3995813558132609880</id><published>2011-07-24T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T22:54:33.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The very first video.</title><content type='html'>This is the very first video that I have made for this blog. The world premiere of my video only on &lt;a href="mailto:evan123apple@blogspot.com"&gt;evan123apple@blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. You should feel privileged. &lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a61855ad001c3d31" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da61855ad001c3d31%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331196406%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A0A8439B36BAA20DADB1350969547D92AF89D2B.78ED5AB6232C65ADB7DB4386DD25475296B15C30%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da61855ad001c3d31%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPMq8HIwXYrneQioYAOFauelUToA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da61855ad001c3d31%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331196406%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A0A8439B36BAA20DADB1350969547D92AF89D2B.78ED5AB6232C65ADB7DB4386DD25475296B15C30%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da61855ad001c3d31%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPMq8HIwXYrneQioYAOFauelUToA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-3995813558132609880?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/3995813558132609880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=3995813558132609880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3995813558132609880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3995813558132609880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/07/very-first-video.html' title='The very first video.'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-3820612868277936496</id><published>2011-07-23T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T23:11:42.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Add a little colour.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;My blog is blue. A little too blue. Before this, it was green. Too green. So I'll try to post some pictures just&amp;nbsp;to add a little&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; C&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;-d "picture" and here's what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rmxxNOPeUCw/TirgP7F2tpI/AAAAAAAAALs/Xz28RC1rnpc/s1600/eiffel+tower.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rmxxNOPeUCw/TirgP7F2tpI/AAAAAAAAALs/Xz28RC1rnpc/s1600/eiffel+tower.bmp" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I see your point."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r7UgMGN4Z88/Tirg42EWkBI/AAAAAAAAALw/mN7va9G81nE/s1600/chicks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r7UgMGN4Z88/Tirg42EWkBI/AAAAAAAAALw/mN7va9G81nE/s1600/chicks.jpg" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Now, you're just being cheeky. GET IT?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9We3OvC6-BM/Tirizopct-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/DGAeQRBfkjg/s1600/wolf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9We3OvC6-BM/Tirizopct-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/DGAeQRBfkjg/s1600/wolf.jpg" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"(STARES AT READERS)"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzqCfJ3LYw0/TirjrX6oTxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/x3AE7rifd2s/s1600/horses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzqCfJ3LYw0/TirjrX6oTxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/x3AE7rifd2s/s1600/horses.jpg" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"HORSE LOVE"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7DvZ2Ul1nuk/Tirj-dsIyaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/w552CVduoBU/s1600/tacky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7DvZ2Ul1nuk/Tirj-dsIyaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/w552CVduoBU/s1600/tacky.jpg" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"HA! You're tacky."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8P3Q7u1QpSw/TirkRFNMbxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/PmlTLf9Kglo/s1600/hermione.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8P3Q7u1QpSw/TirkRFNMbxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/PmlTLf9Kglo/s1600/hermione.jpg" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Hey there, morning glory."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &amp;nbsp;I think that's enough for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-3820612868277936496?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/3820612868277936496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=3820612868277936496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3820612868277936496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3820612868277936496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/07/add-little-colour.html' title='Add a little colour.'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rmxxNOPeUCw/TirgP7F2tpI/AAAAAAAAALs/Xz28RC1rnpc/s72-c/eiffel+tower.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-5350783699368006122</id><published>2011-07-22T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T23:08:27.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosquito Water</title><content type='html'>Can relationships actually be like "mosquito water". You know, stagnant water. It's where mosquitoes breed. It's when&amp;nbsp;that the water is stable and not moving much. Now, do you know of a relationship that resembles "mosquito water"? Yes, it may be stable but then it is not moving forward. It's just staying there, letting mosquitoes breed all over it. I know I have some relationships like these. When I meet some people, it's like "Hi" and "Hey". Then it goes on to ,"What are you doing?", "How's the weekend?" and etc. Finally: (drum roll)..."BYE". Of course the relationship is stable. There is nothing to stimulate the relationship, nothing that tries to improve it into something more. It's acceptable when it is an acquaintance but not really good when I've known someone for quite some time. Maybe it's just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-5350783699368006122?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/5350783699368006122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=5350783699368006122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5350783699368006122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5350783699368006122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/07/mosquito-water.html' title='Mosquito Water'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-4277520173268277414</id><published>2011-07-19T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T23:41:29.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a point in finding a date?</title><content type='html'>Well, is there? Let's just imagine that I'm lucky enough to find a date. I can hear someone laughing in the distance. I never had a date before so I would love it to be something&amp;nbsp;special. But, the question is what can I do to make it look like I have a date. You know those movies about proms and the&amp;nbsp;stuff that goes with it. Pick up your date at the date's home. Go to the prom together. Be polite throughout the whole thing. You kiss your date. Another girl comes in and slaps your face. You know. Realistically, only one of those things I can actually do which is being polite. I can't pick up my date at the date's home or go to the prom&amp;nbsp; together. It would be a miracle if I do kiss my date. And why would a girl slap me? I'm a nice person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is how can I even find a date? How do I approach a girl and ask her to be my date? The last time I asked someone to be my Valentine, I was disappointed. Do I&amp;nbsp;just go and say,"Hey, wanna have a good time?". Then&amp;nbsp;I would actually get slapped.&amp;nbsp;I also think that I need to actually like the girl to bring her as my date. It could&amp;nbsp;be just a fun thing to do as friends. Hmmm, can anyone help me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-4277520173268277414?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/4277520173268277414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=4277520173268277414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4277520173268277414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4277520173268277414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-there-point-in-finding-date.html' title='Is there a point in finding a date?'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-8828123295535095511</id><published>2011-07-17T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T00:55:09.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>Just watched Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows: Part 2 today. It is finally over. Harry Potter lived "happily ever after"(sorry for the spoiler). Right&amp;nbsp;at the moment the credits started rolling, emptiness set in. "Now what?". So, I made a list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THINGS TO DO AFTER HARRY POTTER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a deep breath. Reminisce. Cry. Anything to accept the end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use the toilet. Makes you feel better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EAT. Because you ran out of popcorn and sat through the whole movie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep. Rest your mind. Rest your eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reflect about how Harry Potter relates to your own life. Obviously in real-life there's school. And magic (Obviously).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think about what homework you have. Especially on weekends. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discuss. So SNAPE was a good guy after all. So it WAS a good movie. SO it's all OVER.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-8828123295535095511?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/8828123295535095511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=8828123295535095511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8828123295535095511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8828123295535095511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/07/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-5622211340191043406</id><published>2011-07-16T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T00:19:40.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Side-Tracked</title><content type='html'>We all have those days when we were supposed to do something that we've planned for some time only for something else to crop out. Today, I had one of those days. Thankfully, it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school is organising a charity concert on this Saturday. For today they had&amp;nbsp;a matinee show just for the students. I bought a ticket for RM5&amp;nbsp;and gave another 5 all in the name of charity. That and a little "encouragement" from the principal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a few friends who were going too so I was ready. Then, out of nowhere, Ryan apparently had already moved to&amp;nbsp;his new CONDOM-inium (sorry!) and he politely invited us over for a visit. So off we went for an adventure. Me, Marcus Lee, Ryan Teo, Belinda Yee and Sarah Leow had a fun time getting there. Now you know their full names, please don't harm them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first we bought lunch from KFC. Just nearby the restaurant, Belinda (with a bandaged foot) almost fell into a drain. The sad and pathetic part is that it happened right in front of me. I froze. Imagine if she had fallen. Imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the CONDOM-inium (can't help it), had chicken, played some PS3, watched the girls play some FIFA (wasn't the best) and then we had to leave. The journey back was just as eventful. A car almost hit Belinda. Only this time I managed to grab her away! HERO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we're all still alive. So in conclusion nobody is ever safe. Group adventures are fun. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-5622211340191043406?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/5622211340191043406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=5622211340191043406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5622211340191043406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5622211340191043406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/07/side-tracked.html' title='Side-Tracked'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-3384108994029045059</id><published>2011-06-17T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T22:18:49.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 kg (Barely)</title><content type='html'>I am barely 50 kg. Scratch that. I AM 50 kg at this very moment according to my IKEA weighing scale. That means that I am slightly underweight. It is easy to admit that I am underweight. To me, it's no big deal. When the oppurtunity strikes, I may find a diet that fills my skin and bones and a fitness program that allows me to build my muscles. No big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I feel that skinny people aren't getting enough sympathy unlike overweight and obese people. Generally, people seem to assume that it's easy for us to gain that extra weight to be "normal". Let me tell you that many skinny people are having a hard time to gain weight. There's no exact way. The world seems focus on losing the weight instead of gaining them. Instead of "The Biggest Loser" we should have "The Biggest Loser". Oh, I just realised that heavy eaters might abuse the idea and the winner would be 100 +kg. That's a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, people at the wrong ends of the scale might have a bone to pick with people meddling with their weight issue. We do get offended in many but sometimes subtle ways. It's not a very big deal but it does exist. Just this day, my friend told me that she could&amp;nbsp;use my ribs as a xylophone. Haha. Slightly hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I want to delve into the subject of opinion. In the end that is why most of us are focused on our weight: people's perception. As a fact, skinny or fat people are not considered hot or sexy. Maybe I am&amp;nbsp;still in my teens and&amp;nbsp;it could all change when I enter adulthood but right now I am literally small-fish and not a threat. People aren't scared of me. I'm scared of big people. I don't have physical presence. I think that's my biggest problem with my weight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-3384108994029045059?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/3384108994029045059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=3384108994029045059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3384108994029045059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3384108994029045059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/06/50-kg-barely.html' title='50 kg (Barely)'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-9182033085596895135</id><published>2011-05-31T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T08:44:13.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solving the boredom problem.</title><content type='html'>Just beginning the seond day of the holidays, boredom has set in with its mighty hopelessness. Imagine, me setting my alarm for 7.30 a.m. and waking up at 7.15 a.m. just to experience boredom. I can't do much about it but I can record my boredom for an hour.You know so I&amp;nbsp;can spread this disease. The day is Tuesday 31 May 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.50&amp;nbsp;a.m.-Had noodles for breakfast. Started watching news highlights. Repeating every 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.15 a.m.-My parents&amp;nbsp;have left for work. Got the whole&amp;nbsp;place to myself. Problem: Do&amp;nbsp;you know how&amp;nbsp;big&amp;nbsp;a condomnium unit is?&amp;nbsp;Exactly. Now, I am watching campy 80's and 90's MTV videos. What were they thinking back then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.20 a.m.-"&lt;em&gt;Isn't it fascinating how mother nature works?&lt;/em&gt;" Not right now. So many channels. So little excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.25 a.m.-I'm not smarter than a 5th grader. That's just sad. I've been updating for 10 minutes. Maybe I should lay low for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.40 a.m.-Had the most boring shower. Realising that fact made me laugh so I felt less bored. That made me felt lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.45 a.m.-Justin Bieber just appeared out of no where. Everything is possible according to him. My brain needs to digest his words properly to avoid turning into a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.50 a.m.- "&lt;em&gt;So, which one of you girls want to make out with me?" &lt;/em&gt;That sentence blew me away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-9182033085596895135?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/9182033085596895135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=9182033085596895135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/9182033085596895135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/9182033085596895135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/05/solving-boredom-problem.html' title='Solving the boredom problem.'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-3044285682165580156</id><published>2011-05-30T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T22:45:20.