<?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-34334346</id><updated>2011-09-13T18:19:28.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose Your Destiny...i choose ketchup =D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-9029202476316450688</id><published>2009-07-12T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:32:10.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im editin it!</title><content type='html'>Holy cow its been eons since new words appeared here. Well, for those who have not lost the wits to the void waiting for my post to appear, here's one, requested by someone special :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I have not posted in a long time, life still goes on normally, at least for me. I go about doing my daily routines - homework, projects, sleep, play, eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of eating, recently i bought lunch at McDonald's. My Filet O-fish came in a plastic bag with a logo proudly proclaiming their slogan: &lt;b&gt;"i'm lovin' it."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I gnawed on a so-so hard(I'm a softie) fry, I wondered exactly &lt;i&gt;who&lt;/i&gt; was lovin' &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt;. It seems that I was lovin' McDonald's, I figured. I don't remember ever being consulted about our relationship, but there it was. It was even trademarked with that little tm sign, so I guess my lovin' must be earnest, genuine, heartfelt and true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Granted, McDonald's and I have a long history together, but isn't this all a little rash? Too presumptuous of them, I must say. And do they really need to drag the L word into it? They didn't even have the courtesy to say they were lovin' me back! (I won't lie. It stings.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I'd help Ronald out and whip up my own set of McLogos that cover a slightly larger emotional spectrum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SlgcsBr4GYI/AAAAAAAAAbw/4oIJChuuOLY/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357063299449493890" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SlgcsBr4GYI/AAAAAAAAAbw/4oIJChuuOLY/s320/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Slgcss6FqPI/AAAAAAAAAcI/BDG65CLUe6g/s1600-h/4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357063311051827442" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Slgcss6FqPI/AAAAAAAAAcI/BDG65CLUe6g/s320/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Slgc9RLC_TI/AAAAAAAAAcY/qc0nIro2Im0/s1600-h/6.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357063595664538930" style="WIDTH: 225px; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Slgc9tnCXHI/AAAAAAAAAcg/zfZzr-MWERQ/s1600-h/7.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357063603298131058" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Slgc9tnCXHI/AAAAAAAAAcg/zfZzr-MWERQ/s320/7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Slgc-Mu0t0I/AAAAAAAAAcw/IW5JPTg3SFA/s1600-h/8.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357063611652290370" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Slgc-Mu0t0I/AAAAAAAAAcw/IW5JPTg3SFA/s320/8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Slgc-THGwjI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ZjEyhwSqFgI/s1600-h/10.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357063613364748850" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Slgc-THGwjI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ZjEyhwSqFgI/s320/10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SlgcsBr4GYI/AAAAAAAAAbw/4oIJChuuOLY/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SlgdCRMGdEI/AAAAAAAAAdA/8dBUtg7eiE4/s1600-h/11.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357063681568306242" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SlgdCRMGdEI/AAAAAAAAAdA/8dBUtg7eiE4/s320/11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time, chiaos~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-9029202476316450688?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/9029202476316450688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=9029202476316450688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/9029202476316450688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/9029202476316450688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-editin-it.html' title='Im editin it!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SlgcsBr4GYI/AAAAAAAAAbw/4oIJChuuOLY/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-5714087773350781332</id><published>2009-04-08T10:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:13:53.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I've been laying a little low on the posts lately. This wacky thing called school just keeps getting in the way. Not that it has started or anything, but being a facilitator for the freshmen sure burns your time away!&lt;/p&gt;But I've been meaning to mention a fun game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kongregate.com/games/ArmorGames/sonny"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONNY!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be warned if you, too, have the wacky thing called school, or work you should be doing. This game has a suprisingly strong ability to suck people in. (Not really in the Paris Hilton way, but close enough.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-5714087773350781332?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5714087773350781332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=5714087773350781332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5714087773350781332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5714087773350781332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/04/sonny.html' title='Sonny'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-1959177485383609473</id><published>2009-03-08T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:51:16.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone needs some times off. Everyone needs a break. After several months away from the blogging world, I've decided to make some gigantic shocking return -- except no one reads this blog anymore, so it's not really gigantic. It's, like, semi-gigantic. Or not. I'm not sure. Nor do I care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some really intense stuff went down while I was away(exams), stuff I can't describe completely on the tomato farm. I know, it's no excuse, but I ask that you understand as I go through a tranisition in my life. Holidays. However, here is a brief update on me:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A. Obviously, I'm on holiday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B. I'm thinking of looking for a job. Suggestions?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;C. I am gonna be a facilitator for the freshmen at SP. Mondays, burned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;D. I still hate homework and projects.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E. If this post doesn't generate at least three comments, I will blow up the earth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-1959177485383609473?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1959177485383609473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=1959177485383609473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1959177485383609473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1959177485383609473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/03/back.html' title='BACK!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-1840863724185466298</id><published>2009-01-18T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:19:12.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo people!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey, guys.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I've been under an avalanche of work the past few weeks due to the coming finals, and have been really looking forward to posting here more frequently as soon as it let up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just as I was crawling out from under it during the Chinese New Year holiday, I'm back to school again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm all okay here, but while I'm taking care of stuff, I just wanted to say thank you for all the nice emails and support you always provide the site. I do know that there're alot of times I fall behind in responding, but I do read and appreciate all of it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hopefully everything will return to normal very shortly, and I can get back to spending my time posting awesome stuff that you've become accustomed to.&lt;/p&gt;  Now, as the those kids on the internet type -- BRB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey, guys(and girls).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been under an avalanche of work(busy passing it around) the past few weeks due to the upcoming finals(Faints), and have been really looking forward to posting here(signs of procrastination) more frequently as soon as it let up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just as I was crawling out from under it during the Chinese New Year holiday, I'm back to school again(with a pocket full of cash).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm all okay here, but while I'm taking care of stuff(spending that cash for reunion dinners with so and so), I just wanted to say thank you for all the nice tags and support you always provide the site. I do know that there're alot of times I fall behind in responding(laziness), but I do read and appreciate all of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopefully everything will return to normal(is anything really normal?) very shortly, and I can get back to spending my time(wasting your time and brains) posting awesome stuff(usual silliness) that you've become (sadly)accustomed to.&lt;/p&gt;Now, as the those (crazy)kids on the internet type -- BRB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-1840863724185466298?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1840863724185466298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=1840863724185466298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1840863724185466298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1840863724185466298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/yo-people.html' title='Yo people!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-5346663105565984947</id><published>2009-01-05T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:12:30.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You fail to plan, you plan to fail. And any financial advisor you find out there are going to tell you that it’s never too young to have a retirement plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, talking crap with my buds at school had me wondering, what should I do about my retirement plan? After giving it some thought, well, here’s what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 65th birthday, I will start popping heroin. Right there at the party. Next to the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound a tad extreme, but from what's happening in the news and MTV nowadays, I can say that I've learnt two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Heroin destroys your life. Rich and famous rock stars are willing to lose it all, just to get more heroin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Heroin must be pretty awesome. Rich and famous rock stars are willing to lose it all, just to get more heroin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm a clean-cut nerd with responsibilities. I have a movie addiction and a sweet hot babe to support. That's why I'm just going to ruin the end of my life. So, while all my wrinkly-assed friends are test driving wheelchairs and trying to remember their names, Grandpappy Jaz is gonna be popping junk. I’m going to sell crack and steal for dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also gonna be cranky. Like really cranky, beyong mere grumpiness. Not because I have a reason to do so, but it seems fun. I mean, whats better than being able to whack some guy up on the street with my walking cane without any real retaliation? Old peeps really have life figured out, don't they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, when I hit 70 I'll go crazy altogether -- get tattoos on my butt-crack, nose-tongue rings, sleep with whores and finally have the balls to curse out those people who call others bald. It's gonna be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan for the future, kids. It's important!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-5346663105565984947?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5346663105565984947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=5346663105565984947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5346663105565984947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5346663105565984947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/golden-years_05.html' title='The Golden Years'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-6021029890542113221</id><published>2009-01-01T00:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:00:40.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR, READERS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say new year resolutions usually comes in 10. I made a list and came up with my top 10 priorities for year 2009. What better way to start a new year, than this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lest I forget, lets state them here in my blog. All you out there shall be my witness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahem ...  Here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAR 2009 RESOLUTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I will not spend over 2 hours on the net per day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This, of course, will be hard to estimate though, since I'm not a time-checker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Save water. Less bath. More deodorant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I will not bore the teacher with the same excuses for being late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will think of more excuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I will cut my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)  I will grow my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) I shall start finding something to worry about. Anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) So many ladies, so little time. Shall make more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Take up some useful new habits. Like smoking. It helps to keep cigarrette workers in job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Eat more of better things like candy, popcorn and mac-chicken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less crap like soy beans, fruits, and anything green. except candies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) I will take neither myself nor any of the above seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers everybody! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-6021029890542113221?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6021029890542113221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=6021029890542113221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6021029890542113221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6021029890542113221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-readers-d-they-say-new.html' title='2009!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-1925842698432718673</id><published>2008-12-29T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:02:40.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candle Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SVjzjc6PAeI/AAAAAAAAAbM/0gKRmQUmJbI/s1600-h/candlewax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SVjzjc6PAeI/AAAAAAAAAbM/0gKRmQUmJbI/s320/candlewax.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285241953100693986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;They say people often get depressed during the hols.. I believe I've discovered the cause of this depression after having the following verbatim conversation with my 4 year-old cousin:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy:&lt;/b&gt; What happened to the candle?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; It melted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy:&lt;/b&gt; Why?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; When you light a candle the wax melts and drips down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy:&lt;/b&gt; Oh no.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; It's okay. That's what candles do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy:&lt;/b&gt; Suddenly my entire life is sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, another year has passed huh. I would notice that more if I've atleast grown a little taller. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SVj0MsGMFFI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ZTluULRO8GY/s320/reindeer.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285242661552002130" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-1925842698432718673?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1925842698432718673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=1925842698432718673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1925842698432718673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1925842698432718673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/12/they-say-people-often-get-depressed.html' title='Candle Woes'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SVjzjc6PAeI/AAAAAAAAAbM/0gKRmQUmJbI/s72-c/candlewax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-7595838476346774407</id><published>2008-12-21T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:54:16.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute To My Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reviews You Can Use #758: My Mom&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've known my mom my whole life. I don't recall a whole lot before age three, but considering that period includes messing around with her boobies, I'm probably better off.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is an incredibly nice lady and has always been there for me, even during all those times when I behaved like a little asshole. I guess I'm quite lucky, growing up during the days when many parenting experts came out against hitting children. And I'm sure she would have taken that advice, had she not been busy whacking my ass with a wooden spoon at the time. (Don't be astonished, it was well-deserved.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She did put up with a truckload of crap from me, the least of which included begging her to sit through &lt;i&gt;Bad News Bears: Breaking Training&lt;/i&gt; in the theater... &lt;b&gt;TWO DAYS IN A ROW&lt;/b&gt;. My poor, poor mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pros:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Very sweet&lt;br /&gt;- Puts other people first&lt;br /&gt;- Loving&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cons: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gets cranky for no reason&lt;br /&gt;- Too concerned with tidiness&lt;br /&gt;- Not the best cook&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Bold" border="0" class="gl_bold" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bottom Line:&lt;/b&gt; You only get one mom, and I love mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Final Grade: A-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter what happens, I will support you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-7595838476346774407?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7595838476346774407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=7595838476346774407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7595838476346774407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7595838476346774407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/12/tribute-to-my-mom.html' title='Tribute To My Mom'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-2175821854513745560</id><published>2008-12-16T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:02:51.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy of Giving</title><content type='html'>They say Christmas is a time for giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas, I feel it more than other years. If you think all I do is eat, drink, sleep and have fun, and keep all my time to myself, you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practiced on my new guitar(Rayna's old one) for more hours than I could possibly count with my ... Oh alright you caught me. I can't count. But what I'm trying to say is, for tomorrow's CIP, tears have been shed. Blood has been spilt. Even gaming has taken a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carols, waiter and waitresses, even pole-dancers! Oh! The life elderly ... (s) ... (ies) ... have nowadays! Makes me feel like growing old too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-2175821854513745560?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2175821854513745560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=2175821854513745560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2175821854513745560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2175821854513745560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/12/joy-of-giving.html' title='The Joy of Giving'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-1923199519230342531</id><published>2008-12-15T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:16:28.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN DID IT BECOME COOL TO HATE GEORGE W. BUSH -</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watching the shoe being thrown at George Bush on news today has led me to think ... When did it became cool to hate him?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what I'd like to know. Let me just say that I will be voting for any president when the time comes only because I will use it as a reason to slide into school or work a nice 2 hours late. But that's me. That's my brilliant political statement. I don't hate Bush(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeeaauuuhh&lt;/span&gt;). The man never cursed me out, or bombed my car with eggs. I don't even have a stupid car. But for some reason, alot of people around me hates this man with a passion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My 15 year old sister (the brat from hell) who has not one clue about anything remotely close to normal told me the other day that she hates George Bush. This was the conversation:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Brat from Hell:  I really hate Bush.  I hate the man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me:  Why?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Brat from Hell:  I dunno.  He's like an asshole.  I really hate him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me:  Why?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Brat from Hell:  Ugh, you're so annoying.  I don't f**king know why.  I just hate him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me:  Okay.  Good for you.  Fight the power, little sis.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I also overheard her and her moronic friends attempting to have a conversation along the same lines as that one. All of them just went around in a circle saying they hated George Bush, but none of them had a clue as to why they hated this man with such a passion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now you might say, "Dude, c'mon, they are little kids who are trying to stand up for something at a young age. You should applaud them."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No I shouldn't. Should I applaud my neighbours who say the same thing? I overheard the two woman saying how they hated George Bush. Both in their forties. This is what I asked and this is how they responded.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me:  Why do you hate him so much?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Them: Um, helllooooo.  Iraq.  That was just wrong.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me:  What was wrong?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Them:  Do you even read the newspapers?  How can you not think Iraq was wrong?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me:  What the hell are you talking about, you miserable 9 to 5 retards?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay, I didn't say that.  But I wanted to.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Look, if you are going to hate this man then you better have a really damn good reason to hate him. And until that time, I will hate you. I will hate you for being an idiot and following along with others on a cause that you do not understand. For making me feel like I should start hating poor George too. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So now everyone hates everyone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And I blame George Bush.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Asshole.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;((watch MTV))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-1923199519230342531?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1923199519230342531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=1923199519230342531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1923199519230342531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1923199519230342531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-did-it-become-cool-to-hate-george.html' title='WHEN DID IT BECOME COOL TO HATE GEORGE W. BUSH -'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-7456919861773164860</id><published>2008-12-05T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:36:07.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My date with the bathroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Over the course of my life, I've probably had over 1000 embarrassing bathroom experiences. I don't know why. Perhaps my body is against me for some reason and it won't quit harassing me until the entire world knows how much of a complete moron I am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Or perhaps I just don't have any luck when it comes to the call.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Either way, it's not something I'd like to be remembered for. Lately I've been going out of my way to avoid the bathroom at all costs. I try to wait until I am home with no one around this way nothing embarrassing can happen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But, somehow things always seem to happen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today, after our concluding paper, my friends and I went for a movie called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOLT&lt;/span&gt;.  It came out last week or the week before, who cares, but let me just tell you now -- go see it.  It's great. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/STk0JXn56jI/AAAAAAAAAa8/IkI3TWzAjTI/s1600-h/bolt_shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/STk0JXn56jI/AAAAAAAAAa8/IkI3TWzAjTI/s320/bolt_shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276305774006102578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously. Really good. It's an animation movie revolving Harry Potter's dog, Hermione's cat and Ron's rat ... hamster, attempting to save the world from the evil green-eyed man. Without giving away too much, the film is hysterical. Go see it. Even when your friends are like, "That looks stupid. What's it about?" you better tell them that I said it was great and go dammit! Go!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, we were in a theater with about 100 other people. It was intimate to say the least. Right after we sat down, I kind of felt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The quiet pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know the quiet pee -- it's there but it's not there. You could go but don't. Because if you go then you have to get up and the whole row stands up and the back rows will be blocked, and you just sat down so they're all like, "Why didn't you just go before you came in moron?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The quiet pee is something you can hold.  It's manageable.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As time passes, the quiet pee slowly comes out of its shell. Wants to say hi. Get your attention. Only thing is, the movie is really good and there are loads people in the theater and if you get up, the whole row gets up and here we are again. And so you hold it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I've found, through years of research, that when you ignore the pee, pee gets pissed. And it wants out. It wants nothing to do with you anymore. Good day sir.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And that's when things get interesting. Any normal person would simply get up at this time and relieve themselves of the pain. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm not normal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The movie is winding down and I have to go. Like really have to go. In fact, I've never had to go this much in my entire life. But it's nearing the end of the movie. And I cannot, in my right mind, be THAT guy. So I hold. And I hold.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And the movie ends.  Phew. BUT WE STAYED ON TO WATCH THE CREDITS WITH THE CUTE LITTLE ANIMATIONS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I REALLY REALLY have to go. I start sweating and moving around. My hand is clutching my groin. I feel it coming up and going down. I'm thinking, "Great, I'm going to piss my pants when I'm ON my way there. I'm really going to piss my pants."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And here's where I'm not normal. Because while all of this is going through my head, the only thing I can think of is how great this story would look on my blog. So I start contemplating it - -should I just piss myself? I mean, whyyyyy not -- ya know, for the blog. For the story.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And while I'm dreaming of funny things to say, the girls get up and leave, with Jon, Josh and me in their wake. Perfect timing. And I realize, as funny as it would be, I cannot piss myself. I need to make a move. I need to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At this point, I don't even know if I can walk without pissing. Yes. It's that bad. It hurts like I've never felt hurt. It's literally right there and any little move could unleash a waterfall.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We were near the end of the exit passage way, and I started to ... hop really fast, trying to find the toilet, because by now, I can care less about anything. I force my way down the aisle, before people can move aside for me, before people can realize that I am standing on their legs. One guy was like:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Um, hold on man.  You stepped on my--"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I see the toilet.  There's a toilet!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Little did this guy know but I was about 5 seconds away from saying screw it and pissing on him. But I feel, the "I have to go to the bathroom like no man has ever had to go to the bathroom before" sign is pretty universal. Luckily, he spoke that language and let me go on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  I burst out of the passage way, spot the mens room, run to the mens room, get to the cubicle, without closing the door, I released it.&lt;/p&gt;I must have gone for a good 5 minutes.  It was the best feeling of my life.  &lt;p&gt;And I know most of you would've liked to see me piss my pants.  But, trust me, the movie was better.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Go see it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-7456919861773164860?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7456919861773164860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=7456919861773164860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7456919861773164860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7456919861773164860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-date-with-bathroom.html' title='My date with the bathroom'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/STk0JXn56jI/AAAAAAAAAa8/IkI3TWzAjTI/s72-c/bolt_shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-6448634601169790440</id><published>2008-12-04T20:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:26:18.