<?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-7712823</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:16:56.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I call upon the spirit of wootar</title><subtitle type='html'>** My boring life ahead **</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-7593813464326655025</id><published>2011-01-24T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T11:50:30.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just feel like typing again.</title><content type='html'>So it seems like I'll only blog once every year or so, looking back at my previous posts, I realised I'm a different person from who I was when I wrote those. Some things change, some things still remain the same. Mostly my pessimism about life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time of writing, I am currently a NEET (Not in Employment, Education or Training) The glorious life of being a bum, freeloading off my mum. I wonder how I'll feel the next time I decide to look back at this blog and remember the time I was living the life. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully, by the time I return, I would have some accomplishments. One of which would be to find a girlfriend, something I struggle with since puberty. Another thing I hope I would have done is getting a degree, or in process of getting one. Not that it's impossible to work in Singapore or anywhere else without one. It's just something good to have, something nice on the resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone gets to go to a large company with huge benefits and amazing starting pay. Not everyone performs top of the class and gets a scholarship. Not everyone performs incredible at work and impresses their boss. There's always the average joe, there's always someone like me. Some things are just out of the normal person's reach. Sure some of these 'normals' get it if they try hard enough, but then they won't be considered normal if they succeed. Because the act of succeeding makes that 'abnormal' or 'above average'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that. On a lighter note, I'm really afraid of death. I mean, have you really considered death. And since I find the idea of an afterlife a bit hard to believe, all thats left is nothing. Nothingness. Just nothing, this self-aware consciousness that represents me will cease to exist. I guess that's also the biggest dividing point for individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that these two people are separate individuals is to say they have separate consciousness. Even though our body is made of millions (could be more, I r not biololologist) of cells, each cell is alive. Some possibly able to live outside the body in a petri dish or something. And yet the entire body, with the same genetic code is classified as one person, that one consciousness. All the atoms in the universe are like some way, in contact with one another. Like how I'm in contact with the floor and the floor is in contact with the earth and the earth is in contact with hydrogen in space and everyone else is also in contact with the earth. Our separation of atoms takes place at the individual level. If ever there's a way to link minds together as one giant consciousness, then individual people will just be another cell in the grand network. Hmm... but what about non living things, how did we come to separate them. Feel free to let me know what you think, I haven't exactly given it much thought and research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic about death. There is a part of us that lives on, and that'll be our genetic code. We could say all of us are the same living thing, just going down different paths. And to be honest, really. No one will give a damn if I die. If someone I knew passed away. I'll feel sad, knowing that the person is no longer with us, his/her time has expired. He/she can no longer... experience. Which brings me to another point, what does it mean to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these questions I've asked myself over and over. And I always end up at the same conclusion. The only troublesome part is I have to go through the questions &amp; answer phase in my head. The conclusion I always end up with is "Be happy." Life will end. So just do what makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope if anyone out there stumbles across this hellhole of a site. Be happy, live your life the way you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, new alias. Used it for WoW for like 6 years now. Better than zer0ballz imo. But zer0ballz is never taken. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Iammortal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-7593813464326655025?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/7593813464326655025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=7593813464326655025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/7593813464326655025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/7593813464326655025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-feel-like-typing-again.html' title='Just feel like typing again.'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-5055820312640357935</id><published>2009-02-21T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T05:54:18.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been saying that forever, and to be honest, I have no idea why I continue to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your goal in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clear goal in mind. Thinking about the future only scares me. I, however, am in debt to my mum, who has provided so much for me. If anything, my goal would be to make my mother proud, or at least be able to support her financially when she's older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a mute, so I wouldn't have to speak to anyone about shit that doesn't concern me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WTF IS WITH "I call upon the spirit of wootar" I don't recall changing to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-5055820312640357935?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/5055820312640357935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=5055820312640357935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/5055820312640357935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/5055820312640357935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-sucks-ive-been-saying-that-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-2450535083680663857</id><published>2008-08-24T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T05:55:47.