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 May 2011</title><content type='html'>Let there be holidays. I've just completed my exams which is a good thing for obvious reasons. Personally, I didn't think I did my best. Probably because I didn't study properly. Maybe it's just my first foray into Year 10 exams. (yay! I used foray in a sentence). I set an aim for the holidays, an aim I might not achieve. I'm willing myself to understand Add Maths. Pray for my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I think I did a great job in completely ignoring the fact that this would be the first post since April-ish. There must be an explanation for the lack of activity surely. There was a phase which I, along with many of my friends, went through. So many started to blog so I followed suit. (another yay). It was all sweet and joyous because I blogged regularly and so did my friends. Sadly, 2010 came by. Don't get me wrong, 2010 was a great year, just not a great year for my blogging&amp;nbsp;life. I started leaving my blog then started again. Then I left it again. Then I started it again. This went on until the most recent&amp;nbsp;"ignoring of blog". I've decided to try and blog constantly again. There are many things happening now and blogging is&amp;nbsp;a way&amp;nbsp;of transmitting my thoughts and opinions&amp;nbsp;somewhere.&amp;nbsp;It's like therapy for me. It's like the song "Memories". This is the "crazy shit". Today is the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-3044285682165580156?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/3044285682165580156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=3044285682165580156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3044285682165580156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3044285682165580156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/05/30-may-2011.html' title='30 May 2011'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-3478628809797745373</id><published>2011-03-24T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T23:00:12.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Days</title><content type='html'>It's been 11 days since my last post. I couldn't help. The first term break&amp;nbsp; was an opportunity to sit back and relax. I've discovered things and stuff during those 11 days. If anyone would like to chat with me face-to-face then I'd tell you about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had my lake-run. Yet again, I've been disappointed. I don't believe that I'll ever qualify.The time-limit for Year 10s is 6 minutes. So, next year I have to run under 5 minutes 30 seconds. Logically, if I can't run under six then I won't be able to qualify next year too. I've had my chances. Well, there is still the cross-country and I aim to qualify in that event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan is improving. However, there is still the nuclear reactor and&amp;nbsp;radiation problems. We still pray and hope that the situation improves, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I realized on Thursday that I have no real hobbies. I had to go to each club and society to distribute forms for my Scouts Troop (which is awesome) and I got to see all the activities going on. There's the Band, Christian Fellowship, Dance, Table tennis, Athletics and so many more. I have neither ability or interest in any of those (except CF but I'm not ready for it&amp;nbsp;yet). My passions are football, which everyone should adore, and video games, which actually make you smarter. I don't see myself as a nerd or a geek in anything. I can't actually play football in a team because P.E lessons are different.&amp;nbsp;I could play during other times but footballers intimidate me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, anyone strong and active intimidates me. I know&amp;nbsp;that they are cool and awesome. Some are rather popular. I think I'm quite active.When I play any sports I play for fun. I don't really know how to explain it. They are stronger than me for starters. Does that make them better than me? I should think about it more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-3478628809797745373?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/3478628809797745373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=3478628809797745373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3478628809797745373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3478628809797745373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/03/11-days.html' title='11 Days'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-8712580142885583730</id><published>2011-03-13T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:43:03.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parties</title><content type='html'>My perfect party would have me being the best dressed person in the party with the rest looking like total idiots. In that party, nothing could ever go wrong. But who has&amp;nbsp;ever experienced the "perfect" party? &lt;br /&gt;Grace had a party yesterday. I was the third to arrive. I wore full-black with a red tie. Stylish. I thought that I was freaking awesome. Then, the others started to arrive. Then, Marcus came. You know, I was like&amp;nbsp;"Hey, it's my friend Marcus. Maybe I should say hello. Hmmm...something's strange. OH NO! HE IS WEARING THE SAME THING AS I AM." Yeah, so I wasn't pleasantly surprised. Apparently, he came up with the idea first. I'm too sure. The main point is that we look like twins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, more people arrived. People started talking and chatting. The place, Klafz, was rather nice. It's quite simple. Around 30 people came and 3 of that thirty wore the same thing. That's right. Another person had the same idea. Full-black with red tie. That is the weakest idea in dressing up. Now, there's the triplets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, the party started. There were balloons, nail-polish and music. It was fun. The food was good. There was mushroom soup with cheese, chicken chop, fried rice, pizza, mashed potatoes, fried egg, spaghetti and fruits. Nobody touched the fruits. For drinks we had fruit juice. All in all, everyone was well fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played some games. Two to be exact. The first was Truth or Dare. I don't really know why they called it that. Might as well called it Truth. That's not a nice name. Redza had to break dance. Shao Ming had to rap. Grace went to another restaurant and yell that it was her birthday. Someone had to carry the person in front of him and that person wasn't light. Hariz had to apply lipstick on a peron of his choice. He chose me. Well, the others chose me. I went to him, closed my eyes and Hariz had a fun time. As Marcus said,"It looks like some blind person applied lipstick." Ryan was cowering behind a chair. He was scared. (Not of me but of being picked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other game was less interesting. "Receive and Release". As in copy whatever someone does and then do your own action for someone else to copy. Confused? I was. We had cake. A really expensive and hard to make cake. There were layers and layers with chocolate cream and powder. It was really good. We took turns to take photos with Grace before getting the cake. We only had a small piece. It was a really tiny cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's the verdict? I had a great time. Recorded enough. Good food. Learned a lesson in fashion. It was a good party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. We're still praying for Japan. This is&amp;nbsp;my longest post. Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-8712580142885583730?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/8712580142885583730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=8712580142885583730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8712580142885583730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8712580142885583730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/03/parties.html' title='Parties'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-4110172181491441863</id><published>2011-03-11T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:00:10.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Disaster.</title><content type='html'>A 8.9 magnitude earthquake in Japan caused a tsunami to hit the north-eastern part of the country. So far, 5 people have been confirmed dead but there was massive destruction. Our thoughts are to the safety of the country and to everyone affected. Pray for Japan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-4110172181491441863?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/4110172181491441863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=4110172181491441863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4110172181491441863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4110172181491441863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/03/natural-disaster.html' title='Natural Disaster.'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-9052617577413543401</id><published>2011-03-10T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T22:15:18.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Discovery of Rings Around Uranus Day.</title><content type='html'>I'm glad that I am blogging more regularly now. Thanks for anyone who takes the time to read this. I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I have today? Nothing much. March 10 is the 69th day of the year. But really, does&amp;nbsp;that mean anything? Maybe it shows how awesome Wikipedia.org is. I've realized that there are two main groups of people that I do not get along well with: Stupid and Cocky. They are like twins. There really isn't any difference. One person can be BOTH stupid and cocky. Cocky. Cocky. Even the word "cocky" is stupid. We hate stupid and cocky people, don't we? Mr. Stupid makes our lives harder and Mr. Cocky makes hating people seem like a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really looking forward to the one week holidays. I need a break from the pressures of school. It's only March and I feel the burn already. I will wake up early and exercise during the holidays. I think it's going to be great. Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-9052617577413543401?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/9052617577413543401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=9052617577413543401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/9052617577413543401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/9052617577413543401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-discovery-of-rings-around-uranus.html' title='Happy Discovery of Rings Around Uranus Day.'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-2389783507344047421</id><published>2011-03-08T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:05:35.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy International Women's Day</title><content type='html'>It's International Women's Day today. How is this supposed to benefit me I don't really know but we appreciate all women everywhere on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out that not all teachers are as miserable as I seem to think. My Additional Maths teacher is very cool and mordern. He has an impressively active Facebook page. That's just amazing especially from a teacher. He is a movie fan and has lots of hobbies. I'm still not sure if I should add him. He seems awesome.You know, there's a&amp;nbsp;a strange relationship&amp;nbsp;between teachers and students. We're willing to freely communicate and be friends but somehow not all of us are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I need to bring forth a serious issue: Happy-Looking-Camwhores. I've really got no problems with camwhores. At least no serious issues. However, they really annoy me when they force themselves to look happy. With the teeth pooping out. With the eyes. Really!&amp;nbsp;.So as a potential solution let me introduce the first ever angry and grumpy camwhore picture. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-n30ceuBVlWI/TXYNTQUU03I/AAAAAAAAALo/XBpLzGLnoKk/s1600/IMG_0859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-n30ceuBVlWI/TXYNTQUU03I/AAAAAAAAALo/XBpLzGLnoKk/s320/IMG_0859.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice the anger.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-2389783507344047421?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/2389783507344047421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=2389783507344047421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/2389783507344047421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/2389783507344047421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-international-womens-day.html' title='Happy International Women&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-n30ceuBVlWI/TXYNTQUU03I/AAAAAAAAALo/XBpLzGLnoKk/s72-c/IMG_0859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-8299697573471726260</id><published>2011-03-07T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T17:48:03.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future...</title><content type='html'>From all that I have heard, seen and been told about, the future is not bright. It's like...hmm...like...a cave? You go in deeper and deeper and it will get darker. Eventually, you'll hit a dead end. Then what happens? Do you track back or just give up? Moral of the story: DO NOT GO INTO CAVES. There are&amp;nbsp;open skies and fresh air outside the cave. Why throw it all away by going into a dark place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just me giving my "readers" some advice. On life. Me. Giving advice. Not a really good combination of words. Anyway I use the term "readers" very loosely. I really don't have any. My mistake for focusing on my studies. However, looking out for myself did get me straight A's so...you get the point. Just realised how odd it is to use the word "you" if they aren't any readers. I may be losing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start blogging more frequently. So I really hope that I regain my viewership back. I am the sheperd herding the flock back after a wild night. This could be almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Hi Sarah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-8299697573471726260?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/8299697573471726260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=8299697573471726260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8299697573471726260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8299697573471726260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/03/future.html' title='The Future...'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-3597440702703261339</id><published>2011-02-14T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:27:42.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day.</title><content type='html'>Hello. My name is Evan Budianto and I am single. Even on Valentine's Day. Surprisingly, the festivities of love went by humbly. Like a donkey, minding its own business and not disturbing anyone.Like an Eyor. While some of you may Google the correct spelling of the lovable donkey, let me go on further. I forgot that today is actually Valentine's Day. Don't we all? Obviously the single may agree. Painfully agree. Unlike those kind of singles, I feel content with single-ness. There are&amp;nbsp;love and chocolates and then there are single people and more single people. That's just the way of the world. The couples are the"lucky" ones, depending on what's the meaning of &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that got me thinking is that the fairer sex are the ones receiving. At least most of them (there's a girl in my class who gave everyone chocolates. I don't think that means she's my Valentine. For the record I left my gift in class.) Yet, there are more girls in the world. What's the sense in that? The girls should be clamouring for the guys. Animal instincts is the word I think. Ego comes into it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the day like all Mondays : Sleepily. I got into class put my bags and R is there. Who's this R? He is a guy with a plan for Valentine's. I've known this for a week. Time went on until&amp;nbsp;about&amp;nbsp;10 minutes before assembly. He went to some place with S. For what? Valentine's gift giving. Yay. Things were constant today. The only thing that remains is my single-ity. I'm not prepared for intimate, romantic relationships. Yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-3597440702703261339?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/3597440702703261339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=3597440702703261339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3597440702703261339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3597440702703261339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-1991654490795971580</id><published>2010-12-27T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:50:03.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.</title><content type='html'>The year is coming to an end. Nothing much has changed, I realized. I am still more or less the same person. The way I go about things are unchanged. If someone didn't like me before they're unlikely to be my friends anytime soon. 2011 will be a new year. I will be in Year 10 and I will meet and get to know more people. Unlike myself, the people I know have changed a lot during the past year. Not necessarily a whole personality makeover but still. My routine throughout the year was about the same as last year. Wake up, School, go home, eat, sleep, wake up, homework and it continues till the weekends. Don't get me wrong. The year was awesome. I think I've improved myself in many ways but I can't put my finger on any of them. I hope next year would be better if you can even top "awesome". To anyone whom I know and is reading this, I'm sorry for any wrong or harm I may have done. I may have crossed the line on more than one occassions. I thank you all for bearing with me throughout this year. Happy New Year 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-1991654490795971580?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/1991654490795971580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=1991654490795971580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/1991654490795971580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/1991654490795971580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-3996691352370371505</id><published>2010-11-26T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T22:29:25.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars Don't Like Explaining Themselves.