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comical</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After studying in the school library, we went to borrow videos. I came across &lt;a href="http://www.citadelata.com/imgs/Ultimate_avengers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Ultimate Avengers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , which features Captain America, Thor, Giant-man, Black widow, and Ironman. That kinda brought back memories ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I was a kid my Aunt Cynt came over the house one day. She held a thin paper bag and said, "Jason, I have a surprise for you. I know you like comic books, so I got you this."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sweet!  Good ol' Aunt Cynt!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What could it be???  Fantastic Four?  The Incredible Hulk?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I grabbed the bag and pulled out my unexpected largess.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh goody goody!  Iron M-- jaw...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/STfnf6Qh2VI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Q4-fnWmdRwU/s1600-h/ironjaw4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/STfnf6Qh2VI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Q4-fnWmdRwU/s320/ironjaw4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275940023888370002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;IronJaw?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gee, thanks Aunt Cynt.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He's really... cool.  No, he is!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Stand back villains!  Here comes &lt;b&gt;IRONJAW&lt;/b&gt; and his... iron... jaw.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nothing can stand in his way!  No matter how... chewy?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, at least he's got a cool unifor-- &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nevermind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, tomorrow's the last paper! No more sleeping on textbooks. No more stabbing calculator buttons. No more eating notes for dinner. Woohoo! Time ta paaarrrteehhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... Oh shoot, I still have tommorrow's paper ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-6448634601169790440?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6448634601169790440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=6448634601169790440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6448634601169790440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6448634601169790440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/12/comical.html' title='Comical'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/STfnf6Qh2VI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Q4-fnWmdRwU/s72-c/ironjaw4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-7686334466657677159</id><published>2008-11-27T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:02:27.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stunned</title><content type='html'>While I was unable to find any b&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;reathtaking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;items on Amazon that was truly breathtaking, I did manage to find something that was so stunning it actually did leave me a little&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0006FZW3O/qid=1105514263/sr=8-3/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i3_xgl193?v=glance&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stunned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;-- Click there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-7686334466657677159?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7686334466657677159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=7686334466657677159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7686334466657677159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7686334466657677159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/11/stunned_27.html' title='Stunned'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-3470139567965907374</id><published>2008-11-24T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:43:27.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathtaking Lies</title><content type='html'>Every other time I see the word "&lt;b&gt;breathtaking&lt;/b&gt;." being used to advertise something, I feel all weird inside. We have come to live in a world that continually promises to take my breath, and yet my lungs are filled with tons of breath, still there for the taking. It sucks. &lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SQ75qjXoksI/AAAAAAAAAZs/r-sTb5Z_8Pc/s1600-h/breathetaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SQ75qjXoksI/AAAAAAAAAZs/r-sTb5Z_8Pc/s320/breathetaking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264419523886879426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If I would ever pass by an item to be so special, so oh-my-god magical, that could literally leave me gasping on the floor for air. I'm sure I'd buy it on the spot. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Although, now that I think about it, the last time I can remember having that effect was when Douglas Lee's fist punched me in the stomach when I was 11. And that also sucked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Either way, I've stitched up a small collection of items on Amazon that blatantly promote this rampant false claim. If any of these products actually takes your breath, please let me know. I reviewed them all very carefully and ascertain my vital signs to remain stable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maybe I'll have better luck being rendered paralyzed when I search for items that are "stunning."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Behold...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/registry.html?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;type=wishlist&amp;amp;id=3M8F42HDOSB4Y"&gt;Amazon's List of Breathtaking Lies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Except for you Douglas Lee, you dickweed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-3470139567965907374?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3470139567965907374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=3470139567965907374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/3470139567965907374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/3470139567965907374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/11/breathtaking-lies_24.html' title='Breathtaking Lies'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SQ75qjXoksI/AAAAAAAAAZs/r-sTb5Z_8Pc/s72-c/breathetaking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-42973300104257958</id><published>2008-11-18T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:47:22.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think Things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think it sucks to be a manatee.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SSLU2lqdpHI/AAAAAAAAAak/VXtpP6cMFjU/s1600-h/Manatee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SSLU2lqdpHI/AAAAAAAAAak/VXtpP6cMFjU/s320/Manatee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270008548265141362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They eat mostly vegetables.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They swim all day long.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And yet for some reason they are still complete and total fat asses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;hr width="50%"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's a fact,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-42973300104257958?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/42973300104257958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=42973300104257958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/42973300104257958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/42973300104257958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-things.html' title='I Think Things!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SSLU2lqdpHI/AAAAAAAAAak/VXtpP6cMFjU/s72-c/Manatee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-7566432964475653123</id><published>2008-11-18T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:11:23.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRLS SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO BURP OR FART</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My MSN's pm was "GIRLS SHOULD NOT FART!", and with that, I've received numerous comments and colourful vocabulary from the ladies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Scary as it may sound, apparently some girls out there just don't care about controlling their inner gas(chi?), and thus I shall make a stand for the male species.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I wasn’t even aware that girls went to the bathroom until I was like, 15. So you can imagine, when I recently learn that polite, innocent and flowery girls out there are capable of ripping loud and smelly stink bombs, I got freaked. This is just too weird. While they burp and fart and giggle, I grab for my garbage ready to vomit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Us guys, we’re allowed to be disgusting. It’s in our blood. But girls, c’mon, it’s just not right. Thinking that sweet pretty cute girls do fart, it ruins every image I’ve ever had. Miss America, Miss Universe, Miss Galaxy – all of these shows now mean nothing. I can’t get all excited if I know there’s a chance Miss Hawaii farted in the dressing room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, my girlfriend is good like that. I have her trained well in this short span of time. Whatever gas issues she does or does not have, are kept far away from me. On rare occasions when something might squeak through, I'd simply beat her with a bat until she realizes not to let it happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So for the love of everything men hold dear, please stop this now. If you don’t, we will wage a flatulence war with the likes of nothing you have ever seen before.&lt;/p&gt;  Oh, is gonna get nasty up in here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-7566432964475653123?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7566432964475653123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=7566432964475653123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7566432964475653123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7566432964475653123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/11/girls-should-not-be-allowed-to-burp-or.html' title='GIRLS SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO BURP OR FART'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-4096309102380349898</id><published>2008-11-17T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:22:35.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral on Moon, Lets eat a pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We have successfully commercialize funerals on the moon. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How cool are humans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not only were we able to figure out there are other planets out there, we also somehow figured out how to shoot stuff up into the sky &lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20081115/tts-us-space-business-offbeat-972e412.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and land dead people's ashes on them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Soon we'll have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all-you-can-eat buffets &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbkmnkIfgIo"&gt;The Getaway Plan&lt;/a&gt; concerts(they look bad on youtube) on that futuristic grey planet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you realize how crazy that is?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Humans rock!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science  #1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Human  #1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bacon    #1!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-4096309102380349898?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4096309102380349898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=4096309102380349898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/4096309102380349898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/4096309102380349898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/11/funeral-on-moon-lets-eat-pig.html' title='Funeral on Moon, Lets eat a pig'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-8064577123843607310</id><published>2008-11-12T21:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:17:58.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TNG TNG TNG!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ALLLLLLLRIGHT! Nobody got the exact answer I was looking for, but lots were close!&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll just end the game :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SRrbVJf7tZI/AAAAAAAAAaU/RP0n1-0Sa_M/s1600-h/what2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SRrbVJf7tZI/AAAAAAAAAaU/RP0n1-0Sa_M/s320/what2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267763870536807826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;Big Bird's Anus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Thanks to everyone who played today's game of WHAT COULD IT BE???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&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/34334346-8064577123843607310?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8064577123843607310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=8064577123843607310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/8064577123843607310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/8064577123843607310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/11/tng-tng-tng.html' title='TNG TNG TNG!!!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SRrbVJf7tZI/AAAAAAAAAaU/RP0n1-0Sa_M/s72-c/what2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-4747327750241791258</id><published>2008-11-12T21:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:16:04.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT COULD IT BE???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Since I have to do my CRS, lets procrastinate a little, and at the same time waste that 5 minutes of your life! One stone for two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;BIRDS(clue clue!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;---&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-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SRrYzi4Ze0I/AAAAAAAAAaE/AICOGU_jkPk/s1600-h/what1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SRrYzi4Ze0I/AAAAAAAAAaE/AICOGU_jkPk/s320/what1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267761094211500866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;font-family:verdana;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;WHAT COULD IT BE???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;First person to correctly identify this picture with the correct answer I'm looking for wins a fabulous cookie and SWEET SWEET GLORY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-4747327750241791258?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4747327750241791258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=4747327750241791258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/4747327750241791258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/4747327750241791258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/11/since-i-have-to-do-my-crs-lets.html' title='WHAT COULD IT BE???'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SRrYzi4Ze0I/AAAAAAAAAaE/AICOGU_jkPk/s72-c/what1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-2769018502647013278</id><published>2008-11-10T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:48:48.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger Kickass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It feels good to be back from Discovery Camp! I feel more .. discovered I guess. Like how I discovered how much I took my bed for granted. Like how much I love home-cooked food now. Like how much I wanna kick somebody's butt over itab and CRS projects!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Busy bumblebee bweek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyway, recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I saw the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Tiger Woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; golf game on PS2 while browsing the net. I have no idea if it's any good, but I do love how tough he looks on the cover... Or should I say, how tough he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;tries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; to look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SQvTo4YC1NI/AAAAAAAAAY8/IoNLjzjcJ7s/s1600-h/tigerwoogspgatour.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SQvTo4YC1NI/AAAAAAAAAY8/IoNLjzjcJ7s/s320/tigerwoogspgatour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263533288794019026" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;TIGER SAYS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; bad-ass enough to wear polo shirts&lt;br /&gt;and hit a little ball with a stick?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-2769018502647013278?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2769018502647013278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=2769018502647013278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2769018502647013278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2769018502647013278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/11/tiger-kickass.html' title='Tiger Kickass'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SQvTo4YC1NI/AAAAAAAAAY8/IoNLjzjcJ7s/s72-c/tigerwoogspgatour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-5137408755166350757</id><published>2008-11-05T10:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:59:49.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Current Events</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking.  The Ketchup Destiny doesn't have to always be about light, fun stuff &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; the time. It wouldn't kill us to discuss some current events every once in a while, right? Be a little worldly? C'mon, let's try it.                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SRELt8zfVtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/gOXGTlFegRU/s1600-h/whitehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 89px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SRELt8zfVtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/gOXGTlFegRU/s320/whitehouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265002323416930002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SREImDwNIPI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/45JJhTwfwPs/s1600-h/obammccain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 89px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SREImDwNIPI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/45JJhTwfwPs/s320/obammccain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264998889308365042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm... current events... current events... what's been going on in current events... oh, I KNOW! &lt;b&gt;Heroes!&lt;/b&gt; Heroes have totally been in the news recently.  I'm feeling more socially conscious already.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/redirect?tag=thesneeze-20&amp;amp;path=tg/detail/-/B0002CX1LG/qid%3D1093810809/sr%3D8-1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroes Season 3&lt;/span&gt; came out on Tv (including illegal streaming websites!) a couple of months ago, which seems pretty cool, and then for some reason it will take 2 weeks for episode 8 to premier, which seems pretty not cool.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Contemplating the age-old question of Heroes vs Homework, I think I lean towards Heroes. Mr. Timetable says that I'll be really busy with all the homework and projects, Heroes is just a cheap excuse of procrastination. That may be true, except that Hiro Nakamura is da man! Da big retarded effeminate Time-and-Space-Bending man! Which happens to go a long way with me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Where do &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; side regarding this important issue that affects us all in these uncertain times? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-5137408755166350757?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5137408755166350757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=5137408755166350757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5137408755166350757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5137408755166350757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/11/importance-of-current-events.html' title='The Importance of Current Events'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SRELt8zfVtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/gOXGTlFegRU/s72-c/whitehouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-4492569068992729260</id><published>2008-11-03T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:27:03.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinkercraze</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In school today, we were having a very flavourful debate on how hot Tinkerbell really is. I was never really into Peter Pan - he just can't match up to Power Rangers or Pokemon. So that probably explains why I never noticed that sweet little Tinkerbell is kind of a ... dirty whore.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That's quite a dress, really. One strategically placed, loose triangle piece of elfish cloth is all that stands between us and her enchanted hooey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SQvSwCnoAPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/mOwQt73UOIw/s1600-h/tinkerbell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SQvSwCnoAPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/mOwQt73UOIw/s320/tinkerbell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263532312291180786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Closer inspection would give indication that this little lady also doesn't care for panties. But luckily, even in the dead cold of winter, not a hint of Tinkerbush.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tinkerbell:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dresses like a tramp.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Able to grant wishes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thinks every guy is huge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I take back what I said in school, Winx can kiss my bottom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you, Tinkerbell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-4492569068992729260?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4492569068992729260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=4492569068992729260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/4492569068992729260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/4492569068992729260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-school-today-we-were-having-very.html' title='Tinkercraze'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SQvSwCnoAPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/mOwQt73UOIw/s72-c/tinkerbell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-5335429110258450937</id><published>2008-11-01T12:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:17:28.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Halloween Discoveries!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SQveumr5t6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/471gppyygwE/s1600-h/lghr16076%2Bernie-with-rubber-duckie-from-sesame-street-mini-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SQveumr5t6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/471gppyygwE/s320/lghr16076%2Bernie-with-rubber-duckie-from-sesame-street-mini-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263545481752590242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning, while eating breakfast/procrastinating my FOM project, I heard Ernie singing the "&lt;b&gt;Rubber Duckie&lt;/b&gt;" song on Sesame Street. I guess I've never really paid attention to the lyrics before, because the second verse of Ernie's song left me with cereals drooping out of my mouth:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;----------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Rubber Duckie, joy of joys&lt;br /&gt;When I squeeze you, you make noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubber Duckie you're my very best friend, it's true&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;---------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What about Bert?!  Does he know about this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SQviGxs2MWI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-2VaaQFVICg/s1600-h/bert-and-ernie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SQviGxs2MWI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-2VaaQFVICg/s320/bert-and-ernie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263549195561087330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can just see poor Bert at home, making Ernie's bed with a heart full of joy, the TV is on in the background. This song comes on while he's fluffing Ernie's pillow just so. Then Ernie happily confesses that after all this time this cheap rubber toy is actually his "very best friend," and Bert's little muppet world comes crashing down around him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Later Bert desperately tries to figure out where he went wrong as he sits in the kitchen, sobbing and sipping lipton tea. His felt cheeks soaked with tears.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Way to go, Ernie, you giggly orange prick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, enough of homewreckers. Lets talk about yours truly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to Rayna's Halloween party. What a blast! Everyone's costumes were fantastic. Executioners, witch, cowgirls(wooo I'm scared), retarded magicians and even belly dancers/genies without turban, were there! The games were fun, dancing was crazy, even the food was ... filling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SQvevN8NVDI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Q8Sj0le9yRE/s1600-h/img031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SQvevN8NVDI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Q8Sj0le9yRE/s320/img031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263545492289967154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boo! Go hide under your blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-5335429110258450937?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5335429110258450937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=5335429110258450937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5335429110258450937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5335429110258450937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/11/freaky-halloween-discoveries.html' title='Freaky Halloween Discoveries!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SQveumr5t6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/471gppyygwE/s72-c/lghr16076%2Bernie-with-rubber-duckie-from-sesame-street-mini-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-4554757307852912836</id><published>2008-10-29T13:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:50:03.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grownups Nowadays ...</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry but I cant take this political nonsense anymore. I wish they would just vote already and put an end to this pissing battle. Just let one of these guy sleep in the white house and mess up the country, again. Either one, black or white. Because at this point I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of who becomes the president, I will still be stuck with my mountain of projects. I will still be struggling with the same stages in &lt;a href="http://www.us.playstation.com/patapon/"&gt;Patapon&lt;/a&gt;. I will still have to listen to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;same &lt;/span&gt;mum nagging to me on the ... weather? I will still feel nauseous when I look at my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets go. Flip a stupid coin or something(I have very little of those left)  and get on with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-4554757307852912836?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4554757307852912836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=4554757307852912836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/4554757307852912836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/4554757307852912836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/10/grownups-nowadays.html' title='Grownups Nowadays ...'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-1667350610657313499</id><published>2008-10-26T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:12:25.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Blah blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;blah blah blah!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, blah Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah blah blah - blah blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah? Blah blah blah blah! Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah; blah Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blah blah blah ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-1667350610657313499?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1667350610657313499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=1667350610657313499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1667350610657313499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1667350610657313499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/10/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-6074944572288364184</id><published>2008-10-24T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:45:30.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think Things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think it sucks to be a manatee.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SSLU2lqdpHI/AAAAAAAAAak/VXtpP6cMFjU/s1600-h/Manatee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SSLU2lqdpHI/AAAAAAAAAak/VXtpP6cMFjU/s320/Manatee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270008548265141362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They eat mostly vegetables.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They swim all day long.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And yet for some reason they are still complete and total fat asses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;hr width="50%"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's a fact,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-6074944572288364184?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6074944572288364184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=6074944572288364184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6074944572288364184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6074944572288364184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-things.html' title='I Think Things!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SSLU2lqdpHI/AAAAAAAAAak/VXtpP6cMFjU/s72-c/Manatee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-5092537656599160478</id><published>2008-10-23T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:20:30.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The F Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Was playing a two player game on the net with my 7 year old cousin this morning. We were rocking out to an old Eminem album in the background, when a particularly sexual, adult-themed song came on and I skipped it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Hey!  