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Makd6ivXBvc/SLFaUz9z8KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HmAa9TiRrUM/s1600-h/_DSC0003cr-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Makd6ivXBvc/SLFaUz9z8KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HmAa9TiRrUM/s320/_DSC0003cr-1.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/7712823-2450535083680663857?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/2450535083680663857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=2450535083680663857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/2450535083680663857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/2450535083680663857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Makd6ivXBvc/SLFaUz9z8KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HmAa9TiRrUM/s72-c/_DSC0003cr-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-3604975647735174550</id><published>2008-02-05T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T07:16:49.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "diary" during my sispec days</title><content type='html'>As above, what I'm about to type in is those stuff i wrote during my sispec days. We had to wait a lot, from point to point. Lesson were fucking boring, all these gave me time to write some sort of reflection of the day. Just penning down what I was thinking at that point of time. Some of these entries will sound really retarded/crazy/selfish, but it's just me, so meh.... here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Year 2007&lt;br /&gt;Month 10&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe I forgot to call mum lat night. Better call later tonight and apologise. Damn... i called Honky instead. Anyways, today we had a couple of talks. I slept halfway through the first one. But the second talk was about Medical stuff/chao kengness interested me, even after he said we could 'mediate'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book out tomorrow, can;t wait man... So many things to do, so little time. Outfield again, next week. That's gonna suck. Safety briefing is boring... but essential, still boring. Apparently we're gonna do some 'practise' later. Waste time la. So many things I want to do. Watch all the new anime, look at the new cards. PVP some This kinda sucks btw. **** is damn irregular smoothness is pretty good though. Reli's at my house right now. lol, Should be quite funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling really sleepy these days. Bot sure if I'm getting enough sleep or just too damned lay. I can't focus on one portion or thought for long somehow I always drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus. Focus. Focus. Break... lol&lt;br /&gt;So right now I'm thinking about thinking of stuff to write in this little 'diary entry' of mine. Oh yah, AGR later, its suppose to be different form that in Tekong, so should be interesting,. if we havent been running every fucking day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLus i think i got a mozzie bites on my ***. Almost 3 now, hope this lessn ends ASAP. So we can go back and rest before the AGR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help, give back, create, conjur, something of nothing. Well.. i'm not interesting or firendly or helpful, or charismatic, so there goes my shot in getting a decent job. Gee Gee yeah. WTF am i wrting these anyway? ** means to pass time? I guess, so *** i continue writing like once a day or one every few days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEOWWWW??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my entry for that day. 04102007&lt;br /&gt;All the *** means i can't understand what the fuck i wrote there. Terrible handwriting, I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-3604975647735174550?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/3604975647735174550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=3604975647735174550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/3604975647735174550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/3604975647735174550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-diary-during-my-sispec-days.html' title='My &quot;diary&quot; during my sispec days'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-1999394700372653235</id><published>2007-12-09T01:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T02:07:24.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So.... Air Force eh?</title><content type='html'>Damn, its really been a long time since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done so much over this few months&lt;br /&gt;And yet it feels so little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlisted on 15th June&lt;br /&gt;POP on 11th Sep&lt;br /&gt;CPL rank on 2nd Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those times in army weren't easy. Some times I felt like getting injured so I can OOC&lt;br /&gt;But I'm proud to say I haven't fall out and gotten status since I enlisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually kept a diary of sorts during my time in sispec&lt;br /&gt;But the fucken thing got soaked in water and its pretty unreadable now&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do&lt;br /&gt;So little time&lt;br /&gt;So lazy&lt;br /&gt;So bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends ends so fast&lt;br /&gt;its like, hey.... fuck, its sunday, gotta book in soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;so much to do&lt;br /&gt;but no idea where to begin&lt;br /&gt;and leads to having nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;i hate this feeling&lt;br /&gt;theres anime to watch&lt;br /&gt;but i dont feel like watching&lt;br /&gt;i could play TF2&lt;br /&gt;but i dont feel like playing&lt;br /&gt;I could go out&lt;br /&gt;but theres nothing to do outside&lt;br /&gt;I could pack my stuff,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm lazy to do that&lt;br /&gt;i could call someone&lt;br /&gt;but i wouldnt know what to talk about&lt;br /&gt;i could do something constructive&lt;br /&gt;but i prefer sitting on my chair typing&lt;br /&gt;i could play a new game&lt;br /&gt;but it'll suck cause i dont have time for it&lt;br /&gt;I could play wow&lt;br /&gt;but theres nothing except pvp&lt;br /&gt;cause i cant make it for raids&lt;br /&gt;i could play maplestory&lt;br /&gt;but its a fucken game which is nothing more than endless grinding till your brain turns into mush&lt;br /&gt;i could d/l crysis&lt;br /&gt;but i'm low on space&lt;br /&gt;i could clear up my harddisk&lt;br /&gt;to free some space for other d/ls&lt;br /&gt;but its too troublesome to take those DVDs out to burn&lt;br /&gt;I could masturbate&lt;br /&gt;but after i'm done i'm back to square one&lt;br /&gt;i could read forums&lt;br /&gt;but havent encountered anything interesting and its boring to flip through so many useless/pointless threads&lt;br /&gt;i could construct a deck&lt;br /&gt;but i probably have no one to play with and wouldnt spend the time and effort to get the cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... fuck, this sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-1999394700372653235?