</title><content type='html'>10..20 p.m. Nothing much has happened. Just like the days before this day. I am alone during the mornings. All alone by myself. All the time in the world. I've ran out of plans in just the second week of the holidays. Wow. I absolutely need to get to know someone. So I'll actually have social contact. The best contact happens at school but I'll just have to wait until next year. What should I do? Maybe a new relationship could blossom next year. What if I want it now? It's fun getting to know someone because it's creative thinking at its best. We have to understand, remember, be funny, attract the other person in ways that we're not always used to. Sometimes it's like lyinng to yourself. So you are actually lying to them in a way. That is my theory of getting to know somebody. Just wow. The holiday blues. It is tearing me apart very slowly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-3996691352370371505?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/3996691352370371505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=3996691352370371505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3996691352370371505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3996691352370371505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/11/stars-dont-like-explaining-themselves.html' title='Stars Don&apos;t Like Explaining Themselves.'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-2113837106524682574</id><published>2010-10-25T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T17:56:00.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post PMR- NOT SO GOOD</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that it has been 19 days since my last post. Since then, lots of shit has happened. The main part of said shit is the death of PMR as far as I'm willing to bother. The other thing to seriously note is that post-PMR is not for everyone. It's boring, tedious, uneventful and just not my regular cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, come to think about it, post-PMR is just like my cup of tea. Sugarless. There's no spark. I'm struggling to be occupied in a constructive way. The things I keep myself occupied with in the long run can make the ordinary brain explode into pieces. Most of the things that I envisioned would happen, didn't. We now have too much free-time in school. I've never thought that I could say that. Anyway, since quite a few of my classmates are not going to school regularly now I'd just like to wish all of 3 Beta and other Form 3 students to have a great life. It's been an epic 3 years and we were in the journey together. Do keep in touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-2113837106524682574?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/2113837106524682574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=2113837106524682574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/2113837106524682574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/2113837106524682574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/10/post-pmr-not-so-good.html' title='Post PMR- NOT SO GOOD'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-6318816677557415798</id><published>2010-09-06T09:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T09:25:43.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9.05 a.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now, obviously I missed posting yesterday. So, to make up for it I'm posting twice today. Love me or hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching the U.S Tennis Open at New York. There's some good tennis being played. You know, I love most sports. Without sports, I would look like someone who could kill himself. But seriously, sports is always there. It will never go away. Unlike movies and series, which are on 24/7 but maybe not the ones you'd watch. My sport is football. Now, without football I &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; kill myself. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that I'm a Catholic and I go to Sunday School. No you do not. My class is planning a trip to a charitable foundation and I've been appointed as FINANCE MANAGER for this project. Just so you know, being a FINANCE MANAGER isn't easy business. A lot of planning is needed. So I need ideas, which don't grow on trees. But no worries, I'm not desperate. Yet. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-6318816677557415798?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/6318816677557415798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=6318816677557415798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/6318816677557415798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/6318816677557415798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/09/905-am.html' title='9.05 a.m.'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-5584408740981944809</id><published>2010-09-04T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:19:13.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You think you're cooler than me.</title><content type='html'>Ah, what's better than waking up early at 6 a.m. and taking a walk around the park at my condo, snapping my fingers just to hear the echoes. Then I head to the gym to jog on the treadmill. Things should be going well so far. I start-up the machine, and begin jogging. 1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes, 4 minutes , 5 minutes. Oops I have to pee. That's about 5 minutes. I started jogging again. 1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes....ERROR P 4. &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt;, my friends is the start of my Saturday. Which turned out to be a good day. Reminds me of a proverb. Don't judge a book with a boring cover by &lt;em&gt;its&lt;/em&gt; boring cover&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Who knows what's inside the book. Maybe a good story, erotic scenes, funny jokes, touching lines and another erotic scene. Trust me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-5584408740981944809?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/5584408740981944809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=5584408740981944809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5584408740981944809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5584408740981944809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-think-youre-cooler-than-me.html' title='You think you&apos;re cooler than me.'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-6251887846845162779</id><published>2010-09-03T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:58:43.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the boss?</title><content type='html'>Told you this isn't a monthly affair. I love it when I'm right. Which happens too often. Or too rarely depending on where your allegiances lie. Does it lay with me or that best-friend who has a blog which is dead? Oh, it &lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt; a tough one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trials are over. Only 1 month till the big one. Do you want to know what I'll be doing right after the exam? Sure you don't but I will anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I'll feel nothing just to act like a grown-up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The attempt fails completely and I'll start jumping up and down, giving away bear hugs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cry and feel pathetic afterwards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will probably shout out profanities for the fun of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a nap. Or sleep for 5 hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After that, I'll wake up and finally realised that nothing's changed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Depressing myself to sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start the next day like any other day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;There you go. The winners guide to coming to terms with the fact that 3 years of hard work is gone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-6251887846845162779?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/6251887846845162779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=6251887846845162779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/6251887846845162779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/6251887846845162779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/09/whos-boss.html' title='Who&apos;s the boss?'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-977613377778270500</id><published>2010-09-02T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T23:53:52.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...then it was months</title><content type='html'>This is NOT a monthly thing. I've just hit a rough patch in the enthusiasm department. It's not like I'm the only one to have hit this phase of every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogger's&lt;/span&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; is crawling like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;monster&lt;/span&gt; you just can't kill. If this was a horror movie, we'd be past the point of an erotic scene and the monster killed during climax. Yup, that's &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a more personal view, I'm actually supposed to be practising my Math. But I had this sudden urge to post something. Maybe it has got something to do with my state-of-mind. It may be a little screwed up. So bear with me for a couple of weeks. To anyone who may be reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-977613377778270500?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/977613377778270500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=977613377778270500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/977613377778270500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/977613377778270500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/09/then-it-was-months.html' title='...then it was months'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-4117014203907646469</id><published>2010-08-02T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T17:29:55.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back for ONLY the 3rd time (hint: sarcasm)</title><content type='html'>This is getting harder and harder. I don't know why I'm not able to express my thoughts. It's definitely there in my head. It's just stuck. Like it is now. I am blank. Maybe a bit of recounting. What happened recently? Well, someone couldn't see. He apparently got punched. Which is quite awkward because the punch wasn't anywhere the eyeballs. Maybe he just has awesome nerve receptors. Multi-functioning nerve receptors in overdrive. Other than that, the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cyrens"&lt;/span&gt; won Cheer. I wasn't there myself. I just...err..."heard"of it from very reliable sources. Next up, my brother is back here from the land of Canada. That's about the only thing interesting in my life. Maybe with some spiritual guidance and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;feng&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shui&lt;/span&gt; I can get back on track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-4117014203907646469?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/4117014203907646469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=4117014203907646469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4117014203907646469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4117014203907646469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-for-only-3rd-time-hint-sarcasm.html' title='Back for ONLY the 3rd time (hint: sarcasm)'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-7290832107046915696</id><published>2010-07-15T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:49:10.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE INTERNET IS AGAINST ME!</title><content type='html'>It seems every time time I want to update my Facebook, Formspring or my blog, I get side-tracked by those devilishly fun websites. Which obviously are against all humanity. But maybe this could be a heavenly sign. A sign that the internet REALLY is the devil. And I'm tempted everyday. Which sucks because all I want to do is have a healthy cyber-social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Why am I even posting in the first person? All my readers are probably gone anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-7290832107046915696?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/7290832107046915696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=7290832107046915696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7290832107046915696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7290832107046915696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/07/internet-is-against-me.html' title='THE INTERNET IS AGAINST ME!'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-4521406788821397606</id><published>2010-06-30T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:41:55.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAYUM evan. =_=</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Still high?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-4521406788821397606?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/4521406788821397606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=4521406788821397606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4521406788821397606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4521406788821397606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/06/dayum-evan.html' title='DAYUM evan. =_='/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-8451941163813771118</id><published>2010-06-30T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:41:44.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, this is sarah leow. just reminding you that i exist. :) HAHAHA. yes, i'm queer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Thanks for the reminder. I almost completely forgot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-8451941163813771118?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/8451941163813771118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=8451941163813771118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8451941163813771118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8451941163813771118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey-this-is-sarah-leow-just-reminding.html' title='hey, this is sarah leow. just reminding you that i exist. :) HAHAHA. yes, i&amp;#39;m queer.'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-4560524162945283684</id><published>2010-06-30T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:40:05.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SPAM IS IN A CAN. I LIKE SPAM MEANT. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Are you high? Maybe confused.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-4560524162945283684?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/4560524162945283684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=4560524162945283684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4560524162945283684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4560524162945283684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/06/spam-is-in-can-i-like-spam-meant-d.html' title='THE SPAM IS IN A CAN. I LIKE SPAM MEANT. :D'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-5461805942328259666</id><published>2010-06-30T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:38:55.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think you're boring??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;No.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-5461805942328259666?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/5461805942328259666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=5461805942328259666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5461805942328259666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5461805942328259666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-you-think-you-boring.html' title='Do you think you&amp;#39;re boring??'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-6862006503038849738</id><published>2010-06-30T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:38:44.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how cold is Canada?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Imagine you are an ice-cream. You are already cold. But where do ice -creams live in? The live in the freezer. So I'd say quite cold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-6862006503038849738?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/6862006503038849738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=6862006503038849738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/6862006503038849738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/6862006503038849738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-cold-is-canada.html' title='how cold is Canada?'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-2950672652151465156</id><published>2010-06-18T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:21:58.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Boo-hoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-2950672652151465156?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/2950672652151465156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=2950672652151465156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/2950672652151465156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/2950672652151465156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-bored.html' title='I&amp;#39;m bored..'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-5753597254054561705</id><published>2010-06-18T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:21:19.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO EVAN. I SEE YOU SPAMMED MY FROMSPRING. WELL HERE I AM. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Where's the spam?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-5753597254054561705?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/5753597254054561705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=5753597254054561705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5753597254054561705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5753597254054561705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-evan-i-see-you-spammed-my.html' title='HELLO EVAN. I SEE YOU SPAMMED MY FROMSPRING. WELL HERE I AM. :D'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-3658418793489213880</id><published>2010-06-18T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:20:35.