Why did you skip that?!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Because he sings about some adult stuff and you're not old enough."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"What does he say?!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I can't tell you."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"C'mon, just tell me!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"If I told you then you'd hear it."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"You can tell me!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"No."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Did he say 'fart?'  He said 'fart' didn't he."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Yes.  He said 'fart.'"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I knew it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if you're wondering, " What are you doing at home this morning? Did you skip school, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, I did not skipped school, you son-of-a-accusation-screwed-up-machine. I sprained my foot. How? Well, lets just leave that for another time. Anyway, I'm on my way to full recovery now, if you ever need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-5092537656599160478?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5092537656599160478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=5092537656599160478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5092537656599160478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5092537656599160478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/10/f-word.html' title='The F Word'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-3452350650605488849</id><published>2008-10-19T13:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T13:16:52.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems are for really lame people</title><content type='html'>One of the things that really makes me dry heave while I'm browsing through blogs are the thousands of pointless and weird poems people post on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfing the net this morning, the last 9 out of 12 blogs threw up some painfully-boring, lame-ass, 8-sentenced ode to their undying heart beat. Beat me love me or leave me in the cold desert heart heart. The dust falls slowly. Ignite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just this once, I figured I would share an extremely personal poem that I wrote back then when times were tough. They weren't really tough actually ... Are they ever tough? Maybe I was drowsy. Have you ever tried to read the Times while you're drowsy? All that small print and big words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  Okay, so here it is.  I call it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Poem Really Sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a life and I hate skinny ducks.&lt;br /&gt;This poem really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;When I tried wearing a mood ring, my finger got stuck.&lt;br /&gt;This poem really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I've never won the lottery even though I've only played it twice, so apparently that means I have no luck.&lt;br /&gt;This poem really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I got very excited just now when I left the restroom, looked down at the ground, and found a buck.&lt;br /&gt;This poem really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;This is the second last sentence and I can't think of anymore word to rhyme with suck so I will make one up and say zuck.&lt;br /&gt;This poem really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*applause*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-3452350650605488849?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3452350650605488849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=3452350650605488849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/3452350650605488849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/3452350650605488849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/10/poems-are-for-really-lame-people.html' title='Poems are for really lame people'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-2458731981421774957</id><published>2008-10-18T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:14:59.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Fellow Class Mateys</title><content type='html'>With reference to our Former Class Rep, Kathlyn's email, I would like to recommend the magnificent, awesome, kickass dude, yours truly, for the position as your much needed vice class rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I believe that with my charisma, strength, determination and just pure goodness oozing all over me(I'm sure you guys agree), I would make the best choice for the next vice class rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        That being said, I want you to know that Kevin's good work so far is very much appreciated by me and the rest of the class. However, I am sure that the general public(that's all of you guys out there, baby!) would like to have some new blood in the chain of command of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Once I step up to being the Vice Class Rep, I would make lots of revolutionary changes which will suit everyone to the best I can. Instead of the 2 dollars per month for class funding thingy, I will change it to an all time low, SIXTY CENTS ONLY! *fine print: per quater month*. Many more such amazing and unbelievable plans such as the one above will be introduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Thank you for all your precious time I wasted. I feel good about it since I'm pretty bored right now. Seeyall tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VICE CLASS REP POSITION IS MINE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-2458731981421774957?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2458731981421774957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=2458731981421774957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2458731981421774957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2458731981421774957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-fellow-class-mateys.html' title='Dear Fellow Class Mateys'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-2364196648282959965</id><published>2008-10-16T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:47:17.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it time to save the world yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear Computer,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  I have an announcement to make.  Are you sitting?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well go sit down then.  Go, I'll wait..........&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;C'mon.  Ahem.  Waiting..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay.  You're sitting now.  Good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now get the hell up!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just kidding, you can sit back down.  Really.  I was kidding.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fine.  Be that way.  Screw you too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No, I won't tell you what my announcement is now.  Yeah, I'm being the baby?  What?  What was that?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sure, now you don't say anything. God, you piss me off sometimes.  You can be sooo freaking emotional. Keeping hanging like that and I'll send you to the repair store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometime's I feel like this isn't working out. It's not really you. It's me. It is. I can be so unstable. I infect your world with nonsense. It's not fair. Not to you. Not to your mouse Tommy who feels the need to crap on my desk.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh. Oh. Don't even go there. You wanted the stupid mouse! They need walks. You need to walk them. Is that so hard to understand?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Guess not.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay. Listen. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. We can work through this, I know we can. This is just a bump in the road. A minor bump in a very long and wonderful road.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay.  Are we good now?  You wanna hear my announcement?  Are you sitting down?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kidding.  Kidding.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay.  Ready?  Ahem....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I finally have a pass in my Accountings! 55 out of 100! From a previous SIX out of a HUNDRED. Can you believe it? Me. Of all people. I feel so special. Like I'm actually doing something meaningful. Is it time to save the world yet? I can help. My accountings grade and I can make some noise. Do something important.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm not lazy. Screw you. You're lazy you lazy baked-chicken pie. Whatever. I'm sorry I even told you. Like you would ever care. You're jealous. Jealous of me and my stardom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yeah right.  You're not jealous.  Check this out then.  While you're out walking Tommy, I'll be saving the world with my blog.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Beat that big shot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-2364196648282959965?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2364196648282959965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=2364196648282959965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2364196648282959965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2364196648282959965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-it-time-to-save-world-yet.html' title='Is it time to save the world yet?'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-7501837448252217113</id><published>2008-10-14T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:47:28.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone with the M-O-N-K-E-Y, now's just the M-O-N-K.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am going bald! Yes, this is a realization I came to just now, when I was waiting for the train after kissing goodbye to my special one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Traffic on the platform was intense. There's always that one person walking in front of you who's just kind of standing there, day-dreaming, lost in their own little private state of complete unawareness(is that a word?) of the world around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there's me. Attempting to get to just the right spot on the platform so that when I exit the train I am no more then two meters from the escalator. And the faster I can get to this spot, the more time I have to read my delicious new novel. And so there I am, trudging, people everywhere, missing Gaiana, until it happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bumped someone. That's when I heard,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Watch yourself botak(baldy, in case you're a 3 year old kid who still, fortunately, hasn't been brain-jammed with all sort of crap)!", some malay teenager said as she was trying to pass by.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That was it. Of course little ol' me, the kind of guy who wouldn't touch confrontation even if it was a naked supermodel rolling in sweet jelly, little ol' me, said nothing. I just kept moving beyond the scattered laughter from the obscure passerby's group of friends, my ego squashed, just a little.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now I'm officially going bald. Of course I've known for awhile, like since after yesterday when I got my haircut. But things in my life are never official until some random person in the subway throws it right back in my face. That's when I know. That's when I have to stop complaining and just accept the fact that for the rest of my life, I will be known as .... that bald dude.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naa, it probably isn't that bad. Bald handsome dude, yeah that's what I'll shall be known as from now. My egoistical-self-maniac assures me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-7501837448252217113?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7501837448252217113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=7501837448252217113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7501837448252217113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7501837448252217113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/10/gone-with-m-o-n-k-e-y-nows-just-m-o-n-k.html' title='Gone with the M-O-N-K-E-Y, now&apos;s just the M-O-N-K.'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-7964962063693894616</id><published>2008-10-13T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:06:00.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this post doesn't have a title, except the one I just wrote</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Have you ever felt something weird happening? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's a strange question, I know, and you don't really know where I'm going with it. Most of you will read on just a tad more to see if this post turns into something funny. Most probably, right after I finish most part of this sentence, most of those most will drop out because you haven't laughed yet ... and you can tell this is going to be one of his weird posts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm surprised at the people who have made it this far. I'm not sure why, there are better blogs to read right about now. Someone just wrote something on their blog, the one with the catchy name - you know which - and it's this long story about the time their cat fell into the toilet and ended up in the jar of peanut butter. It's much funnier than this post. I'll understand if you want to click out of here now. This post isn't gonna get any better, I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hey. You're still here. Wow. Cool. Since it's just us, why don't I finish what I was talking about earlier. Ya know, the thing about feeling weird. It's hard to explain, right? Because you feel something and you know for sure you've never felt it before. Or maybe you have, but it was just so long ago now that only fragments of that feeling feels familiar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I want to call it an emotion, but I'm not so sure that's it. It's a feeling. Is a feeling an emotion? Does anyone know? And if they know, how can they be sure? Because it's what they think it is? I'm going to say it feels like an emotion. That's what I'm asking you. That's the something weird. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, have you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-7964962063693894616?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7964962063693894616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=7964962063693894616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7964962063693894616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7964962063693894616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-post-doesnt-have-title-except-one.html' title='this post doesn&apos;t have a title, except the one I just wrote'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-7270548987092016399</id><published>2008-10-08T18:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:53:16.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No I didn't forget!</title><content type='html'>...the pics from US trip! Here are just a few of my personal favorites, for the whole collection, &lt;a href="http://s365.photobucket.com/albums/oo91/ketchupd/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. Password: jasalicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SOyN8wZKw0I/AAAAAAAAASU/RZS6DwLvxQs/s1600-h/DSC02166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SOyN8wZKw0I/AAAAAAAAASU/RZS6DwLvxQs/s320/DSC02166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254730940156658498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SOyN9E1OuFI/AAAAAAAAASc/SIRw8DOko6A/s1600-h/DSC04770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SOyN9E1OuFI/AAAAAAAAASc/SIRw8DOko6A/s320/DSC04770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254730945643067474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SOyN9E72DOI/AAAAAAAAASk/0W_q8FTFA3k/s1600-h/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SOyN9E72DOI/AAAAAAAAASk/0W_q8FTFA3k/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254730945670810850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SOyL-Cch6cI/AAAAAAAAAR0/wPj2UE8RLs4/s1600-h/DSC04944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SOyL-Cch6cI/AAAAAAAAAR0/wPj2UE8RLs4/s320/DSC04944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254728763159210434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SOyL9_DrehI/AAAAAAAAARs/2G6LLiPG5cU/s1600-h/DSC02094i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SOyL9_DrehI/AAAAAAAAARs/2G6LLiPG5cU/s320/DSC02094i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254728762249673234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SOyL-DkjbvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/E_yJ4JQ1y2E/s1600-h/IMG_1336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SOyL-DkjbvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/E_yJ4JQ1y2E/s320/IMG_1336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254728763461299954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SOyL-ZKFtjI/AAAAAAAAASE/leBHfRnw02I/s1600-h/IMG_9469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SOyL-ZKFtjI/AAAAAAAAASE/leBHfRnw02I/s320/IMG_9469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254728769255880242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SOyL-cjGpEI/AAAAAAAAASM/9Xd0URw21cE/s1600-h/DSC04640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SOyL-cjGpEI/AAAAAAAAASM/9Xd0URw21cE/s320/DSC04640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254728770166105154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I miss that 10 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-7270548987092016399?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7270548987092016399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=7270548987092016399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7270548987092016399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7270548987092016399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-i-didnt-forget.html' title='No I didn&apos;t forget!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SOyN8wZKw0I/AAAAAAAAASU/RZS6DwLvxQs/s72-c/DSC02166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-6973757815768885591</id><published>2008-09-29T21:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:07:42.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And this is why I'm not talking to you</title><content type='html'>Alright, just to let you know, I'm still alive. That brief hiatus was because of these, and honestly I wouldn't be surprised if this next one is even longer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODoBdx3llI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/F8H-gwpLJCo/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODoBdx3llI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/F8H-gwpLJCo/s320/DSC00381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251452277385303634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling with Primers. And this was the arcade beside it. Suppose to be a soccer kicking thingy ... Or maybe basketballs. I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODoB2j_UdI/AAAAAAAAARE/RdSYuvf3c8U/s1600-h/DSC00388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODoB2j_UdI/AAAAAAAAARE/RdSYuvf3c8U/s320/DSC00388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251452284037976530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODoCGiP6CI/AAAAAAAAARM/10wXoJLtiBg/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODoCGiP6CI/AAAAAAAAARM/10wXoJLtiBg/s320/DSC00391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251452288325642274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish and Co with Us tripians(is this what we call ourselves now?). Please don't be frightened by those photos. Its not a two-headed monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODoC2mGPZI/AAAAAAAAARU/Z_-g0URZB7E/s1600-h/DSC00396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODoC2mGPZI/AAAAAAAAARU/Z_-g0URZB7E/s320/DSC00396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251452301226687890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODoDTnZ4mI/AAAAAAAAARc/Oj7rpJOdhmY/s1600-h/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODoDTnZ4mI/AAAAAAAAARc/Oj7rpJOdhmY/s320/DSC00397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251452309016797794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODmiJvrymI/AAAAAAAAAQU/rp7TlP2fEWw/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODmiJvrymI/AAAAAAAAAQU/rp7TlP2fEWw/s320/DSC00398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251450639919860322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picnic with Gapostles/Gapostales + Val.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, brithday celebration at Swiss .. Restaurant, or Cafe, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODmje96orI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qw8h7ECDWG0/s1600-h/DSC00426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODmje96orI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qw8h7ECDWG0/s320/DSC00426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251450662796567218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty, elegant, stylish. The neck accessory is simply awesome. Just kidding. You are too :) But of course the neck thingy looks good as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODmimbISiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/erzpPACygOQ/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODmimbISiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/erzpPACygOQ/s320/DSC00404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251450647618275874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to eat food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODmi7w_sMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/F4xKjeRcmtQ/s1600-h/DSC00406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODmi7w_sMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/F4xKjeRcmtQ/s320/DSC00406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251450653347131586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjusts for the chomp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODmjB5wYgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/QP9ViGlg-wU/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODmjB5wYgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/QP9ViGlg-wU/s320/DSC00407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251450654994489858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're plenty other events that took place. Hell, I have been out every single day since touchdown... Take today for example. Celebrated both Josh and Jas' birthdays. Looking ahead, there's the chalet. Chalets, actually... 2, 3 and 4th - US tripians chalet. 5, 6, 7th - class chalet. Gonna be real a challenge to keep up with all these, but I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODuLv-ELCI/AAAAAAAAARk/-F6lNf2uLoU/s1600-h/heroes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODuLv-ELCI/AAAAAAAAARk/-F6lNf2uLoU/s320/heroes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251459051136756770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching Heroes, since Season 3 came out. Oh-my-deliciously good. But why do I need to tell you they're good? You already know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. Heroes episode 2 beckons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-6973757815768885591?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6973757815768885591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=6973757815768885591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6973757815768885591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6973757815768885591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-this-is-why-im-not-talking-to-you.html' title='And this is why I&apos;m not talking to you'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SODoBdx3llI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/F8H-gwpLJCo/s72-c/DSC00381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-6799622067169542885</id><published>2008-09-18T11:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:05:19.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Thing</title><content type='html'>Oh, and for the photos,  you guys'll have to wait, cause they're not with me at the moment. I promise to post them up, someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-6799622067169542885?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6799622067169542885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=6799622067169542885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6799622067169542885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6799622067169542885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-last-thing.html' title='One Last Thing'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-8121988876992702584</id><published>2008-09-17T03:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:21:24.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaacck!~</title><content type='html'>And to be honest, I really don't have much to say! I'm happy to be back, but I wish I wasn't to tell you the truth. I mean, thank god I could see you all again, but I'm sad it's over. San Fransisco and L.A. was my home for 10 days, and I settled in. Living was easy, the 'study' part was relaxed, the sights were beautiful, and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;night life&lt;/span&gt; was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University of California, L.A. was even more drop-dead gorgeous. It may be the most attractive place in the world. The view you get from courtyard is a must, if you ever go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple Company wasn't nearly as overwhelming- it was like any other big companies really, but a bit more sarcastic and wonderful for it. The decorations and people in there are so effective and artistically simple, I think it's something every company should strive to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This taste got me wanting more. So unfortunately, I'm on a bit of a downer being back... but I'm happy overall. The experience was grand, the people were great, now on with the same ol' same ol'. The other places we visited were awesome too, but words just cant do justice to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back in Singapore, yet again. Anything new here? I spent my very small vacation eating like a piggy, getting goodies all over the place, and even tried becoming a maid(GAP Girls, you know what I'm talking about). Other than that, I really didn't do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're genuinely, truly, oh-my-god special, you got a ball if you're a guy, or a lip gloss if you're a girl, or a Jelly-beanie thingy, if I cant tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SNG9uMQttBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BNX-upbN96c/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SNG9uMQttBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BNX-upbN96c/s320/DSC00394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247183642126300178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't, that probably means I hate you =/ Or I haven't got a chance to meet up with you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-8121988876992702584?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8121988876992702584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=8121988876992702584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/8121988876992702584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/8121988876992702584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-baaaaacck.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaaacck!~'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SNG9uMQttBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BNX-upbN96c/s72-c/DSC00394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-7682271602040269754</id><published>2008-09-01T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:02:14.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I suppose...</title><content type='html'>Two posts in a day! A miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back just to add in a little more to this blog's memories. The previous Saturday, me and lovely c.s pau went to Wild Wild Wet. Being unable to swim(both of us), the near-to-drowning experiences were the main highlights. But Holy Infant Jesus, Gaiana looks &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;haaawwt&lt;/span&gt;. I swear, in her sexy two-piece, its probably what caused the sunburns on my back. Absolutely nothing to do with dear scorching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Helios&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-7682271602040269754?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7682271602040269754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=7682271602040269754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7682271602040269754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7682271602040269754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-i-suppose.html' title='And I suppose...'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-2749766893220427255</id><published>2008-09-01T20:38:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:10:25.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tetris buildings galore</title><content type='html'>Current mood: Anxious =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh alright. I didn't post pictures after all. Being the Kings of Procrastinators, what less could you expect? Too busy spending my time with everyone, didn't gave a thought about you people who are probably still holding your mouses ... mice. Anyway, the reason for this is because ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SLvj1rqQXgI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kMZYSpXUYNU/s1600-h/DL-N-03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SLvj1rqQXgI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kMZYSpXUYNU/s320/DL-N-03.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241033102768233986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to U.S. for 10 days on a study trip. STUDY trip, not "playing" trip. Yeah sure, it includes Disneyland, Universal Studios(*pees in excitement*), Gilroy Factory Outlets and just to brag, THE Apple Company, but at the heart of it all I want to learn something out of this trip. Something that I can bring back to share with you guys. Something that'll be life-changing, mind-blowing and thought-provokingly educational. Like how much we scrimp on food in exchange for other goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave on Sunday. You can ask me questions but god I don't know much about it myself. Slightly, I repeat, slightly, ashamed to call myself a US citizen. I will have internet so you won't totally be rid of me... but as for hanging out, duh, no. Half an entire month of Ng-free partying... er... at least I hope so o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, and if you want anything, let me know. (&lt;i&gt;besides&lt;/i&gt; vodka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise photos when I'm back. Tons of 'em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-2749766893220427255?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2749766893220427255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=2749766893220427255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2749766893220427255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2749766893220427255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/09/tetris-buildings-galore.html' title='Tetris buildings galore'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SLvj1rqQXgI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kMZYSpXUYNU/s72-c/DL-N-03.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-6680212846121236742</id><published>2008-08-25T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:30:38.