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/1999394700372653235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=1999394700372653235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/1999394700372653235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/1999394700372653235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-air-force-eh.html' title='So.... Air Force eh?'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-8398947484862621469</id><published>2007-05-04T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:28:22.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Already?</title><content type='html'>Ya.. I know, I've just posted yesterday. Here's another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kinda important... well... not really, but I spent a lot of time on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.. Story starts in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing spikedhumor.com Which in my opinion kicks youtube's ass, cause there's far too much crap on youtube, and I came across this short video clip teaching you how to make TACOS. It all seemed pretty easy to make, looks damn good and it IS tacos! Where else would you get tacos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after much pondering, I've decided to give it a shot. Gathered all the stuff I need to make the totias (spelling) and the stuffing thingy (no idea what they call it). Let's just say I'll need a lot of practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't turn out exactly as what I was expecting, but I ate it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Tortias were hard and brittle. Eggs weren't fully cooked. Potatoes pieces are slightly too big.&lt;br /&gt;Other than all I've mentioned, I think I did a pretty good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Makd6ivXBvc/RjurA65jXRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iE3nfUze0Bs/s1600-h/05052007068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Makd6ivXBvc/RjurA65jXRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iE3nfUze0Bs/s320/05052007068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060826638579883282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Makd6ivXBvc/RjusEa5jXSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MIoawCRWfv8/s1600-h/05052007071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Makd6ivXBvc/RjusEa5jXSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MIoawCRWfv8/s320/05052007071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060827798221053218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-8398947484862621469?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/8398947484862621469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=8398947484862621469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/8398947484862621469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/8398947484862621469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2007/05/already.html' title='Already?'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Makd6ivXBvc/RjurA65jXRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iE3nfUze0Bs/s72-c/05052007068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-3900201596727153278</id><published>2007-05-03T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T13:42:54.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some kind of update</title><content type='html'>So..  5 months passed since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my 20th birthday, nothing special, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Got an MP3 player from my mom, no one else gave gifts. Which isn't surprising cause I don't give gifts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoW is getting boring, specifically Karazhan. All's fun when we're killing new bosses, downing them after numerous attempts. But now the first few bosses are pretty much on farm status, and newer players keep coming in and completely clueless. My drive to get better gear already diminishing. With small pathetic increments to my DPS, pretty much the only thing I strive to achieve in raids, I won't be needing any "upgrades" anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New content is always fun. But being confined to raid 2 or 3 means I won't be seeing nightbane soon. The next content patch will bring out about many new things. A lot of changes I'm looking forward to, a few that I'm not... but it's all good. Change is good. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th June is my enlistment date. My WoW life would end around that time. I hope I can live through what's in store for me in tekong.  Can't say I'm excited to go in, but apparently, it'll shape me into someone better. I'll miss my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm really out of shape. I become out of breath really quickly, I'm not as agile as before and I'm gaining weight. Like fatty weight. Hair's still growing, no style whatsoever. It's gone when I go army anyway... so why bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger Management....