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Sorry, can't help you there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-3658418793489213880?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/3658418793489213880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=3658418793489213880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3658418793489213880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3658418793489213880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-still-bored.html' title='i&amp;#39;m still bored'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-7421355537158778944</id><published>2010-06-16T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T13:09:45.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Block</title><content type='html'>I have no ideas. Especially since it's the holidays and this is the first proper post in a long, long time. Apparently there's an earthquake ocurring at the time of posting. Somewhere. But I'm sure you already know that. Phantom readers. I'm quite sure I've lost many important readers. I'll make it up to you in some way. 'til next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. 4 earthquakes within one hour in eastern Indonesia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-7421355537158778944?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/7421355537158778944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=7421355537158778944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7421355537158778944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7421355537158778944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/06/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s Block'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-8226901120231554154</id><published>2010-06-14T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:25:30.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i overfed your fish....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Haunting of the Overfed Fish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-8226901120231554154?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/8226901120231554154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=8226901120231554154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8226901120231554154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8226901120231554154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-overfed-your-fish.html' title='i overfed your fish....'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-7744921606054077133</id><published>2010-06-01T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T18:02:52.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey evan..i've had the biggest crush on you for awhile!  i don't go on here a lot but message me on www.alertsingle.com under the username "wishfulthinker".</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;This could be a virus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-7744921606054077133?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/7744921606054077133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=7744921606054077133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7744921606054077133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7744921606054077133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey-evani-had-biggest-crush-on-you-for.html' title='hey evan..i&amp;#39;ve had the biggest crush on you for awhile!  i don&amp;#39;t go on here a lot but message me on www.alertsingle.com under the username &amp;quot;wishfulthinker&amp;quot;.'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-8313153877280431674</id><published>2010-06-01T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T18:02:19.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who are your closest friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;My thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-8313153877280431674?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/8313153877280431674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=8313153877280431674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8313153877280431674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8313153877280431674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-are-your-closest-friends.html' title='who are your closest friends?'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-7075687654644263140</id><published>2010-05-17T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:21:35.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont know. maybe. do you feel poetic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I'm poetic in a very strange way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-7075687654644263140?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/7075687654644263140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=7075687654644263140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7075687654644263140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7075687654644263140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-know-maybe-do-you-feel-poetic.html' title='i dont know. maybe. do you feel poetic?'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-5539183894335156074</id><published>2010-05-17T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T17:27:31.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you sound poetic. are you poetic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Only if random sentences are poetic. Are they poetic?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-5539183894335156074?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/5539183894335156074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=5539183894335156074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5539183894335156074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5539183894335156074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-sound-poetic-are-you-poetic.html' title='you sound poetic. are you poetic?'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-9095208331785669251</id><published>2010-05-13T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:30:21.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why are you so inactive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I'm active in the mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-9095208331785669251?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/9095208331785669251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=9095208331785669251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/9095208331785669251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/9095208331785669251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-are-you-so-inactive.html' title='why are you so inactive?'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-7992863177888204217</id><published>2010-05-13T00:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:29:49.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know they have this new mango peach mcflurry? wanna go try sometime? :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Only if I know you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-7992863177888204217?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/7992863177888204217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=7992863177888204217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7992863177888204217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7992863177888204217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-know-they-have-this-new-mango-peach.html' title='You know they have this new mango peach mcflurry? wanna go try sometime? :D'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-5634222757870691374</id><published>2010-05-13T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:29:17.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVANN! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;ANONYMOUS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-5634222757870691374?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/5634222757870691374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=5634222757870691374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5634222757870691374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5634222757870691374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/05/evann-d.html' title='EVANN! :D'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-7448999199908140795</id><published>2010-05-13T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:29:07.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POKEMON. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Wassup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I don think I should say anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-7448999199908140795?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/7448999199908140795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=7448999199908140795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7448999199908140795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7448999199908140795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/05/pokemon-mwahahahahaha-wassup.html' title='POKEMON. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Wassup.'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-1875468938363496051</id><published>2010-05-13T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:28:30.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no i think IT'S a spicy chili. what resembles a spicy chili?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Chilli sauce.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-1875468938363496051?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/1875468938363496051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=1875468938363496051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/1875468938363496051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/1875468938363496051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-i-think-it-spicy-chili-what.html' title='no i think IT&amp;#39;S a spicy chili. what resembles a spicy chili?'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-7944490745654376829</id><published>2010-05-05T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:53:54.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/evan123apple&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-7944490745654376829?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/7944490745654376829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=7944490745654376829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7944490745654376829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7944490745654376829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/05/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-8585243834185699365</id><published>2010-05-05T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:53:03.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow. you know that i asked that lifeless question. didnt you eat a chili the other day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;No I ate something which resembled a spicy chilli.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-8585243834185699365?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/8585243834185699365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=8585243834185699365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8585243834185699365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8585243834185699365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/05/wow-you-know-that-i-asked-that-lifeless.html' title='wow. you know that i asked that lifeless question. didnt you eat a chili the other day?'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-4774218922711675150</id><published>2010-05-04T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:40:16.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why LOVE Does Not Work. (First post in a long time)</title><content type='html'>There are too many things which are close to love but few exactly like it. So everyone thinks love is all around. I think the word infatuation fits better. You know why? Because infatuation does not last forever. Like a few relationships I know.  Not all off them will last. No happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN REASONS WHY LOVE DOES NOT LAST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;SELFISHNESS&lt;/span&gt;- No one is willing to give their all to someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;-  Everyone gets bored with time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HURT&lt;/span&gt;- Someone will hurt and be hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;STUPIDITY&lt;/span&gt;- Mistakes cost us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MISUNDERSTANDING&lt;/span&gt;- No one ever understands us fully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRUTH&lt;/strong&gt;- Everybody lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TEMPTATION&lt;/span&gt;- We are human after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;DISTANCE&lt;/span&gt;- It keeps us apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OPINIONS&lt;/span&gt;- Nobody totally agrees with everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SADNESS&lt;/span&gt;- Makes us lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-4774218922711675150?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/4774218922711675150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=4774218922711675150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4774218922711675150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4774218922711675150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-love-does-not-work-first-post-in.html' title='Why LOVE Does Not Work. (First post in a long time)'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-755800861853119930</id><published>2010-05-04T17:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:02:34.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you like oreo mcflurry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-755800861853119930?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/755800861853119930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=755800861853119930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/755800861853119930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/755800861853119930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-like-oreo-mcflurry.html' title='do you like oreo mcflurry?'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-8977123307363219461</id><published>2010-05-04T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:02:21.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So...is everything ok in your life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I won't complain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-8977123307363219461?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/8977123307363219461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=8977123307363219461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8977123307363219461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8977123307363219461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/05/sois-everything-ok-in-your-life.html' title='So...is everything ok in your life?'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-7458555835997855603</id><published>2010-05-04T17:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:02:07.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you ever going to not be lifeless?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;What lifeless? Is this Najwa? I'm not lifeless. You are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-7458555835997855603?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/7458555835997855603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=7458555835997855603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7458555835997855603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7458555835997855603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/05/are-you-ever-going-to-not-be-lifeless.html' title='are you ever going to not be lifeless?'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-9118668707211749723</id><published>2010-05-04T17:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:01:27.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are your hormones raging?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Yes. They are wild.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-9118668707211749723?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/9118668707211749723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=9118668707211749723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/9118668707211749723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/9118668707211749723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/05/are-your-hormones-raging.html' title='are your hormones raging?'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-3650150481550575630</id><published>2010-04-28T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:45:23.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does love suck?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Because no one loves us...romantically and sexually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-3650150481550575630?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/3650150481550575630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=3650150481550575630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3650150481550575630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3650150481550575630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-does-love-suck.html' title='Why does love suck?'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-952421065738664010</id><published>2010-04-28T18:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:44:55.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why apple?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Accident and frustration. And i like apples.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-952421065738664010?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/952421065738664010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=952421065738664010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/952421065738664010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/952421065738664010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-apple.html' title='why apple?'