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick bits and bots</title><content type='html'>Current mood: Lazy o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Procrastination Entry #5 ... Or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.S trip is a couple weeks away, I'm used to underestimating how close it is. This time I'll be prepared. What shall I bring back this year? Something from Disneyland? Something from Universal studios? Batman, superman, or maybe even a blonde( ... I'm just kidding, Gaiana! Put the knife down, we can talk!)? Oh! The possibilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, its official that today is my holiday. Alright, no its not the official date. The official date is this Friday. But I don't have school no more, no homework to rush, no test to bleed for. Dudes, I say we ppaaaaarrrTTAAYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Shall upload photos or something tomorrow. Too many overdued shots in my phone. Hang on to your mouse for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-6680212846121236742?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6680212846121236742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=6680212846121236742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6680212846121236742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6680212846121236742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/08/quick-bits-and-bots.html' title='Quick bits and bots'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-6079344119340411062</id><published>2008-08-24T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:25:35.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One love good enough?</title><content type='html'>Current mood: Contemplative ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Procrastination Entry #4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this for longer than someone my age should, but it's become one of those unforgettable questions that you need to find out... like the title of a certain song, or the name of an acquaintance. Well, I needed to find this out: &lt;b&gt;Can a person adopt as a single parent?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick answer: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Long answer. If you have the need to be needed, a strong devotion to care for others, a natural adoration of children, a stable financial life, a good understanding of your future, and you're a little bit &lt;i&gt;mental&lt;/i&gt;, then maybe. The mental part is from the general consensus that doing so is the same as throwing away the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, sure, your life will never be the same- but if it fulfills your strongest life goal and everything seems to fit, how is that bad? At 17, it's too early to even be thinking about adoption, or children for that matter. But I can't help but wonder, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright off to Josh's house to mug ... try to mug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-6079344119340411062?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6079344119340411062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=6079344119340411062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6079344119340411062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6079344119340411062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-love-good-enough.html' title='One love good enough?'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-6386970249316838188</id><published>2008-08-22T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T19:30:16.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take That , Econs!</title><content type='html'>Current mood: Good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Procrastination Entry #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Back again. The studies are coming along fine, but very slowly. Choreographing is doing good too, but really, really, needs practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the phone with Gaiana. Say hi sweetie. ("Hi")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did I tell you? I'm heading to US again. Well, soon at least. From the contact lenses spree, I think I'll actually have enough to even buy you guys presents! No more moolah worries. Thanks for sticking it out through these tough times, amigos. I'm fixed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-6386970249316838188?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6386970249316838188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=6386970249316838188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6386970249316838188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6386970249316838188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/08/take-that-econs.html' title='Take That , Econs!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-5028965590919631565</id><published>2008-08-22T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:16:06.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Me???</title><content type='html'>Current mood: Gloomy ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Procrastination Entry #2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back again. this module is hard ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of the teen-blog personality, so here I am, back to normal. You probably preferred that one actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-5028965590919631565?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5028965590919631565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=5028965590919631565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5028965590919631565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5028965590919631565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-me.html' title='Why Me???'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-1282967079218482830</id><published>2008-08-21T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:14:47.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Dow To Business</title><content type='html'>Current mood: Scared D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its crunch time. Huge amount of notes to study, fight scene choreography to prepare, and lots of packing to take care of. Its about time I stand up and face the music. Its procrastination time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Procrastination Entry #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh noes!~ I have econs exam on monday! And I haven't started studyg!&lt;br /&gt;What topic do I begin with?$? helpers? Go sch tomoz to study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout my fight scene? For 60 secs of fame? Pleaaaazze dont let it be 60 secs of LAME.&lt;br /&gt;Whos doin the choreographing? Well Zed orfcourse, duuu!&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I'll just be the one ordered around!@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-1282967079218482830?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1282967079218482830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=1282967079218482830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1282967079218482830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1282967079218482830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-dow-to-business.html' title='Getting Dow To Business'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-2754946163426714961</id><published>2008-08-14T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:33:15.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle of Nowhere</title><content type='html'>Last time I was here, I wrote a bunch of non-sense because I had better things to do. Homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what? It's crunch time at school. &lt;b&gt;More&lt;/b&gt; stupid blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty happened since I last wrote. Too much to do too little time as usual! Can't remember much but there's a reason to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you familiar with the serial position effect? It's some psychology babble about memory when it comes to lists. We tend to remember the &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;beginning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;end&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more easily than the items in the &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;middle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Try it! Read this once without stopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cat&lt;br /&gt;tree&lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;piano&lt;br /&gt;clock&lt;br /&gt;paper&lt;br /&gt;shirt&lt;br /&gt;apple&lt;br /&gt;dog&lt;br /&gt;table&lt;br /&gt;mouse&lt;br /&gt;river&lt;br /&gt;cloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now stop, don't look up, and try to repeat as many as you can to yourself. I'll give you a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SKRKafdXVKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/xHZEZUc-k1U/s1600-h/muffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 391px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SKRKafdXVKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/xHZEZUc-k1U/s320/muffin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234390485893076130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well how'd you do? Cat, cloud... Muffin? I'm out. Strange and true. Does that reflect what matters most to us? Lists seem to be a good jump-off to everything else in life. New beginnings are important enough to be nerve-wracking. Happy endings make us feel everything else was worth it. What about that chunk in the middle? Is it doing its job by being forgotten altogether?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you'll probably forget these words if that's true. And I guess since everything goes on, everything is forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I can't forget, for now at least, is my onslaught of tests. I have &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Accounting paper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; due coming Wednesday . I'm supposed to learn 13 chapters in a week. Easy enough. Negative outlook warning: I havent had a pass  in this module, so basically for this paper I need an 80% to pass. Why does it all come down to the end? This could make or break my hope for passing. Score one on importance for &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Economics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to handle the following Monday. Not very close to done on that either, but at least I got the first type of market down. Sort of. I keep switching it with others. I find it hard to figure out where best to start, since my notes travels back and forth through time via flashbacks. We're only meant to know 12 chapters, which would end up being about 10 pages. Why that little? Well, the beginning of a study marathon is enough to determine it's worth. This way, we'll know if we're cut out, just by our first chapter. Score one for &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;beginnings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm saving up pocket money &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the US study trip thingy. I'm still barely getting started, but this is the hardest part. My wallet is utterly thin, and the first few pennies, is always vital to snowballing coins into bills. I rank it only behind the target of reaching $300 to make ends meet. Once again, &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;beginning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;end&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this serial position effect more important than we think? Or am I in the middle of a waste of time? Probably the latter. Time to end this, and spark a new beginning. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-2754946163426714961?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2754946163426714961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=2754946163426714961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2754946163426714961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2754946163426714961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/08/middle-of-nowhere.html' title='Middle of Nowhere'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SKRKafdXVKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/xHZEZUc-k1U/s72-c/muffin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-1572654380410125879</id><published>2008-08-05T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:45:11.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets have more noodles</title><content type='html'>I wanna blog about today, but other than long hours of nap, staring at MOB notes, some gaming and a movie, I dont have much to talk about. So maybe you might be interested in the events that took place yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School of Business Talentime Finals, School of Business Club, Sub-committee, Free Buffet At The End Of It - Add them up and you get me helping out at the yearly(I think?) School of Business Talentime.&lt;br /&gt;Wasnt that bad at all. Trained my muscles pushing a trolley with boxes of drinks that weighs a ton. Sensational feeling of being hot(burnt my fingers touching the spotlight). And I even get to have hundreds of goodie bags(okay maybe just for that couple of minutes while I carried them down to the Auditorium).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well atleast the food after that was ... filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS TO ANGELA! She won a bunch of vouchers in the lucky draw. HAHA. Good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My girlfriend and I are setting up an online spree(contact lenses, really cool ones). Do take a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://sgcafe.com/showthread.php?t=52224"&gt;Online market thread&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://big-dolly-eyes.blogspot.com/"&gt;- Spree for your EYES only&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://big-dolly-eyes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Firstly, its the CHEAPEST IN THE MARKET. I swear. Take a look around. Where else do they sell trendy hot lenses at $15? Buy 5 get 1 free too!? Grab them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Zed went to Cambridge. If he's reading this there, BETTER THINK OF THE CHOREOGRAHPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-1572654380410125879?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1572654380410125879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=1572654380410125879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1572654380410125879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1572654380410125879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wanna-blog-about-today-but-other-than.html' title='Lets have more noodles'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-1894597851886531851</id><published>2008-07-22T21:30:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:53:53.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a come back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Its been awhile and it occurred to me, weirdly enough, that i'd like to start typing words here on my good old blog again.  Hopefully there's still some people left who'd like to read them ... Yeah there probably will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wish I had some grand plan to introduce my come back, wishing it happens with a big entertaining bang, but apparently I don't. So I guess the plan is to just ease into it and see what happens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not that it needs to be said, but life's really tough. When it throws you a break, you take it. And I took this Tuesday, 29th July for myself. Sure, there were loads of homework, projects, test and unnecessaries -- plenty of muggings to be done. But I'm sure the rest of the country was up to it, one relaxed boy won't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I relaxed. Phone off, mind free, room messy. Left to my own unnecessaries. I raided quicksilverscreen(.com) , picked up a large pizza for one, and was a human sloth for half a dozen hours. The things I've been through, you'd be so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kicked Joker's arse with Batman. Briefly joined Zhu Ge Liang in Red Cliff for a strategy exchange program. I even followed the murderer in Prom Night as he made stealthy moves on the victims. All this, with time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I spent a long day at home. Most of the time it's the same story- I just have to get out of the house! This time, I just had to stay in. I write this from Tuesday afternoon. Relaxed and content. And you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s, things(major ones) that happened so far, starting from the furthest I could remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dinner at Bars and Billards with her&lt;br /&gt;2) Mindcafe with the class&lt;br /&gt;3) Exams (man... coming up soon again)&lt;br /&gt;4)  A few movies with  my peeps here and there&lt;br /&gt;5) Rough It Out camp at Pulau Ubin&lt;br /&gt;6) IDEAS big and fun project, completed and presented, today (yesss! I looked real adult-ish in formal clothes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things(big ones as well) that are coming up:&lt;br /&gt;1) Exams (duh...)&lt;br /&gt;2) Capeiora performance on Poly50&lt;br /&gt;3) U.S. study trip(damn excited)&lt;br /&gt;4) Chill Out Chalet&lt;br /&gt;5) Class chalet most probably&lt;br /&gt;6) More movies(as always)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that pretty much sums up most of the things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah .... Pictures! Dang! The next time I promise. Hopefully it'll be soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-1894597851886531851?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1894597851886531851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=1894597851886531851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1894597851886531851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1894597851886531851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/07/making-come-back.html' title='Making a come back'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-2156176012834456054</id><published>2008-06-21T23:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:55:59.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much wood would a woodchuck chuck?</title><content type='html'>With much apologies to those sad, misguided, deluded souls who still visit this blog every 15 mins expecting to come across anything informative or of entertaining value ... or nothing much at all really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless you all for your die-hard persistence - and in which I'm sure one day may be rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to blogging about my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SF0rgPpCanI/AAAAAAAAALs/PdmOO8GXdGI/s1600-h/DSC00258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SF0rgPpCanI/AAAAAAAAALs/PdmOO8GXdGI/s320/DSC00258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214371776519367282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oh yeah, I f**kin love my job*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I had already went cycling with primers friends the day before, obtained a truckload of aches, and Gaiana was suffering from sealfluenza, we still headed down to East Coast park a couple of days back to ... cycle. Cycled like it was the last day we could use our legs. Had a picnic sorta dinner - Lovely ol'bread, some tuna to make my mouth water, weird-looking scrambled eggs, d-E-licious mayo(coz i bought it, duh), and ham to wrap it all up .. well, most of it was leaking out anyway but still ... It was awesome! Beautiful day well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SF0rg1Te4GI/AAAAAAAAAL8/cYGBrayfRvA/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SF0rg1Te4GI/AAAAAAAAAL8/cYGBrayfRvA/s320/DSC00246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214371786629505122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primers steamboat outing! ...&lt;br /&gt;I know, this was like a month ago or something .. but hey, better late than never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hellofva time chucking all that food down. Especially the tomyum part. Nuts, I dont even go near a curry chicken. And no, I'm afraid you wont get to see me poising with the prawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I'm glad I chose primers as my cca. Amazing number of fun events, totally cool friends. Rock on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SF0rheH4bzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LHTD4gXGMvo/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SF0rheH4bzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LHTD4gXGMvo/s320/DSC00040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214371797586702130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only for my special one, any idea where's this?&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright, you got me. I'm running out of ideas to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Well till next time, seeya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-2156176012834456054?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2156176012834456054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=2156176012834456054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2156176012834456054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2156176012834456054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-much-wood-would-woodchuck-chuck.html' title='How much wood would a woodchuck chuck?'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SF0rgPpCanI/AAAAAAAAALs/PdmOO8GXdGI/s72-c/DSC00258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-2392240060260752089</id><published>2008-06-06T11:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:16:08.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not eaten by bears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SEjY-m08I5I/AAAAAAAAALk/in0GnShXYMw/s1600-h/chinese-military-discipline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SEjY-m08I5I/AAAAAAAAALk/in0GnShXYMw/s320/chinese-military-discipline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208651539140060050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for human rights in lecture halls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, guys. As you may have noticed by now, I haven't really been around here a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not in the right head at the moment to do this site the way I'd like to. Life and school have become a fairly large distraction the past couple of months and I don't want things to be half-assed. I'm experiencing the usual, too many things, too little time, period of Life(oh reeeally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, this blog is at its best when it doesn't feel like work to me and I'm naturally eager to post the usual stupidity you find here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for the concerned tags and texts. I really really appreciate it. And to all of you who wondered if the problem was that I got eaten by a bear while I went for Primers camp, I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I can't give you a hard date for things to return to normal(what, this is not normal you mean?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, I'll be back when I'm BACK, and thats a promise *winks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-2392240060260752089?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2392240060260752089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=2392240060260752089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2392240060260752089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2392240060260752089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-eaten-by-bears.html' title='Not eaten by bears'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SEjY-m08I5I/AAAAAAAAALk/in0GnShXYMw/s72-c/chinese-military-discipline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-6272353819710262535</id><published>2008-05-04T21:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:54:07.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies and gentlemen, i'd like to introduce ...</title><content type='html'>In case you haven't noticed the love bites from our loving sun all over my body, I'll let you in on something. I went to the beach yesterday. Ohhh yes. And when I go to the beach, somebody will usually gets hurt reeeeal bad. Unfortunately, ... that person is me. Dang it. All the aches I've obtained ... Walking takes so much effort! Tomorrow, school is going to be crazy. Oh my god .. the stairs I have to take to get to class .. Oh god ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit sidetracked there, but what I meant was that whenever me, Jason, The Magnificent, goes to the beach, crazy videos are always a complementary product. Not everyone in the crew went, so crazyiness was limited. Only took a couple of clips. Here's one for you to chew on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1kq-ukoMAZo"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1kq-ukoMAZo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me follow up by Zed then Hz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy christ. Give me strength to climb the stairs ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-6272353819710262535?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6272353819710262535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=6272353819710262535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6272353819710262535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6272353819710262535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/05/ladies-and-gentlemen-id-like-to.html' title='Ladies and gentlemen, i&apos;d like to introduce ...'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-5691270347002737389</id><published>2008-05-03T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:50:39.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There ya go</title><content type='html'>Imeem .. No choice. This song is just too awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-5691270347002737389?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5691270347002737389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=5691270347002737389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5691270347002737389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5691270347002737389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-ya-go.html' title='There ya go'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-5705621928173682865</id><published>2008-05-03T21:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:23:20.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah. The wasabi is friggin hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy. Its been forever. If you're reading this, you probably know me, so there's not much updating needed right? Well, lets see ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's still grand. Still enjoying spoils of the lectures (sleep is always good), tuesdays are always rockers, thursday late night's gaming, yatta yatta yatta. Its the product of my extra well-thought out choice of poly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that I like to think started out with a big wig falling head over heels at the sight of my debating(arguing?) prowess, which of course resulted in a domino effect of position changes in the school, water cooler rumors, lucrative deals, and of course, an increase in my (very well deserved) popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cca isnt finalized yet, but you're not reading this because you care about that right? I swear, worthwhile news will be coming up. Picked three for a thought, and they're so awesome i wouldn't mind joining all three of them's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the English language. I question so many things in everyday speech, and yet poetry and metaphors grab me like the smell of popcorn. Irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I still hate the language, though. Let's hope Japanese is better. Oh, that's right, I'm gonna give learning it a shot. Hongze tried teaching it to me in secondary school, I remember. Broken record, I know, but this time I really feel like it could happen. My recent trip to mysoju.com and takopachi stores encouraged me more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm... do you have Facebook? Im on it more than I have ever been on Friendster. Add me if you have one. I find Friendster too boring - there's much less to do. But it's alot better for colourful homepages though, not that I have a need for them ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SBx93rBNdXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yb4j7CiIh2Y/s1600-h/shalala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 196px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SBx93rBNdXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yb4j7CiIh2Y/s320/shalala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196166465472787826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SBx99bBNdYI/AAAAAAAAALE/hbu5Yod3VU8/s1600-h/Heart_Station.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SBx99bBNdYI/AAAAAAAAALE/hbu5Yod3VU8/s320/Heart_Station.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196166564257035650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And god, my music tastes are all over the place lately. Right now I'm under the spell of Utada Hikaru and other J-Pop artists. This helps my Japanese anyway. Before, it was all about Brit-pop/rock and indie bands. Now I'm going completely mainstream... but in different countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Different countries. You need to leave the country, soon. Don't you believe travel broadens the mind? You get to experience other ways of living, other ways of life... It just enriches you as a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What's the point of this whole spiel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No point. Totally and completely pointless. I guess it's a time-waster. And that's what Friendster is. And my blog. And even Facebook. Time suckers, with no actual benefit. Well, arguably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I brought the mood down, didn't I? I guess that's the point of it all. No matter what happens, you'll see another up, as well as another down. Life is just a series of peaks and troughs. And you don't know whether you're in a trough until you're climbing out, or on a peak until you're coming down. And that's it, you know. You never know what's round the corner. But it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I brought you down, you have my sincerest apologies. If you brought me down, I'm fine over it. Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows if I'll ever update this again... hell yeah I will! But if there's one thing you take away from the many philosophical posts I've published since way back, I hope it's nothing about me. I hope you can Go Green. Yes, Go Green. Mother Earth is darn sexy. And we should all do our part to keep her that way. If you do, good on you. And on that immature note-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SByCb7BNdZI/AAAAAAAAALM/0XXKy6TNJH8/s1600-h/GO+GREEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SByCb7BNdZI/AAAAAAAAALM/0XXKy6TNJH8/s320/GO+GREEN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196171486289556882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SByCcbBNdaI/AAAAAAAAALU/3ACq_OG9qVw/s1600-h/greenie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SByCcbBNdaI/AAAAAAAAALU/3ACq_OG9qVw/s320/greenie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196171494879491490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-5705621928173682865?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5705621928173682865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=5705621928173682865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5705621928173682865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5705621928173682865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-yeah-wasabi-is-friggin-hot.html' title='Oh yeah. The wasabi is friggin hot'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SBx93rBNdXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yb4j7CiIh2Y/s72-c/shalala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-6639291791742256431</id><published>2008-04-21T17:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:50:46.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY! Your bag looks mighty hot!