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I read this news article on the new paper. It was about teenagers beating up other innocent teenagers, filming it with their video camera phones, then posting it up and boasting about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I see no reason why someone would do something so malicious. Has the world degenerate back to wild &amp;amp; uncivilised beginnings? Hell, even animals don't have unprovoked attacks on one another. Is beating up another person showing how "manly" and "tough" you are? I know there are some fucking pain in the ass assholes out there... hmm, actually a good beating might really shut them up for good. However, unprovoked attacks are just rediculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to another point, does being better at someone at something gives you the right to put them down, call them names, laugh and gloat at them? A sick thrend I noticed from playing DotA ( which I only play when my friends invite me to) is people, especially those on the winning side, calling the other side noobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, no matter how fucking stupid they sound, however baseless their comments are, as long you're losing to them, u R teh SUK! This is what happens when you let 13 year olds near the computer. They get all testorone on your ass and bask in that few minutes of "glory". It's really shameful when you take pride is beating someone's ass in game and boasting about it. In fact, it's really shameful you boast about beating someone up. Healthy competition is fine, thrash talking sometimes is fun. Being a fucking dick, not so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, personally... I hate losing. I love team games and stuff, but the more the players, the more I let down when I fail to perform. I don't let myself off easily if I fail to perform and I also don't let others off easily. It's easy to blame one million other factors. It's easy to say work harder next time. It's easy to say bad matchup. But I also want to know that you or I have exhuasted all possibilites before blaming on other things. Sometimes... ok, most of the time I say some really harsh things to people. Everyone has their own anger limitation... mine limit is pretty low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you shouldn't take out your anger on other people" that's somewhat true, but as I said before... someone has to take the blame, someone screwed up, someone didn't perform. If no one did any of that, then we were simply outplayed. Which I hate, but it's acceptable. And being outplayed shouldn't be an excuse people use all the time to make up for their shortcomings. FFS, take some hit, stop blaming everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: the above sometimes applies to me, however... in my blind rage, I usually fail to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I don't really enjoy pvp. I'm too slow on reaction, I adapt poorly. The only way I get better at things is constantly/repeatedly doing the same thing. Which spells PvE. And Damn... I'm good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-3900201596727153278?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/3900201596727153278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=3900201596727153278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/3900201596727153278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/3900201596727153278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-some-kind-of-update.html' title='Just some kind of update'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-116758135188884884</id><published>2006-12-31T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T08:09:11.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post of the new year</title><content type='html'>So... I wanted to make this post before 2007, but I was too late. Meh... anyways. Update on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) FYP is over&lt;br /&gt;2) Exams coming soon&lt;br /&gt;3) Army next year&lt;br /&gt;4) Eyesight getting worse&lt;br /&gt;5) Spiritual life going to hell (literally, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff happened last year. Didn't really do anything big, didn't really do anything particular bad, at least... I don't recall any. Another year passed and that much closer to joining the workforce, or expected to earn an income of my own. Can't say I'm very excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of the model Undead warlock my sis bought for me when she was in KL. Pretty neat eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img222.imageshack.us/img222/4950/29122006027bp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img222.imageshack.us/img222/4950/29122006027bp3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3130/488/1600/95869/29122006028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3130/488/320/858733/29122006028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-116758135188884884?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/116758135188884884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=116758135188884884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/116758135188884884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/116758135188884884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2006/12/first-post-of-new-year.html' title='First post of the new year'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-116238196703021534</id><published>2006-11-01T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T04:07:42.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything seems so... boring</title><content type='html'>Alright, here I go. I'm in school. There's nothing for me to do. Simply can't bring myself to do more research on my FYP or start on my report. The filter already been in school for two days already. My group members left early today, so no chance for any progression, I guess. At the moment, the shit to sort out for the filter is just to buy the tubings required and find out more about the test we're going to carry out. 3 more weeks before we need to hand in the log book and report, and we barely started. The silver lining is that the new mold is coming this friday. Hopefully all goes well from then on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food... I love food. I love greasy food. I love botak jones. Haha. Yesterday I had a Double Botak, it was SO filling, costed me $11. (damn the cheese, I thought they came along with the burger) Had to shit when I got back home, and shit again this morning. It's fucking awesome, we should have a class outing there some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I think I saw the Mr Botak Jones himself yesterday. I mean, if a caucasian BALD man is walking in and out of the stall, wearing one of those botak jones singlets, and also the ONLY man happily eating his fish and chips while everyone else is slaving away in the kitchen. Wouldn't you think he probably... like... own the place? It just all made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto my WoW life. The guild hasn't been progressing well, i think the word is Regressing, or Degressing. (I don't care) The main thing is that the guild's morale has been so low lately. Our MTs aren't around. For some reason, our healing isn't that good (tanks keep dying suddenly). So I guess I'm going to take a break for now. Not sure if it's the best thing to do. One way of looking at it, is that I'm a lootwhore, who don't wish to raid since the TBC has better upgrades. But I come week after week, and faced with old content and REWIPING to them all over. I want to raid to progress, but lately, we haven't even killed Nef.