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-7493032547517335682</id><published>2010-04-28T18:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:44:27.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's one food you'll never eat again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Cucumbers and rabbit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-7493032547517335682?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/7493032547517335682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=7493032547517335682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7493032547517335682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7493032547517335682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-one-food-you-never-eat-again.html' title='What&amp;#39;s one food you&amp;#39;ll never eat again?'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-26887482072229058</id><published>2010-04-28T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:44:03.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would your perfect day look like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Football, games, friends, movies, talk, food and night-time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-26887482072229058?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/26887482072229058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=26887482072229058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/26887482072229058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/26887482072229058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-would-your-perfect-day-look-like.html' title='What would your perfect day look like?'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-8164360359487225092</id><published>2010-04-23T04:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T04:14:03.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Screw around &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/evan123apple" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/evan123apple&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-8164360359487225092?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/8164360359487225092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=8164360359487225092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8164360359487225092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8164360359487225092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/04/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-7048311181998281587</id><published>2010-04-11T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:14:30.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Hate Horror Movies. Plus Post-Cross-Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was raining. The rain drops were his only friends as it was eerily silent. No one knows he's even there. Not a soul. Suddenly, a sound. In the distance. It's getting louder by the seconds passing. Worried, but somewhat relieved by the ever-growing sound. Someone alive is actually around . Wait a minute, he thought to himself. The sound is repeating over and over. Almost like a laugh. Curious, he gets closer to the source. He was right. Someone's laughing. There he is right in front of him. Giggling like a boy with box-like pants. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spongebob Squarepants.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why can't horror movies be more like what I typed? Nothing too much. Just a chilly atmosphere. A happy ending. Obviously we'll be happy if Spongebob's around. But if someone actually read this and made it into a movie Spongebob would be a maniac with a chainsaw. Or a gun. "He" would be killed by a laughing Spongebob. Anyone watching would go home with crap in their pants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458913261458740594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/S8H0sFDq1XI/AAAAAAAAALE/d8bQGBuUcj0/s320/Spongebob+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I never liked horror movies. Why? Because they freak me out. Don't they freak everyone out? I won't be able to sleep if I just watched a horror movie. For example, the latest one I watched. Paranromal Activity. I watched it with some friends. That didn't freak me out. It freaked everyone who wanted to watch it. Idiots. But then I started getting paranoid. Oh no, what if there's something at home? I stayed up late that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before Paranormal Acticity, I vowed never to watch horror. What's so interesting about horror? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe in some movies they have something sexual. I don't know what they are trying to say. Sex kills? Maybe a hot person wanting to screw you probably wants to kill you too. Or having sex at the wrong place and the wrong time you are going to be killed .Then there's the gore, violence and blood. They are disgusting and make me hungry. The only horror movie I liked is Saw. The evil guy is awesome.&lt;/div&gt;Sunday/Monday 12.14 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Post Cross-Country. I was 2 minutes late. Happy though. I actually jogged most of the course. Wasn't possible two years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-7048311181998281587?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/7048311181998281587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=7048311181998281587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7048311181998281587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7048311181998281587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-i-hate-horror-movies-plus-post.html' title='Why I Hate Horror Movies. Plus Post-Cross-Country'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/S8H0sFDq1XI/AAAAAAAAALE/d8bQGBuUcj0/s72-c/Spongebob+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-8850088214084527377</id><published>2010-03-30T23:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T01:17:28.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1:10 a.m. Wednesday 31 March 2010'/><title type='text'>Soon Was NOT Soon Enough</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lie. I wasn't REALLY going to post then. But hey, you still read my blog right? Guys? Right? Anyway, currently there could be two more people vying for each other's affection. Guess who? I totally have no problems with that. But someone needs to make a move before I say a swear word under my breath..........too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next paragraph. As I'm sure all of you know I do not like Taylor Swift. She lost my interest after Love Story was played over and over and over again. Then there's Justin Bieber. Meh. I "kind of" like him, but the fact I'm nearly as old as him doesn't help. Maybe I don't have a voice comparable to his. I'm sure he got lucky some where, some time to have such a voice. Maybe he helped an old woman cross the street or gave some money to the poor and God thought,"Oh Justin, you're such a good boy. For that, I won't let puberty disrupt your voice and maybe make it a little higher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start wondering why life is not fair, I'll get to my point. Miss Swift sang the song "Fifteen" and it was something like this...(imagine me singing it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause when you’re fifteen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And somebody tells you they love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re gonna believe them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you’re fifteen and your first kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makes your head spin ’round but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In your life you’ll do things greater than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dating the boy on the football team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I didn’t know it at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fifteen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How about that? Me singing the song. So Taylor Swift was fifteen once, you know. I've got nothing to say. Anyway, Justin on the other hand has hits like, "One Time", "Baby" and "One Less Lonely Girl". You may think Miss Swift had a foresight to the future of Justin. Fifteen is totally for him. (Although he just turned 16). But then again Taylor Swift wasn't world famous at 15 and maybe she had a vision of 15 year old Justin with all of the fame and girl fans. Then she's been plotting the song to mess around with his head. She could be jealous. Or a sore loser. Or it could be a MASSIVE coincidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To a more sombre topic, one of the bigger Justin fan, April Phann aka April Bieber, was invovled in an accident just two days ago. She was pronounced dead on the scene. Everyone wants Justin to dedicate a song to her. It's all at this link &lt;a href="http://www.popeater.com/2010/03/30/april-bieber-justin-bieber/"&gt;http://www.popeater.com/2010/03/30/april-bieber-justin-bieber/&lt;/a&gt;. And at the comments section there WAS this complete and total evil, stupid and mindless cunt. His name is Markvacc1 and he could be racist. I think the site deleted his comment. Something about not looking both ways and calling her stupid. Absolute disgrace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-8850088214084527377?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/8850088214084527377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=8850088214084527377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8850088214084527377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8850088214084527377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/03/soon-was-not-soon-enough.html' title='Soon Was NOT Soon Enough'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-2224038642480355183</id><published>2010-03-17T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:39:17.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently...</title><content type='html'>More than 2 people are trying to win more than 2 persons' affection. Do I want to know more than that? Only if I could help them. Oh well, maybe in another life. Or should I actually help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing on my mind. I've decided that I'm not ready to go out hunting for my special someone. Not if I need to change. Thing is I'm comfy with the way I am. I feel that I have meet beautiful, kind and good people. I just want nature to run its course. And nature is not ready for me. Especially physically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-2224038642480355183?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/2224038642480355183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=2224038642480355183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/2224038642480355183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/2224038642480355183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/03/currently.html' title='Currently...'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-8039318728882005428</id><published>2010-03-16T11:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T11:49:18.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Do you think people like you? Strangers? Maybe friends? Do you know what they think of you? Your special someone? Your crush? We don't know. Or should we know? If we knew who they really are, would they be different? Sometimes I think if anyone hates me. I doubt that anyone do but I just wonder how the people I'm close with feel about me. A friend maybe. Would we remember each other forever or forget eventually? We all keep our thoughts to ourselves. We hate people who speak out their thoughts. We would be alone if everyone don't keep quiet because everyone is different. If we knew what everyone is thinking we would all be silent. And we won't be strangers. But we don't keep quiet.We talk and listen. Is that human nature? Talking and listening. Trying to find out who people really are. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-8039318728882005428?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/8039318728882005428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=8039318728882005428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8039318728882005428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8039318728882005428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/03/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-3628944485831370493</id><published>2010-02-24T18:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:02:43.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2nd Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I was FINALLY able to change my template. It looks nice and neat. Do you like it? Then again you may NOT like it so better keep your opinion to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I begin my first post through my new template, I just realized that I don't have anything to post about. I think I'll just bring my friend here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441755333335425746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/S4T_pN4LotI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4IfMl_dwRSM/s320/horny-professor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well hello there! It's very nice to meet you. My name is Prof. Hoerny Macmillun. As you can see with my spectacles on, I am especially smarter compared to any of those so-called 'GENIUSES". I'm talking about Albert Einstein and Sir Isaac Newton. If we were born in the same year, I would probably have outwitted them with my...wit. Stop rolling your eyes, they may fall off and hurt you. Then me and my students will be the ones laughing. Mua........ha-ha."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now because my smart mind is controlling you to examine me more closely, you may notice a bulge in my pants. No...that's not an erection. That ...er...is how I control your mind. Stop staring at the bulge.It will only grow bigger. As you can see there is a rather...hot...student in my class. No, I'm not talking about the boy in front of me. He seems to only like girls. I'm talking about the fine girl biting her nails in awe and infatuation of my mental prowess. Stop saying that she's afraid of my ever growing bulge. Seriously, it will just knock you out."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OWWWWWW! The scrawny boy just smacked my erection with his test paper. Now it will explode! OH someone please help pull my pants down. Hey,where are you going?! Don't leave me and this...this THING alone! I think I...I...I........jizzed in my pants."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-3628944485831370493?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/3628944485831370493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=3628944485831370493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3628944485831370493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3628944485831370493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/02/2nd-wednesday.html' title='The 2nd Wednesday'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/S4T_pN4LotI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4IfMl_dwRSM/s72-c/horny-professor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-5042079395541243073</id><published>2010-02-18T16:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:48:32.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magical World of GOOGLE</title><content type='html'>First thing's first. A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to anyone reading. But on a more interesting note let's talk about &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's a nice day and all but it also marks the anniversary of my failed attempt at getting a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I think she (expecting someone else?)thought I was weird or creepy. Now I'd like to think that I sent a ray of magnificent sunshine to her nerves,giving her a delightful orgasm but that would be for another day. Well it's her lost cause we actually could have had something on but she could be better off. I'm pretty sure she sent me a secret letter. So if you are reading this, I'm not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on a creepier note, how about that amazing invention which changed the Internet years ahead of its time. No, I'm not thinking of &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;porn videos&lt;/span&gt;.(read:That's a close second). &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;, our world leader in everything related to the internet, which is pretty much everything there is. How could have the founder thought of an idea like that? Maybe he thought he could trick the world into searching random stuff that redefines the word &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt; I can search anything I want on &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; , from &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;funny &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;hilarous&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;depressing&lt;/span&gt;. From &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;erotic&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;exciting&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;. You name it, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; finds it. It helped me to be happy. Not that I need help to avoid the bastards who ruin my life and screws with me. Seriously, no. Not kidding. Do you actually like my blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-5042079395541243073?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/5042079395541243073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=5042079395541243073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5042079395541243073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5042079395541243073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/02/magical-world-of-google.html' title='The Magical World of GOOGLE'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-4081874819773478397</id><published>2010-02-10T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:06:23.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thur...wait it's WEDNESDAY! What?