</title><content type='html'>The unsettling sensation of starvation is setting in. Settling deep in the dingy darkness of my dung duplicater. A deprived stomach. Sticky, stinky, and as soon as it's allowed, stingy... this unhappy heathen is hungry for heavy hordes of hell, not hashed to imperfection, but implicitly impacted, impeccably impenetrable, and impressively improvised... for an impermissible impression of impertinence implies not impermeability, but implants of impish attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want LOLLIPOP! This friday, its gonna be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SAxqUuSoGuI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jkidhDrjsHU/s1600-h/lollipop.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 185px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SAxqUuSoGuI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jkidhDrjsHU/s320/lollipop.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191641374707423970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was crazy. Felt sick and all from morning till like, 6 in the evening? Went to see the doctor and 5 minutes after i collected the medicine, Gaiana called.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, there was a shaft of bright light shining from above directly down at me. Warmth that i had been longing for since morning washed over me, reglamouring everything in my vision once more ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah like a fairytale is ever going to happen in a guy's life. Okay that was more of a factual fiction. What really happened was I went to the doctor, blah blah blah, Gaiana called, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND I felt better straight away. &lt;/span&gt;I'm serious. Like, snap, and I was strong enough to kill Mas Whadevamat. Now that is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end we still went to Plaza Market Cafe to have dinner with her parents. Oh gawd I felt bad eating so little..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SAxvZuSoGvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nGoJd_ZAyG0/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 216px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SAxvZuSoGvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nGoJd_ZAyG0/s320/DSC00120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191646958164908786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to everyone, thanks for the birthday wishes and presents and all! Yan Zhu's was the rocker of the day, but obviously Gaiana's is still the sweetest(no guns behind me)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would show you the awesome bag (in case you havent noticed it) that my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHAWTY&lt;/span&gt;(heck?) gave to me. But you would probably just steal it away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-6639291791742256431?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6639291791742256431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=6639291791742256431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6639291791742256431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6639291791742256431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-your-bag-looks-mighty-hot.html' title='HEY! Your bag looks mighty hot!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SAxqUuSoGuI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jkidhDrjsHU/s72-c/lollipop.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-6379048257303157715</id><published>2008-04-18T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:05:55.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Yeayea. Its my birthday tomorrow. I know it already so stop telling me about it! Thanks for all the wishes and presents. Yeap, now im 17 years young. Well.. okay technically speaking, its abit too early. Ahhh but heck, im in the mood for some booty-shaking already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh. Not sure if i feel like celebrating with her tomorrow anymore. Was suppose to go to beach and was SO DARN looking forward to that. But now, we can only meet up at 6. Then church, and its not like i love going to church you know, more to the atheist side? Jeez. Oh well. Will see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SAiTdOFWhwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ed0-mU4shcU/s1600-h/DSC00022%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SAiTdOFWhwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ed0-mU4shcU/s320/DSC00022%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190560700750530306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what does this signify ...? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SAiTdeFWhxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bvR4ExUWrsw/s1600-h/DSC00007%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SAiTdeFWhxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bvR4ExUWrsw/s320/DSC00007%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190560705045497618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, this photo is real. It was on the opposite block's roof. What the heck is it? Jackalman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-6379048257303157715?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6379048257303157715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=6379048257303157715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6379048257303157715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6379048257303157715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/04/yeayea.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SAiTdOFWhwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ed0-mU4shcU/s72-c/DSC00022%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-5378410451030517419</id><published>2008-04-17T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:34:33.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mistake</title><content type='html'>Okay okay, so actually none of it was as bad as i thought. I'm totally in love, mum's really nice, brother is ... still a pain in the butt. What can i say, my life rocks. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Contented and relatively happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-5378410451030517419?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5378410451030517419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=5378410451030517419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5378410451030517419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5378410451030517419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-mistake.html' title='My mistake'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-8426661758815027076</id><published>2008-04-16T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:17:36.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets cut!</title><content type='html'>I think i might be emo-ing for abit. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-8426661758815027076?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8426661758815027076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=8426661758815027076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/8426661758815027076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/8426661758815027076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/04/lets-cut.html' title='Lets cut!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-6069923460218690581</id><published>2008-04-16T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:54:43.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh eff this world</title><content type='html'>Siblings freaking pissing me off. Love life is crumbling. Mum is darn irritating. Curse everything ... wish i was someone else tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-6069923460218690581?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6069923460218690581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=6069923460218690581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6069923460218690581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6069923460218690581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/04/argh-eff-this-world.html' title='Argh eff this world'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-7308548654271282856</id><published>2008-04-14T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:14:07.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An ADD ON</title><content type='html'>Oh did i mention? Imeem is totally not for me. So then, i manage to find a better alternative. Check it out man. Plus, there's this button where you can click to download the mp3 ... Now now dont get me wrong. I did not say you should click it. Downloading songs from the net is WRONG when you're not paying for it! It will haunt you and fill your days with guilt if you do. Better to go to a cd shop and use 20 bucks to get the cd WITH a nice plastic bag, something you dont get by downloading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will do some fix-its to the farm song part of the blog. No time! Gotta sleep. Pens(keyboards) down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-7308548654271282856?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7308548654271282856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=7308548654271282856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7308548654271282856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7308548654271282856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/04/add-on.html' title='An ADD ON'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-5553248140342515118</id><published>2008-04-14T21:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:04:12.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think they were lying about the aligators ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SANgWOFWhrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7m9bVUG-qkk/s1600-h/mickey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SANgWOFWhrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7m9bVUG-qkk/s320/mickey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189097130514876082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is like exercising. The longer you push it off, the harder it is to return to it. And the thing is, you dont get fitter, no matter how hard you blog! Hmm ... Okay maybe your fingers does, a little? Im not sure if its even enough to account for. Wait, did i just mention account? Holy crap! I NEVER used tried using that word before. Well, i guess thats the fruits of having an accounting module ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SANgWuFWhtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/86rTj2iGgH4/s1600-h/safari.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SANgWuFWhtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/86rTj2iGgH4/s320/safari.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189097139104810706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week back, went to night safari with my cousins. Its my first, so I was reeeeally curious about the animals! ... yeah right. But the night air was fresh. Tramride was awesome. Toilet visiting was even better. There's a friggin crocodile in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SANgWeFWhsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IykSyxdv7wk/s1600-h/Pee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 183px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SANgWeFWhsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IykSyxdv7wk/s320/Pee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189097134809843394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think the restaurants there could earn a bigger heap if they put a little more thought into their name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SANg1-FWhuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/klwghFimB9o/s1600-h/ulu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SANg1-FWhuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/klwghFimB9o/s320/ulu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189097675975722722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ULU ULU SAFARI RESTAURANT'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SANgVOFWhpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r2m_OaNYk8M/s1600-h/bored.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 221px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SANgVOFWhpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r2m_OaNYk8M/s320/bored.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189097113335006866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools pretty cool. I like how school already starts and it still feels like a holiday camp or something. Not quite used to the 'no-uniform' idea but i will soon, trust me on that. Orientation was not bad. Beauty pageant was a total flop. And no, i did not take that photo above in remembrance of the pageant. I was just checking out my camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flag day was a challenge. Hmm, what else ..&lt;br /&gt;My classmates are alright?&lt;br /&gt;Nick just got transferred to the class. First break and he asked the other guys if they have cigarettes. The thing is, he asked every single guy, except for me. SHEESH! Boo! Boo to the smokers! Smoking sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures are a total waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SANgVuFWhqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/QlcJypVoJjI/s1600-h/gameboy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SANgVuFWhqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/QlcJypVoJjI/s320/gameboy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189097121924941474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, thats not me. Its just some weirdo on the mrt. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT ME!! FOR REAL! My gosh -.-'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-5553248140342515118?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5553248140342515118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=5553248140342515118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5553248140342515118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5553248140342515118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-they-were-lying-about-aligators.html' title='I think they were lying about the aligators ...'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/SANgWOFWhrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7m9bVUG-qkk/s72-c/mickey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-8271768503902894618</id><published>2008-04-01T22:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:03:27.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Date, "Man, I didnt kiss her, and i should have."</title><content type='html'>Dang I had ENOUGH! This problem I have, its seriously .. serious. Its bugging me like a a fly that wont leave a pile of shit. Well .. Its just a simile, figure of speech, okay? No shit in what im talking about .. And neither its similar, but in another way its similar, thats why i called it a simile .. What the hell am i blabbing about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i have this HUUUUUUGGE problem. Worst than the global warming. Worst than the problems suicidal people have .. ..  RADIOBLOGCLUB IS FAILING ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awright awright, you guys must be hating me now. Yes, i am exaggerating big time. But hey, its true it has been bugging me for a long time. I wanna share music with you guys! If I dont put up good music, it'll probably affect you so much, enough to cause depression! Therefore, this is a rather grave problem. Guess i'll have to switch to imeem. Seriously, i hate the spelling. What, I-MIM?? Who the hell came up with that crap name? Whats next, i-pod? .. oh right, it came out already. You get what i mean. And DANG!, how i love radioblogclub's design for the song thingy. Fits so well with my layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if you're looking for time killers(always on the look out), go to youtube and watch higaniga videos. ALL of 'em. Greatest crapper of all time. Love his videos. SO DAMN STUPID! Rofl, debididay debididay debididay!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, was suppose to post a survey thingy, recommended by jerome. Done with it and ready to embed it at the end of this post. So i control-c the whole chuck of html text ....... And i control-c the 'debididay' word, so now its gone .. ARGH!! Forgotten the website too! Will try to follow up with that survey thing when i can. 150 questions, all over again. Sighhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-8271768503902894618?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8271768503902894618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=8271768503902894618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/8271768503902894618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/8271768503902894618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-date-man-i-didnt-kiss-her-and-i.html' title='The First Date, &quot;Man, I didnt kiss her, and i should have.&quot;'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-553945787599985074</id><published>2008-03-31T13:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T14:37:21.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do ants have hearts? O.o</title><content type='html'>Holy cow. I really think im gifted. I am definitely not trying to brag or anything but i just cant shut it in. I can edit photos like a FREEEEAAAKING PRO!! Seriously, i think people are going to start hiring me to edit their photos. Probably pay me 10 grand per hour for that. I am just so darn impressed with my work, I'm having thoughts about selling it to museums and have my statue put up some where. Hmm.. You dont believe me? Aww come on. Fine, guess i'll just have to come up with the evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R_B2Fbjpu7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/_wrEsyLpMy0/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R_B2Fbjpu7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/_wrEsyLpMy0/s320/DSC00139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183773006772157362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go, happy? I mean, from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R_B2GLjpu8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/0PnUsY58Phk/s1600-h/DSC00088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R_B2GLjpu8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/0PnUsY58Phk/s320/DSC00088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183773019657059266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R_B2Fbjpu7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/_wrEsyLpMy0/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R_B2Fbjpu7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/_wrEsyLpMy0/s320/DSC00139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183773006772157362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, there's a huge difference, dont ya think so? Most people who are not artistically inclined will tend to not notice the finer details of the picture. Look carefully at the glasses. Thats just an illusion. There's really no glasses in the first place. The halo too, its actually not there in the first place either! How ingenious of me, you must be thinking huh! Well, ahem, i am after all, a gifted photo editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R_CEkbjpvEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/w0xSADJDwnA/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R_CEkbjpvEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/w0xSADJDwnA/s320/DSC00003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183788932510891074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got my new phone(yessssssssss!), the magnificent k850i. With its whopping 5megapixels camera powered by cybershot devices, trying to take a photo is now on a whole new level. It has an inbuilt accelerator(spell check) which automatically detects the position of the phone 3-D wise. Layman terms: MOTION FREEAAKING_DETECTOR! How darn cool is that!? Its arguably better than the iphone. Totally crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the weirdest thing is, my cousin who's from the states dropped by a couple days ago. HE HAD THE SAME PHONE AS ME! What the hell? And he bought his two weeks ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R_B2Gbjpu9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/nZFwrtfE-fA/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R_B2Gbjpu9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/nZFwrtfE-fA/s320/DSC00050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183773023952026578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ridiculous when we hang out. I have a feeling people think we're homos when we both have our phones out and messing around with it ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say you should have more quality time with your love ones. Exactly what im doing. Been hanging out with her so often the past 2 weeks or so. Quality time indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R_B5dbjpvCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/oEidfqquLVE/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R_B5dbjpvCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/oEidfqquLVE/s320/DSC00077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183776717623901218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just plain adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R_B2Grjpu-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/51kGN01elUg/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R_B2Grjpu-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/51kGN01elUg/s320/DSC00093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183773028246993890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought i wouldn't feel embarrassed about holding the PINK sword but i was wrrrrong. Chuck it in the bin 5hours later on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbarque/barberque/barbeque (how the hell do you spell this?) at Matt's place was nice. Caught up with friends. Chat dirty (yeeeeaaaahh riiiiiiight). Had some drinks (iced green tea and grass jelly with chicken). Danced a little (holy crap! Hongze can dance!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refreshing break from life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R_B2G7jpu_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0-oIvGl8LmY/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R_B2G7jpu_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0-oIvGl8LmY/s320/DSC00137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183773032541961202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Loy Kee Best Chicken Rice, the famous landmark to tell me to get off the bus when its near Matt's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right. I know there's a vid thats suppose to be done like aeons ago. Everyone has been rather busy lately, thats why. December, i promise, it'll be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Step up 2 is terrific.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-553945787599985074?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/553945787599985074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=553945787599985074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/553945787599985074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/553945787599985074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-ants-have-hearts-oo.html' title='Do ants have hearts? O.o'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R_B2Fbjpu7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/_wrEsyLpMy0/s72-c/DSC00139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-679129492544608159</id><published>2008-03-26T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:05:43.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pau Dynasty~</title><content type='html'>I bet you all are hating me right now. Whyyyyy?? Why do you have to blog again?? Whatsup with all that crap in your posts?? And you have to do it again??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we have Gaiana to thank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been quite awhile now, and loads of mishap, accidents, disasters, and other unknown turbulent forces of nature has been going against me. I've lost a leg, 7 toes, 3 fingers, both corneas, my voicebox and half my nose. You must be wondering if im kidding. Well i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, my life has been a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;B-L-A-S-T&lt;/span&gt; to the capital T. Though its been quite a routine - wake up, play, eat, hangout, play, eat, sleep - it sure is a fun life. But im wishing school starts soon. Cant believe im saying this but hell, i need something to do, as in something constructive? Now now, dont go saying, 'Oh my god! Jason! Are you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MAD&lt;/span&gt;?'. Hey, you ain't the one having more than 6 months of holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, i'll be able to rid that temptation to spend my savings - Gonna get a new phone. K850i, nothing better to wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i know, its over chinese(chinese is underlined as a wrong spelling in blogger -.-) new year, and im suppose to post a new vid. Sheesh. You people as desperate to watch it aren't ya. Well, I'm sorry. The vid isnt ready. Dang! I know! Will try to get it done ASAP. Probably over the next hols?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END .. .. ..  What? Its the my-love-life part of the post now? Aww man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm ..  Its been great as always. Fun fun fun! Especially the time when I had to smuggle Gaiana out of my house -.-" &lt;-- i dont usually do expressions in my post, but i really cant help it. Lol. Oh well. There has been rough parts here and there. Got through it fine thankfully. Cant reveal too much details here though. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-679129492544608159?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/679129492544608159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=679129492544608159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/679129492544608159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/679129492544608159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/03/pau-dynasty.html' title='The Pau Dynasty~'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-7564347115686987830</id><published>2008-02-27T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:01:11.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will SQUUUUAAASSH Kitkats.</title><content type='html'>So lets see what I'll blog about today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. NOTHING! There are just too many stuff happening right now. Cant blog them all, and dont wanna blog halfway.. It wont seem right. SO! Lets just shake our butts to the music I've put up!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-7564347115686987830?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7564347115686987830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=7564347115686987830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7564347115686987830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7564347115686987830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-will-squuuuaaassh-kitkats.html' title='I will SQUUUUAAASSH Kitkats.'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-7590781822538178670</id><published>2008-02-16T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:28:09.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot cupid back in his eye</title><content type='html'>So its that time of the year again. The time of the year where girls get a chance to showoff how popular they are, where guys get a chance to make a fool of himself in front of his dream date. Valentines day(dreads!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fret not! If anyone wants a flower, ask me and I'll give you one! You just have to pay me 20 bucks, and i'll give them to you for FREE! Absolutely no surcharges(i choose the flower). And, if you guys need a date, hook me up! I'll go dota with you someday(man .. i'm really desperate for something to do!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, so we arent doing so well. Lets look at the bright side. My valentines day was ... uh ... well i liked the part where ... um ... oh! dinner was ... err ... okay so my valentines day was bombed. No problem! It means we'll have to try harder for the next one then. We still have 70 more tries to perfect it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, our valentine wasnt the best. But atleast the arcade was fun, ey? You know what i mean. From the basting of uglified zombies heads, to the crazy moves on guitars, valentine day indeed has memorable moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy anniversary and a happy valentines day too, my lovely c.s pau! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-7590781822538178670?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7590781822538178670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=7590781822538178670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7590781822538178670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7590781822538178670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/02/shoot-cupid-back-in-his-eye.html' title='Shoot cupid back in his eye'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-2144926772658175671</id><published>2008-02-10T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T12:41:07.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rihanna Feat. Ne-yo - Hate Tha I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;That's how much I love you [yeah] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's how much I need you [yeah, yeah, yeah] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't stand ya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Must everything you do make me wanna smile &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I not like it for awhile &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you won't let me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You upset me girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then you kiss my lips &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of a sudden I forget &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I was upset &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't remember what you did &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I hate it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know exactly what to do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So that I can't stay mad at you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For too long, that's wrong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl, I hate it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know exactly how to touch &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So that I don't wanna fuss and fight no more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I despise that I adore you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy [yeah] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't stand how much I need you [I need you] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy [ooh] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I just can't let you go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I hate that I love you so.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you completely know the power that you have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only one that makes me laugh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sad and it's not fair how you take advantage of the fact that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Love you beyond the reason why &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it just ain't right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I hate how much I love you girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't stand how much I need you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I hate how much I love you girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I just can't let you go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I hate that I love you so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of these days maybe your magic won't affect me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And your kiss won't make me weak &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But no one in this world knows me the way you know me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you'll probably always have a spell on me.