&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/7712823-116238196703021534?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/116238196703021534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=116238196703021534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/116238196703021534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/116238196703021534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2006/11/everything-seems-so-boring.html' title='Everything seems so... boring'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-115678761892916627</id><published>2006-08-28T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T10:53:38.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back... for now</title><content type='html'>Alright! So I'm back. A lot of things has happened. My guild cleared BWL, starting on AQ40. Exams just finished a week ago. Hair continues to grow uncontrollably. So, once again, I wanna straighten out my thoughts by blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be messy cause I'm typing as it comes to mind. Haha. Okay... here goes. Yesterday, I went to Malaysia with some of my church friends. Bought some games, watch a couple of movies. It was fun. I hadn't been out for a while. Missed my raid because of this trip. Dom helped to chip in money to buy games, since he comes to my house to play all the time. Er... I bought, Swords of Destiny, Drakengard 2, Resevior Dogs, Urban Chaos and OBLIVION! Spent every single Ringet I had, and had to borrow some from Dom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oblivion is pretty nice, beautiful graphics, endless possibilities. I'm still at the very very start. Just finished choosing my class etc. Today's a Monday. We didn't do very well in AQ40, wiped 3 times, clearing thrash mobs each time before calling it off. Tomorrow is maintenance, my sis desperately wants me to join her at Makansutra and meet the other DOOMies. Maybe I'll go, maybe not... meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the two movies I watched yesterday. They were Beneath Still Waters and Click. Whatever you do, DON'T EVER WATCH Beneath Still Waters. It sucks galatical balls. The storyline sucks. The gore... okay, not that bad. Scare factor, not bad, I guess, but I'm pretty chicken, so it doesn't matter. Dialouge sucks balls. A number of parts of the story made no sense. Terrible Ending. Very very stupid ending. It isn't those, OMG-I-never-saw-that-coming ending. Well, I didn't see it coming, but... My grasp of the english language isn't good enough to describe how terrible this movie was. The idea of the movie was great. Interesting opening. But it just got worse, the acting also wasn't that good. There was also censored scenes that probably made the movie worse than it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click, on the other hand, is pretty damn good. It's funny, makes you think, and you'll understand and treasure your loved ones.  Kate Beckinsale is FUCKING HOT. Damn! One of the reasons why this movie kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... anyway, when I was returning to Singapore from Malaysia. We had to take the 170 bus across the causeway. We queued upped and while waiting for the 170 bus to slowly inch forward to the waiting lines, I saw a lot of people that just passed the passport check thingy walk towards the 170 bus that we were suppose to board. Well, I couldn't see clearly, cause the pillar was blocking, but I assumed they boarded the bus before us. So basically, we were waiting in line and those people just boarded the bus without waiting in line. Then, my friends and I decided to go for it, we climb over the metal bars and quickly walked towards the 170 bus. Then the bus conductor (is that the correct word?) stopped us. Turns out those people were boarding some other bus, which they had tickets for. LOL. EMBARRASSMENT! Sometimes it sucks to take the initative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah. Heading to Thailand this weekend, not sure if I'll get demoted. I really hope not, lol. Better renew my bloody passport. I should really go take a shower now. Haven't showered in approx 41 hours. WOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-115678761892916627?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/115678761892916627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=115678761892916627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/115678761892916627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/115678761892916627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-back-for-now.html' title='I&apos;m back... for now'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-114864285964369343</id><published>2006-05-26T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T04:27:39.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring stuff of my pathetic little life.</title><content type='html'>So.... I'm back. In school right now. Not sure why I didn't go back home and play my beloved Kingdom Hearts 2. My computer is also having some graphics problem at the moment, most probably the same problem as before, lousy heatsink. Better let my computer rest for tonight, raiding tomorrow morning. Hmm... I gotta set some kind of alarm to wake me up. It sucks to wake up late and realise it's MC instead of BWL and ALL the slots are taken up. On the contrary, if its BWL... there'll always be spots open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember seeing this thread on the wow forums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How would you consider a farming instance/boss?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply was... "When people start showing up." LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's going to be three tests next week. I skipped GEMS again today. 1/6 weeks attended, I'm SO fucked. Seriously need to read up on Joel's lesson, 2/6 for his... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I kinda enjoy hearing the sound of typing. The sound made when my nails clash with the keyboard, it seems less... boring. I forgot to bring my earphones today, so watching videos is out of question. Whats video without audio?