</title><content type='html'>Maybe I've spoken to God before, face to face, one on one. When they say he has plans for everyone, I'm sure he planned this post. My impending doom. Or diarrhea. Oh no. I know he has plans for me just because I was born. But what plans?And How? Was it like a lucky draw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Contestant 123456789123456789, would you step right up&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Awesome! Can I pick whatever I want?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Whatever you want. Let's begin!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I think I got a good one!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"It says you will be a good person. A good person you shall be!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"I got another one!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It says you will get a laptop 2 days after the 52nd independence day of a certain country. Oh, it's on a Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ah. GOD. What would we ever do without you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-4081874819773478397?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/4081874819773478397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=4081874819773478397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4081874819773478397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4081874819773478397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/02/thurwait-its-wednesday-what.html' title='Thur...wait it&apos;s WEDNESDAY! What?'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-8435220373790738851</id><published>2010-02-04T17:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:08:44.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The other day...</title><content type='html'>I'm sure this is going to be a weekly thing. Just so I can think up things to put in my blog. The other thing I'm sure of is that not only people I know are reading this blog. Strangers/Would-be friends are also reading what I'm typing. As in right...&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So my weekly roundup. On &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; there was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;52nd annual Grammy Awards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was great. There were performances by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lady &lt;/span&gt;Gaga&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Green Day&lt;/strong&gt; with a choir, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Black Eyed Peas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt; and more. Oh and the "&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pants on the Ground&lt;/span&gt;" guy was there too. Not &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt; the hall but on the red carpet. Which is still amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem I had with the whole show: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Yup, I'm awaiting the gasps of surprise but I'd bet that I'm not the only one. Now before you start getting on my nerves, I have my reasons. I think I said how "&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Fifteen&lt;/span&gt;" was playing when I was really, really angry and that didn't help me at all. I'm quite confident if I actually meet her, she should be a nice person. But then the sky would fall down and hurt many people. Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason: Most of her songs are about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;which really annoying since I can count 4 songs. "&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teardrops on my Guitar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You Belong with Me&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Fifteen&lt;/span&gt;". Before I continue there's this: "&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;People who hate &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; should go die, get some taste, and appreciate her exponential amount of impressive skill and talent.&lt;/span&gt;" by a Stevie Williams. What a freaking cunt. Aren't I entitled to my opinion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hmmm. She looks like a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and an &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;old lady&lt;/span&gt;. Ooops. That's just mean even by my standards. I have a link to an article regarding the hate against &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;. Who won 4 awards including Album of the Year against Lady Gaga, Beyonce and The Black Eyed Peas. I'm sorry if I broke your bubble about how everyone loves Taylor Swift. Many more hate her and many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;who think she can't sing. I just find her annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1631150/20100203/swift__taylor.jhtml"&gt;http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1631150/20100203/swift__taylor.jhtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434321825655979634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/S2qW6H1gfnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lsgrP2Mbvvw/s320/taylorswift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                              &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm still happy that &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kings of Leon&lt;/span&gt; won a few awards for "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Use Somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". That was a nice song. So see you guys next week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-8435220373790738851?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/8435220373790738851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=8435220373790738851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8435220373790738851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8435220373790738851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/02/other-day.html' title='The other day...'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/S2qW6H1gfnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lsgrP2Mbvvw/s72-c/taylorswift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-2355860590570391091</id><published>2010-01-28T17:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:05:54.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>I think I can describe myself in words: Ordinary waiting for amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough. Actually who cares but me. Oh, yes I forgot. You do care after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was yesterday and I didn't use the internet for the first time I can remember. I slept for 6 hours since 5 p.m just to be able to watch a football match. There I HAVE SAID IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think many people know this but I LOVE football. Come to think of it the only stranger who knows is a Thai cab driver. That's still weird though. I wasted hours playing football games, watching matches and surfing the net for football. Not just "Cut it down" levels. I've been wasting time on "No life" levels. And I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about me. Now it's about you. How are you feeling today? Good. Because I have to make fun of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad auditions for American Idol. I genuinely feel that they think they can sing.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to break it but singing is not HUMILIATING yourselves on T.V.&lt;br /&gt;When the world ends and breaking our eardrums is considered a compliment I....argh forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431729019315624130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/S2Fgw7h9GMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wBf-ohmH7js/s320/american+idol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                           &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;F*ck you! I should have been the next Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That's a rap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-2355860590570391091?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/2355860590570391091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=2355860590570391091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/2355860590570391091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/2355860590570391091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/01/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/S2Fgw7h9GMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wBf-ohmH7js/s72-c/american+idol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-1044019711131231010</id><published>2010-01-21T21:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:54:57.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusually good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WOW! Three posts in three days. This is turning into a hobby. Soon an obsession. Okay, so today is Thursday. We had sports practice and felt sleepy for the rest of the day. Not helped by the fact we had 3 double periods. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually, I felt happy today. The bad thing with being happy is that you can't work your brain properly. Like a computer with anti-virus without the spyware. Maybe that's a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you think you've changed? In any way for the past year? I think I have. I don't know how though. I feel as if I'm ...different. All for the positives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know this could be a random question but just wondering: What's your favourite tv show? Tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-1044019711131231010?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/1044019711131231010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=1044019711131231010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/1044019711131231010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/1044019711131231010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/01/unusually-good.html' title='Unusually good...'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-8401794801159018245</id><published>2010-01-20T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:12:18.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday...</title><content type='html'>Two things  that confused me today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Being told I was rude...when I didn't do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)First time my name was written for doing something "wrong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough with what I don't like. Today was another...good day. Not close enough to awesome.&lt;br /&gt;School's sports practice cancelled today and postponed tomorrow. Thing number 1 happened soon after. Break. Then I drew a rabbit. Forgettable Geo lesson, next: Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah lesson. Then number 2 happened. After that, the climax of the day. Class decorations. Lots of fun. Talking. Teasing. Great time. I think something was wrong though. Just can't point out exactly what was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that bugged me throughout the two periods and 'till now. What did I do that makes people I know treat me the way they do? Did I do something great? Funny? Strange? Disturbing? I'm sure I've changed three times in three years. Can someone please tell me how I have affected them? In any way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Updating my facebook. The first time ever I think. I had an account since last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-8401794801159018245?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/8401794801159018245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=8401794801159018245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8401794801159018245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8401794801159018245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/01/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday...'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-5845615197335835231</id><published>2010-01-18T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:23:41.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Dictionary We All Need</title><content type='html'>Have you been struggling to keep up with the latest slangs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like you're lame or boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to understand everyone but yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find that you're laughing with your parents 1 time too often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's spice up your language a little. I present you &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;THE URBAN DICTIONARY&lt;/span&gt;. It's got all the words, phrases and slangs you need to be &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; person to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hey, BOB! I need your help&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What's the problem? Are you having a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'mid-day crisis&lt;/span&gt;'?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What? No, I don't even know what that means&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Vacation amnesia&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;YouTube loop&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Jingle Bowels&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Immaculate Congestion&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You're really confusing me. Stop!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be mad. I can give you a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;booty text&lt;/span&gt;. Or I could drop a &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;photo bomb&lt;/span&gt; anytime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You're really freaking me out&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's with the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c*ck block&lt;/span&gt; man. The ladies are watching. Don't throw a &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;mantrum&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;punches&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;punches&gt;(Punches him in the face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So if you want your everyday conversations to be just like the one above click the following link...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/"&gt;http://www.urbandictionary.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and all your problems will be solved. Don't hesitate, the world doesn't wait. Click and you will be introduced to a whole new dictionary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-5845615197335835231?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/5845615197335835231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=5845615197335835231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5845615197335835231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5845615197335835231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/01/dictionary-we-all-need.html' title='THE Dictionary We All Need'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-9216851061292634850</id><published>2010-01-16T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:11:30.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first...of Many AWESOME Days.</title><content type='html'>My first sleepover. Ah, I'll always remember that. Friday was &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So much fun. First, me, Marcus, Ryan, Jin Shen, Aaron, Zen Han, Su Min, Grace went to Sunway. Oh yea Puan Asmawati followed us too. We watched Avatar and I had a large popcorn for myself-couldn't finish it in the end. It was still one of the best movies I've ever seen even if it's the 2nd time. Started at &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.55 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ended at &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.30 pm.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the arcade after a merry trip to the toilets. I played Para Para Paradise, the funny hand movement-dance game. I think I looked weird. Watched them play DDR. Marcus got bored so I followed him to play archery. Horrible. Couldn't hit the targets properly. Then after the first 15 arrows my arms couldn't handle it. It's like they gave up. I was embarassed. Simple as that. Grace,Aaron and Zen Han left after the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The places we went after that-Baskin Robins, Asian Avenue, Shops down there, Giant, Ryan's Nose Bleed, Bouncy Ball machine, MPH. I think so. After that we ate at Bubba Gump's. Freakin' expensive. The people there were friendly though...and alert. The five of us then just...talked. Chit-Chat. Gossip. Likes/Dislikes. People. My first bonding session with Su Min. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after we went to the arcade next to the ice-rink. We played the basketball game. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Su Min home &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.30 pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jin Shen's house. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.45 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cleaned up then played some games. Then it got too boring. And when things get boring I become weird. You don't want that to happen. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;12 midnight&lt;/span&gt; and Ryan fell asleep. I was asleep for 5 minutes then woke up again. Then we had a guy talk. Discussed our problems. Another bonding session. We listened to sad songs. Then slept. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;AN AWESOME DAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;P.s.-&lt;/span&gt;just went home at &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-9216851061292634850?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/9216851061292634850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=9216851061292634850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/9216851061292634850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/9216851061292634850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/01/firstof-many-awesome-days.html' title='The first...of Many AWESOME Days.'