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's how much I love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much I need you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's how much I need you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's how much I love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's how much I need you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I hate that I love you sooo... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy [Hey] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't stand how much I need you [I can't stand how much I need you] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy [yeah...ooh] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I just can't let you go [But I just can't let you go, no] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I hate that I love you so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I hate that I love you so.. so..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. That pretty much explains it all =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-2144926772658175671?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2144926772658175671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=2144926772658175671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2144926772658175671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2144926772658175671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/02/rihanna-feat-ne-yo-hate-tha-i-love-you.html' title='Rihanna Feat. Ne-yo - Hate Tha I Love You'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-8281318996768145940</id><published>2008-02-01T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T11:35:44.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Asleep ... Or not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olevels results has been pretty okay i guess. 11 points should be enough for any poly that i want to go in huh? Too bad no cca points .. Grhhh. And they still want me to go back and help them with their upcoming concert. Sheesh. FAAAAAaAT hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R6KPuOArkWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VIAaYaaUgEw/s1600-h/DSC06164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161846147117715810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R6KPuOArkWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VIAaYaaUgEw/s320/DSC06164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attended my cousin's wedding last night at Park Plaza Hotel or something. Loads of food(I actually enjoyed the drink more than the food though) and long-time-no-see cousins. As usual, the endless fillers on how tall I've grown kept coming in. Yea right.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funniest thing was, my uncle was joking on how I should start saving up(200k should be enough?) for my marriage. Then when i see a girl that I fancy, three years, set, lets get married. LOL! Well .. I still need 160k, so i'll do everything i can to earn that heap by 25, so that i can marry you(you know who you are *winks).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R6KQ6eArkXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XHJjujbyJS8/s1600-h/DSC06165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161847457082741106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R6KQ6eArkXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XHJjujbyJS8/s320/DSC06165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup. Poked around the eye for a bit. Working hard on that 200k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much to do(I really do need something to do) lately. Facebook Texas Holdem, Avalanche, Dota, bla bla bla, this lifestlye is definetly not healthy. Anyone has job reconmendation, INFORM ME! I beg you .. *tears ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R6KPPeArkSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WtY_lhiaNVE/s1600-h/DSC06157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161845618836738338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R6KPPeArkSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WtY_lhiaNVE/s320/DSC06157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try beat that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R6KPO-ArkRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4g_GmhmP6tg/s1600-h/DSC06148.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R6KTNeArkYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/I1Eg_oWPn-I/s1600-h/DSC06148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161849982523511170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R6KTNeArkYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/I1Eg_oWPn-I/s320/DSC06148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's that clown?? I dunno, don't ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-8281318996768145940?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8281318996768145940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=8281318996768145940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/8281318996768145940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/8281318996768145940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/02/fast-asleep-or-not.html' title='Fast Asleep ... Or not!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R6KPuOArkWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VIAaYaaUgEw/s72-c/DSC06164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-6292544111422124186</id><published>2008-01-23T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T14:28:16.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketsu! Metsu!</title><content type='html'>Yoyoyo people! Howya doin' yall? I'm doing &lt;em&gt;baaaad.. &lt;/em&gt;The O's results are tommorrow! And i havent prepare for it! N&lt;em&gt;ooo&lt;/em&gt;! Give me some more time to go through the notes! What if i have problems finding the right bus?? What if I can climb the hill the school?? What if .. what if.. WHAT IF???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrhhh... Horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncountable number of souls have experienced this terrible sensation. Those gut-wrenching, palms-sweaty, light-headedness moments when you're alone(or not) and thinking about it. Gosh its worst than the exams it self. But this must mean that the next step in life has arrived ..? I &lt;strong&gt;sooooooooooooo&lt;/strong&gt; don't wanna grow up! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been slaaaaaaaaaaacky. I haven't been doing physical stuff for so long, i'm afraid i might grow fat. Man, Streetflow people, we gotta trick some day. And ofcourse finish up the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What video, you wanna know? Heheh! *&lt;em&gt;evil laughters&lt;/em&gt;* You will know by chinese new year(omg? so soon?). All I can say now is that, its not something little kids should watch ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? You're not interested? Sheesh. Who ever asked you, you big video-hater. You're probably reading this on your school's computer. Nice slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since my parents have gone to the states for a whole week, which equals to a whooping seven days, which also equals to a whooping 168 hours, which coincedentally also equals to a whooping 10080 mins, which happens to be also coincedentally equals to a whooping 604800 secs(not using the calculator!~ Its all in the brain), I decided to sieze this black(golden is like, so old-fashion :p ) opportunity and maximise my usage of this precious time to its fullest extend. SLACKING-TIME!~~ GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching &lt;strong&gt;KEKKAISHI.&lt;/strong&gt; Man! This is hot stuff I'm telling ya! Best anime so far. Lots of action and comedy(super duper uber funny!). Plot is really good, and very interesting character build-ups! Just the love the starting theme song! Humming to it so much!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.s Pau has been given so much homework since the start of school! Wish i could share it with her(jason! are you crazily in love? share homework?? sheesh!). Keep up the good work though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. There's a new playground in the neighbourhood. ITS MAMMOTH-SIZE! Oh my holy cow? Its huge! Gotta check it out some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Resolution Number One:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neeeiiiid tooooooo gaaaaaaaad eeeerrrrrrrrr jooooooooob. Noooooooo morrrrrrre slaaaaaah-kiiing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(crap - -')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-6292544111422124186?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6292544111422124186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=6292544111422124186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6292544111422124186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6292544111422124186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/01/ketsu-metsu.html' title='Ketsu! Metsu!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-4403883456640809697</id><published>2008-01-04T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:45:28.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's a good choice man!</title><content type='html'>And a happy new year! Had a great year, 2oo7. Its kinda hard to say goodbye to it, but I cant help looking forward to the brand new year. With all the wonderful movies coming up (Jumper, Scary Movie 5, Saw V, Step Up 2, blahblahblah), its got me excited already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On new year's eve, went to zed's place to sleep-over. Dinner was a big struggle for me - -' Lol. There was ox tail, some kinda fish eggs on biscuit, chicken chop, brocollies(spell check?), other veggies too, and sweddish meatballs with ikea's jam on it. Didnt managed to finish it all, except for the balls. Best balls that taste like heaven I tellya! Everyone should give the ball a chomp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DotA all the way till morning and finally slept from 7am to 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year's resolutions are .. I don't know. Will make it up as I walk through 2008. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come, stop raining already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-4403883456640809697?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4403883456640809697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=4403883456640809697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/4403883456640809697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/4403883456640809697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/01/thats-good-choice-man.html' title='That&apos;s a good choice man!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-4881893793170714372</id><published>2007-12-24T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T23:36:45.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents and SnoWOMAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Merry Christmas people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-4881893793170714372?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4881893793170714372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=4881893793170714372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/4881893793170714372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/4881893793170714372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/12/presents-and-snowoman.html' title='Presents and SnoWOMAN!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-5743172078755453628</id><published>2007-12-17T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T14:24:38.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is Jason Ng Zhong Yu, and I have a message for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R2YRRSLMsvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZoFfJcLUHHY/s1600-h/DSC06092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144818612951626482" style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="202" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R2YRRSLMsvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZoFfJcLUHHY/s320/DSC06092.JPG" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, thanks. I needed a reminder for that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix an empty pocket, a entertainment-seeking monster, and a bloke, what do you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason giving out flyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, was it not worthwhile! One thousand pieces, door-to-door, for $15. Worked from eleven thirty in the morning till eight in the evening, and how much did I squeezed out of the day? Twenty-three dollars and ninteen cents. Well, atleast it sounds long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R2YQ7iLMssI/AAAAAAAAAGk/A7p5DeKvBOY/s1600-h/DSC06105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144818239289471682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R2YQ7iLMssI/AAAAAAAAAGk/A7p5DeKvBOY/s320/DSC06105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention the five days worth of aching pain in my legs I've 'earned' too? Great, just great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything, someone can still make me feels so blessed. Had dinner with her in Billards and Bars(?) at the Rafles Hotel. Was simply AWESOME! The Green Tea cake was sweet. Strawberry Shoot is a must-try. Unagi salad is a die-die-must-try. The Open Festive Blahblah is a pack-some-in-your-coffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R2YUJiLMswI/AAAAAAAAAHE/X5_AvcFlhK4/s1600-h/DSC06109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144821778342523650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R2YUJiLMswI/AAAAAAAAAHE/X5_AvcFlhK4/s320/DSC06109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R2YQ8SLMstI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1WuG_U1WdDA/s1600-h/DSC06109.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say 'L-O-B-S-T-E-R'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R2YQ8iLMsuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/whvE9CK5HIc/s1600-h/DSC06111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144818256469340898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R2YQ8iLMsuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/whvE9CK5HIc/s320/DSC06111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season of giving is near again(sigh..) and with it comes many wonderful surprises install for eveyone! Enjoy your holidays and dont forget about my present! And I wont about yours too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-5743172078755453628?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5743172078755453628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=5743172078755453628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5743172078755453628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5743172078755453628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-name-is-jason-ng-zhong-yu-and-i-have.html' title='My name is Jason Ng Zhong Yu, and I have a message for you'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/R2YRRSLMsvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZoFfJcLUHHY/s72-c/DSC06092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-2896468065803174354</id><published>2007-11-28T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:59:56.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my! Its the Indian Purple-horned guinea tree, the green-striped hamster eating plant! Ahhhh!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;How do yu kill a guy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get him to jump off his ego and land on his IQ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for letting the blog go so long without any posts. Been quite busy (and lazy, duh) since its the hols. Man, I feel kinda bad? Coz I have a mistress and I'm totally infatuated with her. She keeps me coming back for more, with her hot action and mind-blowing scenes. Darn.. Her name is DotA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST KIDDING JUST KIDDING!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ookay. The thing is, for some apparent reason, DotA has guys glued to her like sesames on a bun! Serious fun. Had the whole gang playing it(WOOT!!~ Ownage! x) Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Had an arieal jam a few weeks back, and realised I could still strut my stuff! Hah! Though.. not as good I suppose. But hey, whaddya expect after 3months of mugging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with my love and her family a few days back. Oooomg! It was so fun playing the eyeball in the fish soup! HAHA! Freaked her out like a mouse. So cute! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pokepoke~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of going back to wushu trainings, so I went for it last sunday. Was hoping I could still do the kicks and all. Was doing fine &lt;em&gt;until &lt;/em&gt;I sprained my back. How, you ask? By jumping. That's right, just ... jumping? Oh my dear body, whatever happened to you? Cant even jump. Sheesh. Not my fault, don't look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owww.. Pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm!&lt;br /&gt;*in a song-like tune*&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get an ostrich egg!~ X 1000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zed went to South Africa a few days back. LMAO! Seriously, no kidding. Gonna get me an egg if possible. Ooooo!~ Im gonna have such a &lt;em&gt;FAB&lt;/em&gt;ulous breakfast, me and my nineteen kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope she's doing fine in her camp. Missing her loads already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-2896468065803174354?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2896468065803174354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=2896468065803174354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2896468065803174354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2896468065803174354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-my-its-indian-purple-horned-guinea.html' title='Oh my! Its the Indian Purple-horned guinea tree, the green-striped hamster eating plant! Ahhhh!~'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-6346987216443349948</id><published>2007-11-16T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:08:45.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup, anyone?</title><content type='html'>Sheesh! Its been so long since i wrote huh! The Os are finished! THREE MILLION CHEERS! Waaaaay easier than I thought, but that'll mean its harder to score, eh? At least I get to slack however I want now. Man! Is it boring or what? Wish some kind hearted soul would lend me Dota(sobs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still finding a job to fill up my time but it really makes me wonder.. How do I get one if I keep slacking around with my friends? Guess I'll have to work for .. work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-6346987216443349948?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6346987216443349948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=6346987216443349948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6346987216443349948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6346987216443349948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/11/ketchup-anyone.html' title='Ketchup, anyone?'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-1198875763835025355</id><published>2007-10-18T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:59:55.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction for .. Warioland??</title><content type='html'>Its my first time trying to scan something with this new scanner and it looks really blur to me, but no insults allowed from anyone please. Apologies for that inconvenience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Rxdjw30W3FI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SsQ5jd9z8ZQ/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122672792425651282" style="WIDTH: 465px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="197" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Rxdjw30W3FI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SsQ5jd9z8ZQ/s320/scan0001.jpg" width="449" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww~ I love the last one best! .. And ofcourse the second last one as well! And the second one from the front .. and the first one too .. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait till the Os are over. That's where the real fun begins! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18 more days to bear]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-1198875763835025355?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1198875763835025355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=1198875763835025355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1198875763835025355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1198875763835025355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-my-first-time-trying-to-scan.html' title='Addiction for .. Warioland??'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Rxdjw30W3FI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SsQ5jd9z8ZQ/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-6499018840568237214</id><published>2007-10-13T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T12:09:31.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The South American Giant Spider Monkey - A vegeterian delicacy!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ooo&lt;em&gt;oo&lt;/em&gt;~ Who’s that pretty girl with those curls! Heh! Feeling so proud of her. With her new hair-do and existing features and figure, does she look like a Hollywood celeb or what(though I haven’t looked at her yet)? Give it a few days and walking beside her will become a hobby for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies are still boring me. Cant believe that I actually did the amount of papers I have done. Just one month more and it’ll be party time. A math is still killer for me though. Sigh.. If only I have Zed's brain for a math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Special High Intensity Training (S.H.I.T)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In order to assure the highest levels of quality work and productivity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;from employees, it will be our policy to keep all employees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well trained through our program of SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING (S.H.I.T) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are trying to give our employees more S.H.I.T than &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyone else. If you feel that you do not receive your share of S.H.I.T on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the course, please see your supervisor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will be immediately placedat the top of the S.H.I.T list and our supervisors are especially skilled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;at seeing you get all the S.H.I.T you can handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Employees who don't take their S.H.I.T will be placed in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DEPARTMENTAL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EMPLOYEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVALUATION &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PROGRAMS (D.E.E.P.S.H.I.T) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who fail to take D.E.E.P.S.H.I.T seriously will have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;go to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EMPLOYEE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ATTITUDE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TRAINING (E.A.T.S.H.I.T).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since our supervisors took S.H.I.T before they were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;promoted, they don't have to do S.H.I.T anymore, and are all full of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S.H.I.T already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are full of S.H.I.T you may be interested in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a job teaching others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can add your name to our &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BASIC &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UNDERSTANDING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIST of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LEADERS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(B.U.L.L.S.H.I.T).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For employees who are intending to pursue a career in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;management and consulting, we will refer you to the department of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MANAGERIAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OPERATIONAL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RESEARCH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EDUCATION(M.O.R.E.S.H.I.T) . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This course emphasizes how to manage M.O.R.E.S.H.I.T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have further questions, please direct them to our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEAD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TEACHING, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SPECIAL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HIGH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;INTENSITY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TRAINING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(H.O.T.S.H.I.T) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOSS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GENERAL, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SPECIAL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HIGH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;INTENSITY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TRAINING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(B.I.G.S.H.I.T)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Now tell this S.H.I.T to 5 people who need S.H.I.T in their life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just not the same person who sent you this S.H.I.T .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have already had their fill of S.H.I.T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for your time. !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Director Under the Main Bureau of Super High Intensity Training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The D.U.M.B.S.H.I.T).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RxBE6H0W3EI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JWxRQxz6ZpM/s1600-h/379799xgt4bh6ga5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120668541642005570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RxBE6H0W3EI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JWxRQxz6ZpM/s320/379799xgt4bh6ga5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-6499018840568237214?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6499018840568237214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=6499018840568237214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6499018840568237214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6499018840568237214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/10/south-american-giant-spider-monkey.html' title='The South American Giant Spider Monkey - A vegeterian delicacy!~'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RxBE6H0W3EI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JWxRQxz6ZpM/s72-c/379799xgt4bh6ga5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-8048673209418896340</id><published>2007-10-07T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T10:31:41.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way!</title><content type='html'>Crew photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RwhERX0W3DI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iJojW_tgLFw/s1600-h/1_584699308l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118416041748651058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RwhERX0W3DI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iJojW_tgLFw/s320/1_584699308l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solemn.. Hah! Struggling to keep the laughter inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RwhERH0W3CI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8fXY89iSQOE/s1600-h/1_308261475l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118416037453683746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RwhERH0W3CI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8fXY89iSQOE/s320/1_308261475l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RwhERH0W3CI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8fXY89iSQOE/s1600-h/1_308261475l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-8048673209418896340?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8048673209418896340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=8048673209418896340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/8048673209418896340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/8048673209418896340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/10/by-way.html' title='By the way!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RwhERX0W3DI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iJojW_tgLFw/s72-c/1_584699308l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-1308228746991396992</id><published>2007-10-07T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T10:25:29.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduated Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Wooo!~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that this day would actually come! I no longer belong to a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;secondary school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! No more teachers nagging, no more fear for not having a proper attire, no more fear of 'bringing electronic devices', no more this and no more that! Hah! I pity all of you who are still stuck in it, but I have only one thing to say to you. Treasure your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww man. I'm gonna miss the crew so badly. As Zed pointed out, 'Friendship like this is hard to come by, harder than getting married'. Well said well said(though I could argue a little with that getting married part)! Lets gather after the Olevels often. *toast* To our friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Graduation dinner, I went on a date with CS Pau. Taught her some math(LOL!). Though I wans't sure if she absorbed much, atleast the time spent was sweet. On the way back to school(with her beside me), saw Jeremy on the bus. He saw me. He saw her. He &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STARED &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;at her. Hahaha! Was really comical, the look on his face. Oh well. My girlfriend&lt;em&gt; IS &lt;/em&gt;extremely attractive after all. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation day was okay, 'cept they could get more drinks for us. Was going so thirsty with all those spicy food. And the queue was horribly long and slow. But all in all, its the fun that you get while with your friends that's counted, and that I've got plenty to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon. Exams will be over for everyone, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-1308228746991396992?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1308228746991396992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=1308228746991396992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1308228746991396992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1308228746991396992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/10/graduated-kid.html' title='Graduated Kid'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-3230638142204633214</id><published>2007-10-04T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:14:38.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If time would stop!