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-9141160932941382101</id><published>2010-01-13T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:15:17.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010-Here We Go Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, the New Year's come and gone along with Christmas and 2009. 2010. The new decade. What's in store for me? For us? Obviously change but mostly crap and bullshit. I could go from saying "I'm ready" to "To hell with that" in a jiffy. That's why I don't record my resolutions. I'll keep them stored in my oh, so reliable head and make them up as we go through this year, barely making it to next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I've said before that life is like movies. They're so much alike that I tend to get confused. But that's for another time. Every year is like a movie with the title "Something Bad is Going to Happen...". You may watch it over and over but you know that something bad WILL happen. And that's not fun. It's all too predictable. You know you get good and bad but not the form. So far, 2010 is still the opening 10 minutes when everything is getting introduced. Watch what happens at the plot-twist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I'm improving in most ways. I stutter less. More confidence. More witty or lame remarks depending on how you look at me. So WATCH OUT WORLD. Someone's gonna get you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.s. It's been a month since my last post. Will try to be more active. Ta-ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-9141160932941382101?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/9141160932941382101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=9141160932941382101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/9141160932941382101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/9141160932941382101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-here-we-go-again.html' title='2010-Here We Go Again'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-5490352811125864569</id><published>2009-12-06T23:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:09:28.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with talking Chihuahuas?</title><content type='html'>I don't really know the reason behind me doing this but I guess I need to spice up my blog. It is starting to be dull and familiar. My first step: Movies. No, I'm not talking about THAT movie involving a certain pale vampire with a certain distressed woman in a very depressing relationship with the added bonus of werewolves. I'm talking about "Beverly Hills Chihuahua"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412159242234561746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SxvaJ-09BNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gaK9y_0ZE4c/s200/200px-Beverly_hills_chihuahua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Again, I don't remember why I was watching this in the first place. All I know is romantic comedy+Sci-fi=this movie. First few minutes I was hooked. Maybe because of the dogs. To summarise, a rich woman has a pampered female chihuahua in Beverly Hills and leaves it under the care of her niece. The niece decides to travel to Mexico and the dog gets lost. A few evil men tries to kidnap it. Back home her love interest Papi gets worried. The chihuahua manages to get home with the help of the local dogs. A happy ending.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think it is a solid movie and a typical Disney production. A typical Disney movie has:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both sexes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A love relationhsip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moral values&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A main character who faces troubles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A happy ending.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheesy and corny elements.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This movie has a lot. Talking, sentimental dogs, some action, good story and cheesy humour. It's good for a one-time thing but not much I haven't seen yet. So in my very first movie review, I give it a&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SxvkmpCqsoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeRzq1iOfIc/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412170729718985346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SxvkmpCqsoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeRzq1iOfIc/s200/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-5490352811125864569?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/5490352811125864569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=5490352811125864569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5490352811125864569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5490352811125864569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-with-talking-chihuahuas.html' title='What&apos;s with talking Chihuahuas?'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SxvaJ-09BNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gaK9y_0ZE4c/s72-c/200px-Beverly_hills_chihuahua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-8487084118218822020</id><published>2009-12-04T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:10:05.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies...</title><content type='html'>Holidays are starting to get on my nerves. I am waking up at 11 everyday and eating breakfast at 12. The alarm hates me. I need stuff to do. Any suggestions? Oh I really need a haircut. I haven't had one since...October. Since I'm running out of things to type, let me type nonsense. How many of you know what a wet dream is? All of you? Figure it out yoursleves. Don't bother to call me, my phone is always in silent mode. I googled "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to be happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and 165 million searches...AND don't ask me why I googled that. I think that's enough nonsense for a day, don't you agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-8487084118218822020?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/8487084118218822020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=8487084118218822020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8487084118218822020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8487084118218822020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies...'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-1739851969524735979</id><published>2009-11-25T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:23:27.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Week...</title><content type='html'>I'd just assume that someone is reading my blog. Please. Holidays are amazing mainly because I wake up alone, eat alone and do things alone. After all the time with friends (most likely you) spending the time alone with no worries is just...relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may spoil my eyes though. I been on the computer a lot now.Imagine me wearing glasses. Most of the people I know wear or need glasses. I don't want to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just read Marcus' blog and....I was disappointed. Very disappointed. You just arrived at another continent, at the U.S. I 'd expect you start with the journey or at least the airport. Then the weather. After that, the people. And finally the food. Marcus, you detailed just the burger and the fries. I don't really need to know that.(We've seen what a burger and fries look like) C'mon you could have at least typed about the park. And more posts please. I'd bet you are excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-1739851969524735979?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/1739851969524735979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=1739851969524735979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/1739851969524735979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/1739851969524735979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-week.html' title='The First Week...'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-4337323745199608500</id><published>2009-11-18T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:41:19.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Carnival(1-0-2) and Talentine'/><title type='text'>Back to Square One...</title><content type='html'>Now, this blog/thought producer has been running for a year. And since I think it is filled with mindless thoughts (which, by my standards, is perfectly normal), it needs a little revamp. I need to present my ideas better and post more regularly. If I don't do it, the unthinkable will happen. Yes, I know what you must be thinking. I'll  be sad. Oh, it's not what you were thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school is about to end in 24 hours after writing time. My summary of the school year is : A kiddie rollercoaster. Yes, a kiddie one. I don't think the huge and scary "adult rollercoaster" suits this year because it would have fried my nerves crisp. But we all can handle a kiddie ride. It has ups and downs and twists. I think I just made a metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have five weeks of holidays so as a parting message before all of you block any sense of the real world, have a safe journey for those going on vacation and I wish you the best for next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-4337323745199608500?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/4337323745199608500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=4337323745199608500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4337323745199608500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4337323745199608500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-square-one.html' title='Back to Square One...'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-7938620783202052294</id><published>2009-10-25T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:05:33.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just making a point</title><content type='html'>What do you call a cross-dressing man with a transexual man? Technically, gay right? They both men at the start but even if that is debatable they both want to be a woman and want to be together. That's&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;gay. Another one. How to make a noun out of a word without a noun? Answer: add -ness. Example: Stinki-ness, emo-ness, stupid-ness. ( it's stupidity!). I really need inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-7938620783202052294?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/7938620783202052294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=7938620783202052294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7938620783202052294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7938620783202052294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-making-point.html' title='Just making a point'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-5448550392175603175</id><published>2009-10-21T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:56:46.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10.56 p.m</title><content type='html'>Poems. Now that's not a bad idea. But I guess one needs inspiration to make a good poem. It all started with someone, didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;are friends you know,&lt;br /&gt;It could have been something more,&lt;br /&gt;But I had to say no,&lt;br /&gt;What was it all for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was random. Thanks Marcus for the inspiration. Wonder who was yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-5448550392175603175?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/5448550392175603175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=5448550392175603175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5448550392175603175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/5448550392175603175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2009/10/1056-pm.html' title='10.56 p.m'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-8556000892082137049</id><published>2009-10-21T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:57:36.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10.38 p.m</title><content type='html'>I need a haircut. I truly do. We all need haircuts anyway. But I'm wondering if I'll have a haircut towards the end of Form 5. It's so quick. Now I don't want to be sentimental here (you'll have to meet me yourself) but ...I wonder what I'll be in three years. I am a behind-the-scenes kind of guy. I don't get to other people's faces. All I've got are my results to fall back on. Without that I'm just some loner. Oh and I hope I can play a song on the guitar in three years. Maybe I should be a full-out nerd...hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-8556000892082137049?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/8556000892082137049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=8556000892082137049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8556000892082137049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8556000892082137049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2009/10/1138-pm.html' title='10.38 p.m'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-4194380751667162547</id><published>2009-10-15T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:18:03.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopes and aspirations...before I'm too old</title><content type='html'>Rounding up things I hope I would be able to do before I'm in mid-life crisis in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;No 10. Learn How To Play The Guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've said this before but I still can't play. Well, sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No 9. Make a free online game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I love games it's only natural that I want to make a game. I don't want to wait till I grow  up...&lt;strong&gt;it's too long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No 8. Stay over at friends'...for a week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I have not slept at any of my friends' home. I'm sure I'll be a terrific roomate. Aaaah...if you only knew. The reason I want it to be a week is so I'll have lots of time together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;No 7  Cook my own meal and share it with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own recipe. Not some common one. An interesting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No 6 Join a football club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any club, does not have to be professional. I love football and want to be better and show off my skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No 5. Have a long term romantic relationship (OH PLEEEAASSEE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, always wanted this...since today.Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;No 4.Win another medal in sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many know this but I won a medal in an inter-school gymnastics competition when I was in Std 4. That's the reason I need more glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No 3. Sit on a bench in a park for the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an awesome thing to do. I can just sit, observe, eat some sandwiches and watch the sunset.Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No 2. Be friends with a complete stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure the person's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No 1. $$BE A MILLIONAIRE$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say. I love this life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-4194380751667162547?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/4194380751667162547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=4194380751667162547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4194380751667162547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/4194380751667162547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2009/10/hopes-and-aspirationsbefore-im-too-old.html' title='Hopes and aspirations...before I&apos;m too old'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-7404702016152904559</id><published>2009-10-14T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:33:39.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagging sensation</title><content type='html'>It seems I have been tagged. An interesting one too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Besides your lips, where is your favorite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;    I'll go with the common one. The cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;    What? I slept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person/people you took photo with?&lt;br /&gt;    My mom. I'm a family man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you consider yourself spoilt?&lt;br /&gt;     Don't we all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;     If there's a gift. eg. A cookie or some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;    Yes, and it could have been something more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want someone to be dead?&lt;br /&gt;    Sure, why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does your last message say?&lt;br /&gt;    C'mon. This is getting interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you thinking right now?&lt;br /&gt;    Should I eat apples at 4 am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you want someone to be with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;      YES, PLEASE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the time you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;      3.35 a.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;      Road side stall. It's a white shirt with the Superman logo. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is someone in your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;      Yes, Marcus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last person who text you?&lt;br /&gt;      Marcus. No, we're not together. He's with the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;1. Kelly&lt;br /&gt;2. Zhi-ying&lt;br /&gt;3. Jin Shen&lt;br /&gt;4. Nabil&lt;br /&gt;5. Ryan&lt;br /&gt;6. Marcus&lt;br /&gt;7. Grace&lt;br /&gt;8. Yuxin&lt;br /&gt;9. Bryan&lt;br /&gt;10. Najwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is number two having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;      Who knows? Hmmm...maybe I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is number three a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;      male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If number 7 and number 1 get together will it be good?&lt;br /&gt;      If their confused about their genders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is number 1 studying?&lt;br /&gt;      I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is number 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;      If only he tried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Say something about number 6&lt;br /&gt;      Interesting and frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What you think of number 3 and number 6 being together?&lt;br /&gt;      Aren't they together already. Strange pairing that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you like number 8?&lt;br /&gt;      I like everyone on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first tag in a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-7404702016152904559?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/7404702016152904559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=7404702016152904559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7404702016152904559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7404702016152904559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2009/10/tagging-sensation.html' title='Tagging sensation'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-2239116883299327708</id><published>2009-10-14T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:06:42.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finally'/><title type='text'>I am back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After what seemed a very long time, I've decided to post again. I thought a lot of nonsensical stuff during the absence of posts. But I want to blog again because someone invaded my blog. I don't like that. Just because my password is stupid it does not give anyone permission to post in my blog. Okay, that's that. Now I'm going back to myself. Hmmm...I'm 14 now, a year wiser. I got a laptop, still trying to learn Spanish and to play the guitar. Slept late more(anyone up at 4?)and still happy. Exams are on the way, PMR just passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I have bonded more with the people I call my friends and someone has just granted me access to his inner circle...I would &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to bond with more people. Will it be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the reader? It may need &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of work but we can try. I'm not a weird person, sometimes like to be alone, is open-minded, can laugh (even if sarcastically) at jokes, funny things, people, I can be humourous and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOULD LIKE A FEMALE COMPANION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I think I lack that female touch during the past few months. Guys... err... whatever I think we can have fun too(P.S. NOT GAY).I can be quiet even if sometimes some people may mistake that as emo behaviour. Can be kind. Rarely show my anger at least in front of you. Have a whole lot of interesting theories/quesstions/thoughts/ideas to be shared with anyone willing to hear. And for the rest...you need to meet me to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-2239116883299327708?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/2239116883299327708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=2239116883299327708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/2239116883299327708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/2239116883299327708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-back.html' title='I am back...'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-1212296913721586503</id><published>2009-09-23T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:51:48.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving our sister insane'/><title type='text'>giving a monkey a shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uoV2adaRBWU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uoV2adaRBWU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="410"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love Phineas and Ferb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-1212296913721586503?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/1212296913721586503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=1212296913721586503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/1212296913721586503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;oh wait,&lt;br /&gt;you don't even read your own blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft,&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-2667137507344179960?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/2667137507344179960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=2667137507344179960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/2667137507344179960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/2667137507344179960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-bangs.html' title='she bangs'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-2188750024661706879</id><published>2009-08-25T11:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:45:52.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nineninenine'/><title type='text'>be italian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aoOHHmKM1BI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aoOHHmKM1BI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lets all watch Nine together shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;but gotta wait till November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;by the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;hows the progress on the sejarah project?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;i just did the number 1 of the hasil laporan yesterday (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;1 down 4 to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;how bout you evan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;sight-kyle-ogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;a-rack-no-phobia&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/4536537326407976697-2188750024661706879?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/2188750024661706879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=2188750024661706879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/2188750024661706879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/2188750024661706879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2009/08/be-italian.html' title='be italian'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-3372207442277427348</id><published>2009-08-15T03:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:55:54.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Zealand&apos;s fourth most popular guitar-based digi-bongo acapella-rap-funk-comedy folk duo'/><title type='text'>Flight of The Conchords</title><content type='html'>Browsing through YouTube and found this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VlLLZJGJCnY&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-3372207442277427348?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/3372207442277427348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=3372207442277427348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3372207442277427348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3372207442277427348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2009/08/flight-of-conchords.html' title='Flight of The Conchords'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-22127422337305260</id><published>2009-08-04T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:12:14.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Try sleeping at 4 am. Not the best sleep when you have to go to school at 6am. I'm not emo. I'm tired and sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-22127422337305260?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/22127422337305260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=22127422337305260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/22127422337305260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/22127422337305260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2009/08/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-8728331605675867290</id><published>2009-07-21T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:56:41.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams...</title><content type='html'>For the whole time I failed to blog, I apologize...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-8728331605675867290?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/8728331605675867290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=8728331605675867290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8728331605675867290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/8728331605675867290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2009/07/exams.html' title='Exams...'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-2137456263521229594</id><published>2009-07-01T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:03:30.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of brains</title><content type='html'>How do filmmakers come up with movie titles? Some of the titles just doesn't make sense like "&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed-Up Zombies&lt;/span&gt;". What the hell? It's not only long but inappropriate too. Similar with " &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb&lt;/span&gt;". Loving a bomb? What the hell?  Movies based on books or a true story does not count. Especially succesful books. If many people liked a book with a strange name why would they hate the movie. But some even though not based from a book are confusing like "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eegah&lt;/span&gt;". That is more creative than the ones above but I'm still sratching my head. There are other weird ones like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mexican Wrestling Women vs. the Aztec Mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Fat Guy Goes Nutzoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Revenge of the Middle-Aged Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Man Who Loved Cat Dancing&lt;br /&gt;-The Man Who Slept&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I Love Pinochet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Say I Love You, But Whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Little Fat Rascal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Fat and Furious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Soggy Penis Syndrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A Vagina for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The Asian Turtle Crisis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Violent Shit II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Son of a Bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Why We Had to Kill Bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Idiot of the Mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Her Silent Wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hitler Meets Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Neverending Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Billy the Kid Vs. Dracula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just weird&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Some of them maybe porn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-2137456263521229594?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/2137456263521229594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=2137456263521229594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/2137456263521229594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/2137456263521229594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2009/07/lack-of-brains.html' title='Lack of brains'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-7379490302428159322</id><published>2009-06-25T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:34:46.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All full of crap...</title><content type='html'>I'm telling you this now...my blog is all just my imagination. 50% of the time it's what I feel or think. The rest is all made up, fictional. It's all just what spring ups to my mind first. Like this post, just thought of it. It seems like a good idea. People make things difficult. That was random. No one not even the best judge can think without feelings. I'm not smart. I follow rules. I could be smart but not the smartest. I love football. I have questionable thoughts about most of the people I meet. I consider everyone who reads &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;comments good friends. I have best friends. Never underestimate me. I can ruin stuff. I have not found anyone I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean by crap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-7379490302428159322?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/7379490302428159322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=7379490302428159322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7379490302428159322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7379490302428159322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-full-of-crap.html' title='All full of crap...'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-1619569000759715930</id><published>2009-06-18T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:43:15.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today....</title><content type='html'>was a lucky day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason 1: Only attended one lesson. The rest of the day spent at great hall for speech day rehearsal. Missed all lessos including B.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason 2: Got 2 marks added for my science results. Was only expecting 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason 3: Got back my book which I thought I lost. Actually, someone accidentally took it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason 4: By attending the rehearsal, I managed to talk with friends from other classes. Haven't been doing that a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason 5: Got a chance to buy a football jersey at a cheaper price. I always wanted to buy one but only got the oppurtunity today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason 6: Able to talk to more girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-1619569000759715930?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/1619569000759715930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=1619569000759715930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/1619569000759715930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/1619569000759715930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2009/06/today.html' title='Today....'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-3228414801999486378</id><published>2009-06-05T18:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:07:06.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week after...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10 words that I could use to describe myself in 10 years time...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Lonely&lt;br /&gt;2) Struggling&lt;br /&gt;3) Same&lt;br /&gt;4) Matured&lt;br /&gt;5) Smarter&lt;br /&gt;6) Attracted&lt;br /&gt;7) Wondering&lt;br /&gt;8) Good&lt;br /&gt;9) Satisfied&lt;br /&gt;10) Cynical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like tagging someone...how about Marcus? I want to see whether he has a high opinion about himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-3228414801999486378?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/3228414801999486378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=3228414801999486378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3228414801999486378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/3228414801999486378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2009/06/week-after.html' title='The week after...'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536537326407976697.post-7965738381963750232</id><published>2009-06-02T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:03:36.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Never Change</title><content type='html'>I've never changed. I don't want to change. What's the point? I'd be lying to myself. I'm just this nerdy, gay, guy. Don't tell me what to do. Unlike some people who swear for fun, wear short skirts, some who thinks they are better than everyone else, likes to bully people though not physically or play around every chance they get with the opposite sex, I'll never change. I'll never be common. I'll never be like them. I know people at school who changed a lot. Some may have forgotten me. Changing is not important. It's what we change into.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536537326407976697-7965738381963750232?l=evan123apple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/feeds/7965738381963750232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536537326407976697&amp;postID=7965738381963750232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7965738381963750232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536537326407976697/posts/default/7965738381963750232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan123apple.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-never-change.html' title='I&apos;ll Never Change'/><author><name>Evan123apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097563530799766807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gsddWHuqn8/SXg4yHbGATI/AAAAAAAAABY/8flT5eO9wU4/S220/P1010597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