</title><content type='html'>S'been quite sometime since I've blogged, or even touched the computer at all. And to be honest, I really don't have much to say! The past two weeks had been great, as always(with the help of my little angel). Had a scrumptious dinner at The Beads Restaurant with her parents, thai-styled.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; SAAAWAADEECARR!~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the overloading of the table with dishes was a little too much to .. digest. Conversing with her parents was pretty nerve-wrecking as well, bringing back memories of  English Oral(the conversational part).&lt;br /&gt;Had quite a .. dilemma after the dinner in the deserted staircase(*winks). But&lt;em&gt;ttttttt &lt;/em&gt;all in all, it was a night spent well, extremely memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation night is tommorow. Wondering if my folks would attend it. I find myself quite hesitant to remind them of the dinner, hoping they might forget it. Through ingenious calculations and estimation, I reasoned that if they do not appear for it, loads of gossip between them and my teachers could and would be spared, especially if it revolves around me. A pleasant pro addition to that, little &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sus Domesticus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;might be able to join me as well, not counting the date in the same afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Still .. Guess I'll have to break the news to them soon, preferably towards nidnight(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam revision has been getting on my nerves. A-math's is still the teeth-screeching, hair-wranggling, neck-strangling, nag-attracting chore it is, making me procrastinate at every opportunity. Even groceries won't stop me now .. .. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Touched me, this poem did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most Beautiful Flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,&lt;br /&gt;For the world was intent on dragging me down.&lt;br /&gt;And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,&lt;br /&gt;A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood right before me with his head tilted down&lt;br /&gt;And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"&lt;br /&gt;In his hand was a flower what a pitiful sight,&lt;br /&gt;With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,&lt;br /&gt;I faked a small smile and then shifted away.&lt;br /&gt;But instead of retreating he sat next to my side&lt;br /&gt;And placed the flower to his nose and declared with surprise,&lt;br /&gt;"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weed before me was dying......or dead.&lt;br /&gt;Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.&lt;br /&gt;But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.&lt;br /&gt;So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;He held it mid-air without reason or plan.&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I noticed for the very first time&lt;br /&gt;That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun&lt;br /&gt;As I thanked him for picking the very best one.&lt;br /&gt;"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there and wondered how he managed to see&lt;br /&gt;A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.&lt;br /&gt;How did he know of my self-indulged plight?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see&lt;br /&gt;The problem was not with the world the problem was me.&lt;br /&gt;And for all of those times I myself had been blind,&lt;br /&gt;I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose&lt;br /&gt;And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful Rose&lt;br /&gt;And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand&lt;br /&gt;About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Credits to Pau x)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-3230638142204633214?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3230638142204633214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=3230638142204633214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/3230638142204633214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/3230638142204633214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-time-would-stop.html' title='If time would stop!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-8903858529759358470</id><published>2007-09-22T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:56:21.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milo and Milk on Bread</title><content type='html'>OKAAAAY!~ Lets start today's update with the long-awaited answer to the riddle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The number SEVEN on your handphone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. Guess I get to save that banana for some other purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-8903858529759358470?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8903858529759358470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=8903858529759358470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/8903858529759358470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/8903858529759358470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/09/milo-and-milk-on-bread.html' title='Milo and Milk on Bread'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-1782794406990638034</id><published>2007-09-14T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T22:22:22.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, boys and girls!~</title><content type='html'>Heh. Just because I haven't blog for days doesn't mean I'm gone for good you know! Say goodbye to those Ng-free partying, &lt;em&gt;coz&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm baaacckkk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(aww.. Dang!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, with a riddle. Thought it was really good, so those who can guess it, that is if I have not told you the answer, will get a BANANA from me, proudly brought to you by NTUC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I live above a star, but i do not burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have seven neighbours, but none of them spin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am visited in sequence, PQRS is my initials&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What am I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy oh boy! Love this riddle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Lets get on to whats happening in my live, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets start with exactly one week ago. Went camping with&lt;em&gt; ~Sus Domesticus Pao&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; and I have one word to describe the whole experience -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you take it literally or figuratively, it applies all the same. The temperature in the tent was scorching I'm telling ya! Wanted to bathe in the afternoon and my shampoo was at like boiling temperature. No kidding! Figuratively wise .. lets continue to make this blog a safe place for lil' kids. Naaa.. Just pulling your pants. Heheh. But still, I'm surprise me and her actually did &lt;em&gt;IT. &lt;/em&gt;Seriously, it was one &lt;em&gt;LONG&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;HARD &lt;/em&gt;night. Was soooooo &lt;em&gt;sweaty&lt;/em&gt; after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe that we walked from the Pasir Ris bus interchange all the way to Pasir Ris Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was an exciting two day one night trip. Don't mind going for it again, cept' I've to put 'Aircon' on me to-bring-list. AND(!), must remind Sotong(ya, you - -') to check her belongings. Tsk. A lost handphone in the first couple hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims have been giving me free dye treatment to my hair. I swear I've 1000 more white hairs than before. Sheesh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; math like I hate .. bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my GOSH. I have another speech to prepare by this sunday, and its the 5th or 6th speech within this six months. Man! Though I love talking, this is going abit too far, isn't it? Grhh.. Atleast its the last speech(I hope)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination Mode: Well, I'm going to leave it to tomorrow .. or sunday morning. There's still time for blogging, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE AND A HALF MORE MONTHS! To the end of my secondary school life!&lt;br /&gt;Scoldings from teachers; confiscation of handphones; attire check .. ..&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh~ Gonna miss those days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-1782794406990638034?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1782794406990638034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=1782794406990638034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1782794406990638034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/1782794406990638034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-boys-and-girls.html' title='Hello, boys and girls!~'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-2472430060891635467</id><published>2007-08-24T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T15:39:50.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp camp camp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darn! &lt;/em&gt;Its the exam period already. It seems that no matter what I attempt to do, the idea of completeing my ten-year series keeps bugging me. Guess I'll have to get back to it later, after two hours of nap, 1 hour of teevee, 1 hour of hardcore computer .. .. .. &lt;em&gt;Darn!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all those out there having/are going to have, exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME! Gonna have a two day one night camp during the Sep Hols with with my &lt;em&gt;special &lt;/em&gt;one~ Not gonna tell you where though. Heh~ &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exciting!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-2472430060891635467?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2472430060891635467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=2472430060891635467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2472430060891635467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2472430060891635467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/08/camp-camp-camp.html' title='Camp camp camp!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-6258455898568820902</id><published>2007-08-09T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T20:46:35.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy National Day!~</title><content type='html'>Oh alright. Time to spend some (precious) time blogging. Man.. I really wanted to finish my chemistry homework! Oh well. Guess that'll have to wait. Hmmm.. Where should I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, it was my niece's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RrsHnchd_II/AAAAAAAAAFc/_aAhFa9x4Sc/s1600-h/DSC06048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096675777552710786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RrsHnchd_II/AAAAAAAAAFc/_aAhFa9x4Sc/s320/DSC06048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. She's older than me by abit. But still, I'm older. You get the logic, don't ya? It was held at the Singapore Swimming Club, and boy oh boy, was it cool. If you ever think of having a delicious and filling buffet, super awesome ambience, nice chlorine smell that always lingers near you, and most importantly, if your pocket is tight .. You might want to consider 'The Palms' at the SSC. Totally awesome. Twenty odd dollars will last you through a couple of food-and-burps-filled hours. With Sushi, fresh oysters, fruits and even a chocolate fondue for your pick, you can be sure your money is well-spent! And and, if you wanna hire a advertising agent, make sure I'm on your list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RrsHochd_KI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XqZc4ivLnBQ/s1600-h/DSC06049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096675794732580002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RrsHochd_KI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XqZc4ivLnBQ/s320/DSC06049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err.. My brother. He thought it might be .. extra safe to wear his .. underwear inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a couple of extremely sweetening dates with .. &lt;em&gt;her. &lt;/em&gt;Gosh. I swear the cough medicine i just ate tasted like strawberry-chocolate-filled-gum drops. What else should i tell you .. hmm.. Naah. Private :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RrsHn8hd_JI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EWimaPbOtYA/s1600-h/DSC06053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096675786142645394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RrsHn8hd_JI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EWimaPbOtYA/s320/DSC06053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this alone, unfortunately. Thank heavens my dad didn't see this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RrsHoshd_LI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2LJU0zIQG4o/s1600-h/DSC06062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096675799027547314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RrsHoshd_LI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2LJU0zIQG4o/s320/DSC06062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RrsHn8hd_JI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EWimaPbOtYA/s1600-h/DSC06053.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RrsHpMhd_MI/AAAAAAAAAF8/LI8eCKzA_8o/s1600-h/DSC06067.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder there's signs of low intakes in the club in the recent years ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RrsHn8hd_JI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EWimaPbOtYA/s1600-h/DSC06053.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-6258455898568820902?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6258455898568820902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=6258455898568820902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6258455898568820902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/6258455898568820902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-national-day.html' title='Happy National Day!~'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RrsHnchd_II/AAAAAAAAAFc/_aAhFa9x4Sc/s72-c/DSC06048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-9090476581140963881</id><published>2007-07-31T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:25:06.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet sweet sweet!~</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps. Not gonna share much about what happened on saturday, when I went to Escape Theme Park with that special someone, took loads of rides, had lotsa fun, and we .. Naah. I'm stopping here. But, oh dear. I think that if this continues, I might just end up having diabetes. SUPPORT THE NATIONAL KIDNEY FOUNDATION! GIVE YOUR DONATIONS TO 900248.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad cough. Gawwd is it irritating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-9090476581140963881?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/9090476581140963881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=9090476581140963881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/9090476581140963881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/9090476581140963881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/07/sweet-sweet-sweet.html' title='Sweet sweet sweet!~'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-8534981925702778303</id><published>2007-07-20T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T18:04:05.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What better drinks than 100plus are there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cant spell 'SUCCESS' without 'U'! Then again .. you cant spell it without the 'S', 'C', 'E' and 'S' either..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;em&gt; fantastic&lt;/em&gt;! Really. I found another reason why you should/should not send your future kids to my school. Reason being? Well.. Lets just say your child will be spoiled for choices. I mean, check out our vending machines! You get to have .. lets see .. 100 plus without ice .. 100 plus with ice .. 100 plus that sometimes gives you carbonated water .. 100 plus that doesn't includes a cup when dispensing .. .. Yup! Take your pick!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Innocent looking cup of 100 plus, thousands of surprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RqB-LQq2EzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-jZS3XFJQEU/s1600-h/DSC00977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089206310846993202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RqB-LQq2EzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-jZS3XFJQEU/s320/DSC00977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 100 plus that does the strip tease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RqB-MAq2E0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/0HQkwAOmhSs/s1600-h/DSC00978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089206323731895106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RqB-MAq2E0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/0HQkwAOmhSs/s320/DSC00978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 100 plus that has ice on it (its usually a scam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RqB-MQq2E1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/uvU3tXu_-tE/s1600-h/DSC00979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089206328026862418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RqB-MQq2E1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/uvU3tXu_-tE/s320/DSC00979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude! Aint it great? Lets count the possibly &lt;em&gt;NUMEROUS &lt;/em&gt;advantages that 100 plus has together, boys and girls!~ 100 plus is healthy and .. .. and .. Oh alright. Thats the furthest I can go. I cant find anything else to defend my school's decision (hey, I love my school, man), so dont say I didn't try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RqB-Wgq2E3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ct4vvlGeuRQ/s1600-h/DSC00981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089206504120521586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RqB-Wgq2E3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ct4vvlGeuRQ/s320/DSC00981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spoilt for choices eh, Zed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RqB-KAq2EyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iLvGiqkmNFU/s1600-h/DSC00976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089206289372156706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RqB-KAq2EyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iLvGiqkmNFU/s320/DSC00976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, atleast theres TONNES of Milo? Awww .. Isn't my school sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RqB-NAq2E2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/UlXMYFz0kr0/s1600-h/DSC00980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089206340911764322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RqB-NAq2E2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/UlXMYFz0kr0/s320/DSC00980.JPG" border="0" /&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/34334346-8534981925702778303?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8534981925702778303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=8534981925702778303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/8534981925702778303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/8534981925702778303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-better-drinks-than-100plus-are.html' title='What better drinks than 100plus are there?'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RqB-LQq2EzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-jZS3XFJQEU/s72-c/DSC00977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-7146324551385115604</id><published>2007-07-13T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:16:40.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HohohooooOOOOO~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This particular post is dedicated to that person who has totally got my heart! *Winks!~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So if there's parts of it you dont understand, my apologies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days back, had a really cool date with my one and only, Char siew! We were suppose to have LUNCH but ended up having dinner, skipping the lunch part of my daily diet (- -;) Why? Coz somebody was reeeeeally late! Omgosh. I aint gonna get hungry anymore next time. Gonna get snacks while waiting for you :P Rahh! Was really quite depressed, thinking that i have to rush for tuition at 7.30 pm the same day. And it was already 5.30 then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Why dont just cancel it, you ask? I ask that myself too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after my 'enlightnening', cancelled tuition. Boy, was I glad I did!~ Otherwise, I wouldn't have those beautiful, sweet memories to playback in my head! Thank you, Char Siew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dessert at White Tangerine (Man! The black pepper steak was awesome!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RpdLCwq2EwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4bGbI2xnr_g/s1600-h/DSC00966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086616814934692610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RpdLCwq2EwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4bGbI2xnr_g/s320/DSC00966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup. Playing with our food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually, pretty embarrasing now that i think of it. Those people beside us were staring!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RpdLDQq2ExI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hQsnqtLv2B0/s1600-h/DSC00968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086616823524627218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RpdLDQq2ExI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hQsnqtLv2B0/s320/DSC00968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aint gonna share much, coz I'm pretty stingy with my food(char siew). Till next time, thats all for others out there to know~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-7146324551385115604?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7146324551385115604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=7146324551385115604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7146324551385115604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7146324551385115604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/07/hohohooooooooo.html' title='HohohooooOOOOO~~'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RpdLCwq2EwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4bGbI2xnr_g/s72-c/DSC00966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-7096148641305833710</id><published>2007-07-07T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T19:41:39.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food is a sin!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you call an attractive, intelligent, and sensitive man?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answer: A rumor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;----&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awwww&lt;/em&gt;righty! Seems like its been a long time since I last wrote, have I? Alot of stuff happened during the absence of my words (and probably readers), therefore, this is where I use my awesome summarising skills I've learnt (by falling asleep) in class annnnd ofcourse my handy camphone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh. Keep the school CLEAN and green, gentlemen!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The above I'd bet you've heard a thousand times in school. Probably from the teachers? Maybe friends? How about from your school &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;principal&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;who keeps a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dog &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bowel control defect? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Make that TWO dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why you should NEVER, EVER send your future kids to my school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro9yfM2WrzI/AAAAAAAAACs/7Jost5uzsyQ/s1600-h/DSC00937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084408384675295026" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="141" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro9yfM2WrzI/AAAAAAAAACs/7Jost5uzsyQ/s320/DSC00937.JPG" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro9yfs2Wr0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/AHx1Ie7kU-0/s1600-h/DSC00938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084408393265229634" style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="154" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro9yfs2Wr0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/AHx1Ie7kU-0/s320/DSC00938.JPG" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro9ygc2Wr1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/3Ak5Ar3Aqzk/s1600-h/DSC00939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084408406150131538" style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="146" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro9ygc2Wr1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/3Ak5Ar3Aqzk/s320/DSC00939.JPG" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro9yg82Wr2I/AAAAAAAAADE/jR_swgSmjnQ/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084408414740066146" style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="143" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro9yg82Wr2I/AAAAAAAAADE/jR_swgSmjnQ/s320/DSC00940.JPG" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro9yhc2Wr3I/AAAAAAAAADM/1A_3ujUTvUs/s1600-h/DSC00941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084408423330000754" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="109" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro9yhc2Wr3I/AAAAAAAAADM/1A_3ujUTvUs/s320/DSC00941.JPG" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES! Heed thy words, or thou shalt end up like thisss!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro90Ts2Wr5I/AAAAAAAAADc/-epAdMhQf7w/s1600-h/DSC00955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084410386130055058" style="CURSOR: hand" height="169" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro90Ts2Wr5I/AAAAAAAAADc/-epAdMhQf7w/s320/DSC00955.JPG" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fruit Day!~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna know what's the school is giving us as a 'token of our(the school) love'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro91ac2Wr_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/PcoWPJGG5k0/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084411601605799922" style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="177" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro91ac2Wr_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/PcoWPJGG5k0/s320/DSC00956.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though we've paid for it in the beginning of the year, its deeply appreciated, thank you. Reminds you that there are &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; something &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;bigger&lt;/em&gt; than you out there! Thanks, Mr. Principal! Your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is certainly the biggest!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro90VM2Wr9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/gN6yCo3qXvE/s1600-h/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084410411899858898" style="CURSOR: hand" height="135" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro90VM2Wr9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/gN6yCo3qXvE/s320/DSC00957.JPG" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm.. So this is how my favourite preserved fruit looks before it got ... preserved? A little disgusting, but I guess it does look similar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling the full impact of kisses from a special someone, my head is getting just a &lt;em&gt;little &lt;/em&gt;dizzy. I mean, where did all of the sudden wedding couples appear from? Probably my imagination or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro9x6M2WrxI/AAAAAAAAACc/Y7r5KbtyVG8/s1600-h/DSC00920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084407749020135186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro9x6M2WrxI/AAAAAAAAACc/Y7r5KbtyVG8/s320/DSC00920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro9x6c2WryI/AAAAAAAAACk/zB4dR0Oofo8/s1600-h/DSC00933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084407753315102498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro9x6c2WryI/AAAAAAAAACk/zB4dR0Oofo8/s320/DSC00933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really wish I'm of age to get married! The date's 07.07.07! Seven Heaven! Awww! Shucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's something which has been seriouly bothering me. A constant nagging in my head, prodding at me to find the answer to this extremely puzzling question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro91aM2Wr-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Kt_h7w9jru8/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084411597310832610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro91aM2Wr-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Kt_h7w9jru8/s320/DSC00944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... I'm guessing, its probably just in case, females ones drop off, due to babies' sharp teeth, we could lend the females ours? Darn! Am I feeling extra smart today or what!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-7096148641305833710?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7096148641305833710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=7096148641305833710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7096148641305833710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7096148641305833710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/07/food-is-sin.html' title='Food is a sin!~'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Ro9yfM2WrzI/AAAAAAAAACs/7Jost5uzsyQ/s72-c/DSC00937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-7831199037607089716</id><published>2007-06-22T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:11:08.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason is in Heaven at the moment. Please Leave a Message after the Tone. *Tone*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me smile; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like where to the point my jaw hurts. *Winks!(but I don't mind!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been great over the past couple weeks! Not going much into this(safety measure against pesky parents!) but I can certainly smile like a fool to myself! Nothing can explain much so .. listen to the farm song(the only one? huh?) and it'll speak words thats from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi amor I'm not sure of the right words to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe these simple words will do best to best explain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I feel in my heart, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what I feel more each day oh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to make you see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to let you know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to see how to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I love you so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With words you understand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words that get right through to your heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's a place to start Tu amor [tu amor] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will always be Tu amor [tu amor] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Means the world to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estarás siempre en mi corazón&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one in my soul &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I live for Tu amor [tu amor] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi amor, love you more with each look in your eyes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe these simple words will do best to best describe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I feel in my heart, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what I'll feel for all time oh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to make you see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to let you know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to see how to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I need you so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With words you understand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words that get right through to your soul &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words that let you know Tu amor [tu amor] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will always be Tu amor [tu amor] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Means the world to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estarás siempre en mi corazón &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one in my soul &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I live for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu amor [tu amor]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one I need in my arms &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe me these words I say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are words that come straight from my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do I make you believe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That the answer to love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's what you mean to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu eres la unica en mi alma [Tu eres el unico en mi alma] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo te quiero [Yo te quiero] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te adoro [Te adoro] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tus labios [Tus labios] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tus ojos [Tus ojos] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi amor [Mi amor] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu amor [tu amor] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will always be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu amor [tu amor] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Means the world to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estarás siempre en mi corazón &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one in my soul &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I live for Tu amor [tu amor] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo te quireo todo en mi amor; TU AMOR!!!!! Eestaras siempre en mi corazon 5 times! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll have diabetes soon~ Just plain sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-7831199037607089716?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7831199037607089716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=7831199037607089716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7831199037607089716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7831199037607089716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/06/jason-is-in-heaven-at-moment-please.html' title='Jason is in Heaven at the moment. Please Leave a Message after the Tone. *Tone*'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-4411659110046013331</id><published>2007-06-15T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T18:51:30.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cows and Carrots!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6_nQgFUiq4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6_nQgFUiq4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.. So much for my 7 consec back hand springs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-4411659110046013331?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4411659110046013331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=4411659110046013331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/4411659110046013331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/4411659110046013331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/06/holy-cows-and-carrots.html' title='Holy Cows and Carrots!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-8193651215225878405</id><published>2007-06-15T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T18:42:36.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From My Small Vacation from Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Shawn:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;My online friend kept 'ROFL' at me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zed: So what did you reply?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shawn: 'MIEOW' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. The above really took place. Hahaha. Okay. So what I've been up to lately? Hmmm.. Three days ago, Princess Char Siew went camping on wednesday. Became &lt;em&gt;reeeeeally &lt;/em&gt;poetic*raised brows*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Went ahead with the arieal jam and.. learnt that for jamming sessions, pasir ris is a no-no. Totally unsuitable with all the debris around. After that, as everyone was out of energy and bodily fluids, we went to my sis's chalet for some drinks, a few games of Bridge (out of about 6 games, I only lost one, even though I learnt it on the same day. Talent? Heh~), and a quick nap. Missed Char Siew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Hz and Vance wanted to do something really funny. There's this store in Ang Mo Kio selling pirated CDs. So, being the jokers they are, they wanted to report them to the police &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;they finished buying the stuff they want from the same shop. Wanted me to be the witness of their masterplan. Suppose to meet them at 3.30 at the Hub but .. .. .. .. THEY WERE OUTRAGEOUSLY LATE. What time did they arrived? 5 pm. Thanks a bunch guys. Luckily, I managed to get KS to come down and so we walked around.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed towards my sis chalet for the BBQ, in a journey that thought me .. .. the art of 'octopus-ing' - -' Utterly hilarous. Went to the 'red-house' too and.. don't wanna talk about it*shivers* Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Missed Char Siew again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so.. this leads us to today. Ahh~ Somebody important's back! Woohoo! Three cheers! Gave me the urge to write so viola~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really sorry for this extremely long rant that could last you through a tv drama.&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to play Neopets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-8193651215225878405?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8193651215225878405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=8193651215225878405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/8193651215225878405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/8193651215225878405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-from-my-small-vacation-from.html' title='Back From My Small Vacation from Reality'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-4201613276710615700</id><published>2007-06-11T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:30:24.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Raised Eyebrows*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Rm1Hri--GfI/AAAAAAAAACE/aXbMEVxagYQ/s1600-h/DSC00858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074791168567286258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Rm1Hri--GfI/AAAAAAAAACE/aXbMEVxagYQ/s320/DSC00858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Rm1HsS--GhI/AAAAAAAAACU/nq54AhtSnQs/s1600-h/DSC00891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074791181452188178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Rm1HsS--GhI/AAAAAAAAACU/nq54AhtSnQs/s320/DSC00891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I'm having my own franchise now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Rm1Hry--GgI/AAAAAAAAACM/4cRc6iCaaSI/s1600-h/DSC00918.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-4201613276710615700?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4201613276710615700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=4201613276710615700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/4201613276710615700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/4201613276710615700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/06/raised-eyebrows.html' title='*Raised Eyebrows*'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/Rm1Hri--GfI/AAAAAAAAACE/aXbMEVxagYQ/s72-c/DSC00858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-2264885425971589746</id><published>2007-06-09T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:03:12.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I been doing??</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. To answer the above question, I dunno myself. Guess I am just doing my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;These days, though its the holis, boy! do I miss those stressful times! .. .. .. On second thought, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I'm going on full steam with my trickings and, woah! Its attracting a crowd! Hmm.. Maybe one day I'm gonna be famous. So you would like to consider keeping the tissues I've just thrown away with my flu germs on it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a slight flu! Nooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Germs 1 Jason 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major plans next week:&lt;br /&gt;~Monday: Date(?) with Little Char Siew&lt;br /&gt;~Tuesday: Date(?) with mum to visit Grandma&lt;br /&gt;~Wednesday: Whole day of fun with SF and UD.&lt;br /&gt;~Thursday: Chalet and BBQ&lt;br /&gt;~Fri: Cry and worry for my wallet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Some videos that caught my attention. And that is saying something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention catcher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=hqSKWqpZTnA"&gt;One&lt;/a&gt; -- LOL! Is that for real? I have such a good impreesion of lil kids .. Used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=AYxu_MQSTTY&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Two&lt;/a&gt; -- Lol. Laughed at this a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=H2WsGerZLrE"&gt;Three&lt;/a&gt; -- WTF??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=k8rRFFi_stY"&gt;Four&lt;/a&gt; -- Salute to them. Admiration. Dont need to watch the whole thing (pretty boring except fpr the first 5mins) but do join the thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-2264885425971589746?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2264885425971589746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=2264885425971589746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2264885425971589746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/2264885425971589746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-have-i-been-doing.html' title='What have I been doing??'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-5073946872011956359</id><published>2007-06-06T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:05:53.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errr...Video talk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7w77iKW_NAo"&gt;Something i managed to figure out today.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something reallllllllllyyyyyy cuute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cR1zgNHUusE&amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fmyspace%2Ecom%2Fchrisho"&gt;Video One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVWzZ_lZKTU"&gt;Video Two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12Z6pWhM6TA&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Video Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~~&lt;br /&gt;Done for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-5073946872011956359?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5073946872011956359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=5073946872011956359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5073946872011956359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5073946872011956359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/06/errr.html' title='Errr...Video talk?'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-7370971899916721853</id><published>2007-06-06T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:28:54.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a drama? It sure is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Better to try and die, than to not try at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-----&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah! Whoever said life was boring, choke on your words when you're in my life. Got a job offer from Raynier. Freelance model? I mean, who would've thought such opportunities would appear at my doorsteps! Oh well. Might as well get the experience. Just hope I dont flunk my Ordinary levels. Hmmm.. One step closer to my closest goal! 250k, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done by Zed, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwv2T5Hvokw"&gt;the vid I promised&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Pens down(figuratively) for me. Back aches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-7370971899916721853?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7370971899916721853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=7370971899916721853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7370971899916721853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/7370971899916721853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/06/lifes-drama-it-sure-is.html' title='Life&apos;s a drama? It sure is!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-5099891983050027408</id><published>2007-06-05T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T17:11:12.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be? I'm dying?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;An unsettling sensation of starvation is setting in. Settling deep down in the dingy darkness of my dung duplicater. A deprived stomach. Sticky, stinky, and as soon as it's allowed, stingy... this unhappy heathen is hungry for heavy hordes of hell, not abashed to imperfection, but implicitly impacted, impeccably impenetrable, and impressively improvised... for an impermissible impression of impertinence implies not impermeability, but implants of impish attitude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want a Guitar Hero II 360.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RmUnhy--GeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QTyyRta8D1o/s1600-h/guitar_hero_2_xbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072504016877787618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RmUnhy--GeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QTyyRta8D1o/s320/guitar_hero_2_xbox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-5099891983050027408?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5099891983050027408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=5099891983050027408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5099891983050027408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5099891983050027408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/06/could-it-be-im-dying.html' title='Could it be? I&apos;m dying?'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RmUnhy--GeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QTyyRta8D1o/s72-c/guitar_hero_2_xbox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-5521020953844660710</id><published>2007-06-04T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:23:54.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's.. she's.. SHE'S ALIIIVVVEE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't fail. I just found 2000 ways how not to make a lightbulb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okkkkkaaayyyyy!! So I'm back from no-blogging-land, yet again. Anything new here? I spent my very small vacation eating like a piggy and taking money from my aunts, uncles, and cousins. They love gambling over there. Just came back from a tough training at sentosa.. Attending my holiday lessons.. Trying to grab all seats for all the cool movies coming out this month(Wallet: OUCH!).. Other than that, I really didn't do much. Hmm.. Mr.Pictures here wanna talk? What did you say? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matt's always on top for obvious reasons..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RmQcNxZSvgI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ex3Xqo9Pr0A/s1600-h/P1040033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072210103249321474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RmQcNxZSvgI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ex3Xqo9Pr0A/s320/P1040033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mighty O'Shawn!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RmQcOBZSvhI/AAAAAAAAABM/z899YfbvM_E/s1600-h/P1040040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072210107544288786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RmQcOBZSvhI/AAAAAAAAABM/z899YfbvM_E/s320/P1040040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mighty O'Zed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RmQcORZSviI/AAAAAAAAABU/z1y6j9sEcP0/s1600-h/P1040042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072210111839256098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RmQcORZSviI/AAAAAAAAABU/z1y6j9sEcP0/s320/P1040042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mighty O'.. .. ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RmQcOhZSvjI/AAAAAAAAABc/3r38stVQ2HU/s1600-h/P1040046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072210116134223410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RmQcOhZSvjI/AAAAAAAAABc/3r38stVQ2HU/s320/P1040046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mighty O'.. .. ZED AND ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RmQdLRZSvkI/AAAAAAAAABk/QaYzAuPzZZ4/s1600-h/P1040049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072211159811276354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RmQdLRZSvkI/AAAAAAAAABk/QaYzAuPzZZ4/s320/P1040049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Human clown performances! Three cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RmQdLhZSvlI/AAAAAAAAABs/8TADJ90t_1U/s1600-h/P1040050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072211164106243666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RmQdLhZSvlI/AAAAAAAAABs/8TADJ90t_1U/s320/P1040050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whyyyyee??!! Why am i with this bunch of people!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RmQaORZSveI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3mVf9NA2HYk/s1600-h/P1040028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072207912816000482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RmQaORZSveI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3mVf9NA2HYk/s320/P1040028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Human Pyramid!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RmQcNhZSvfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/f1SeAYOd3pA/s1600-h/P1040029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072210098954354162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RmQcNhZSvfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/f1SeAYOd3pA/s320/P1040029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Human .. .. .. World Trade Centre!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promise videos. Soon i hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-5521020953844660710?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5521020953844660710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=5521020953844660710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5521020953844660710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/5521020953844660710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-didnt-fail.html' title='She&apos;s.. she&apos;s.. SHE&apos;S ALIIIVVVEE!!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ju2_3XnmHhY/RmQcNxZSvgI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ex3Xqo9Pr0A/s72-c/P1040033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-117042441282004467</id><published>2007-02-02T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T21:53:32.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew, Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2520/3782/1600/612525/DSC00848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2520/3782/320/83581/DSC00848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Holy crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the start of school(another WHOLE YEAR! Damn!) came lots of homework. With lots of homework, comes lots of procrastination. With lots of procrastination... well, here comes me? Here I am! Once again! To blare you with my endless and non-stop complains. Argh. What a procrastinator i am! Gotta change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh yeah, at tuition centres ALL AROUND THIS HUGE/SMALL COUNTRY! No I'm serious! The good ones are scarttered all over! Frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know about the fact that the "Vintage" that just came out captured my 5 (Okay 4 actually. I didnt taste it.) senses?? How about the fact that my friend GOT IT ALREADY? How about the fact that i'm gonna get one ASAP? Wait wait ... Do you even know what i'm talking about? Well words just cant describe this. Let the visuals do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ellusionist.com/order/series1800/"&gt;VISUALS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of 'Fruit Day'? BET YOU DIDN'T! Its just some really wierd day (once a month) where the teachers give you a couple of fruits for breakfast as 'a symbol of our(the school) loce and care for you'. Verbal diarrhoea! We paid for those in the miscellenious fees! Man, you'd though it was a four-week holiday in some far away Tiki island or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 weeks of intensive research in some remote jungles in the Lion City (canteen), I finally found the reason, as to why me and my fellow school mates are so darn childish(Oooo.. So you didnt think i heard you saying that? Hah!). Well, it seems that every school recess, the people in the AV broadcast this ... extremely entertaining programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2520/3782/1600/846979/DSC00851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2520/3782/320/232483/DSC00851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sheesh. No wonder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2520/3782/1600/82435/DSC00855.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-117042441282004467?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/117042441282004467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=117042441282004467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/117042441282004467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/117042441282004467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/02/phew-back_02.html' title='Phew, Back!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-116929855819296832</id><published>2007-01-20T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T21:09:18.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY... ... Happy Day to everyone!</title><content type='html'>Did I ever tell you that straws could hold such powerful values? Did I tell you too, about how you could be willing to hold your bladder, just so a few minutes of time could be traded in for? How about how the sun could shine so pleasantly despite the UV rays killing you skin cell? Well, I could tell you one thing for sure, if i haven't told you (probably not, since I don't remember telling anyone yet) , that yesterday WAS AWESOME!!! I mean, finally getting to ... okay I'm not TELLING you anymore. Personal stuffs *evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's up with my life. Just homework, homework, ...and... homework. Darn! Oh well. Cant help it i guess. To beat the stress down, I managed to squeeze some time for my NFS and DjMax. You don't know just how MUCH it did for me. Then... guess what? Just when I thought I had the best game I could ever get my hands on( DjMax Portable), I saw this on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2520/3782/1600/521878/hardestgameevar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2520/3782/320/950926/hardestgameevar2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, HEY! YOU GUYS WHO PRODUCE GAMES! I'M NOT DONE WITH ONE YET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sorry for the caps. A bit pissed off with the DARN GOOD SONGS IN IT! Oh well. Patience is the key.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-116929855819296832?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/116929855819296832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=116929855819296832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/116929855819296832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/116929855819296832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-happy-day-to-everyone.html' title='HAPPY... ... Happy Day to everyone!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-116886964374343620</id><published>2007-01-15T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:00:43.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued... I guess</title><content type='html'>Nothing much today. Bowled. Went home. Lalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-116886964374343620?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/116886964374343620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=116886964374343620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/116886964374343620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/116886964374343620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/01/continued-i-guess.html' title='Continued... I guess'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-116835417021042886</id><published>2007-01-09T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:51:33.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Long Time Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am extremely well-versed at multi-tasking. I can talk and piss you off both at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. So it has indeed been very long since I last blogged(as constantly reminded by the guy sitting infront of me in class), so i shall now attempt to correct this...sin I've committed(or so it seems). And 'tadaa!', that leads me to where i am now, infront of the computer killing my eye cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. When will I ever be able to be good enough for her? Is seperation the only solution? With all the ongoing schoolwork and personal problems, how long more will i take before I lose my self-denial facade? Take the blows, or leave everything behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-116835417021042886?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/116835417021042886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=116835417021042886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/116835417021042886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/116835417021042886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/01/long-long-time-ago_09.html' title='A Long Long Time Ago...'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-116835378096167691</id><published>2007-01-09T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:46:48.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Long Time Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am extremely well-versed at multi-tasking. I can talk and piss you off both at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;Okay okay. So it has indeed been very long since I last blogged(as constantly reminded by the guy sitting infront of me in class), so i shall now attempt to correct this...sin I've committed(or so it seems). And 'tadaa!', that leads me to where i am now, infront of the computer killing my eye cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. When will I ever be able to be good enough for her? Is seperation the only solution? With all the ongoing schoolwork and personal problems, how long more will i take before I lose my self-denial facade? Take the blows, or leave everything behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           To be continued...&lt;font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-116835378096167691?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/116835378096167691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=116835378096167691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/116835378096167691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/116835378096167691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/01/long-long-time-ago.html' title='Long Long Time Ago...'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-116783492428879777</id><published>2007-01-03T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:35:24.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin My world!!</title><content type='html'>Plenty happened with the chalet(wonderful absolutely!) and christmas heaps (that pile looks healthy!), but i guess since now I'm SIXTEEN, that justifies me watching all the oh-my-god-awesome movies huh? AAWEESOME!! As always, then again there's the dark side. With the Os looming over my neck this year, less fun less fun less fun... But not to worry with the releasing of HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HOLLOWS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2520/3782/1600/70315/DHallows.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2520/3782/320/407036/DHallows.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for it! For fans alike, its coming out soon about 4 or 5 months so watch out! Personal life has been a roller coaster (once again??) so no comments. Ohwell. Hope Thoedore doesn't kick my ars* or something? Agree agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-116783492428879777?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/116783492428879777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=116783492428879777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/116783492428879777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/116783492428879777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2007/01/spin-my-world.html' title='Spin My world!!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334346.post-116705435826297669</id><published>2006-12-25T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T21:45:58.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CHRISTMAS AND MERRY NEW YEAR!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Busy month, huh? Well the hard part is over. It's Christmas, and all of our responsibilities are behind us. Celebrate some. Drink a bit. Let loose. Happy holidays to you all, I hope the rest of the year is the best of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Djmax! Love it! (you know who you are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334346-116705435826297669?l=theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/116705435826297669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334346&amp;postID=116705435826297669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/116705435826297669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334346/posts/default/116705435826297669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theketchupdestiny.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-christmas-and-merry-new-year.html' title='HAPPY CHRISTMAS AND MERRY NEW YEAR!!'/><author><name>StreetFlow-[Jaz]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851902402830837029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2520/3782/1600/KISSME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