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah... everytime I post here, I keep thinking about how fucking lonely I am... Almost everyone else got some target in mind, crush on a particular girl, etc... and I'm just thinking about... nothing. Even if I see some hot chick, my mind automatically says it's hopeless and I move on with my life. I guess thats useful to some extent. "You're not getting anything free from me, bitch!" Haha, I need a life... as in, Real life life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laziness is still a part of me, I'm ALWAYS late for my first lesson. Example, lesson starts at 8 am. To reach there on time, I'll need to wake up at 650. However, I refuse to wake up unti 7 am. And usually sleep an extra 5 to 10 mins. So... it's almost customery for me to be late by about 15 to 20 mins. I'm in year 3 already and I still can't get my shit together. Need motivation.... Sudoku helps, but I just have to reach the MRT station by 8, so it doesn't affect much. If lessons starts at 10 am, there's plently of seats on the train for me to slack, play with my fingers, stare at the floor, and rest my eyes for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all for now... and er... you stink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-114864285964369343?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/114864285964369343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=114864285964369343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/114864285964369343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/114864285964369343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2006/05/boring-stuff-of-my-pathetic-little.html' title='Boring stuff of my pathetic little life.'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-114596343611245967</id><published>2006-04-25T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T04:10:36.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitiled</title><content type='html'>Signs of weakness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I feel everytime some one knows a flaw about me, they are more likely to exploit it than help me with it. I don't know... it's just this feeling, maybe I'm being paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;Well, personally, I don't know of anyone who is completely perfect... everyone has some faults, some kind of flaw. Even if they seem perfect to one, others' opinion of that person may differ. People tend to react accordingly to their surroundings, changing their way of speaking or perhaps act differently. I mean, no one goes up to a complete stranger and tell that person that you finally met the girl of your dreams. Which brings me to the next thing I wanna talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talk-to-me" person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people... whenever you're around them, you want to tell them something about yourself. You will share your problems, your joys, etc. I read somewhere that, people like to talk about themselves, rarely they will genuinely listen to another person. When someone talks about something of interest, the other person will talk about everything he/she knows about it. They will discuss, debate and through that, conversation which pleases both party. Difference of opinions usually results in someone giving in, agreeing to disagree, or backed up with evidence in future.&lt;br /&gt;The three biggest topics guys talk about are girls, games, sports. Think about it, when is the last time you had a conversation not about these three topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: this post is unfinished, I might come back later to finish it. Most probably not... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sort out my thoughts now. Just very confused right now. I'm not even sure what I'm thinking about. Maybe it's trying to think of something I haven't said before. Perhaps I should write about my personal life, but that's boring, even to myself. By the way, I cut my hair, I think I look &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; terrible now. Implying I already look terrible, just that it's worse now. ( Thats for those fuckers out there who's thinking, "but you already look terrible." Ok... I got issues about other's opinion of me, especially if it's false. However, personally, I don't think I look like crap, others may disagree, but thats just how I feel about myself. Plus, the hair now sucks. I should shut up now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-114596343611245967?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/114596343611245967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=114596343611245967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/114596343611245967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/114596343611245967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2006/04/untitiled.html' title='Untitiled'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-114278436013863523</id><published>2006-03-19T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T08:06:24.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah again</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;far too much&lt;/span&gt; when taking a shower, and strangely, I forget half the things I was thinking about after I come out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I'm not thinking about shaving certain areas (although I've tried, very itchy, trust me and the others who told me was itchy) and how wonderful my voice sounds in the bathroom ( I don't sing... much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, back after so long. Who's going to read this post? Maybe only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I can relive my secondary school days. Those days were awesome. Now that sounds really really random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me trying to put a picture up on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7712823-114278436013863523?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/114278436013863523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=114278436013863523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/114278436013863523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/114278436013863523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2006/03/blah-again.html' title='Blah again'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-113786768288463600</id><published>2006-01-21T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T10:21:22.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>This post is just to record this feeling I'm having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, on my way to church in Pastor's van. Desiree was playing this game on Uncle's James new cell phone. I didn't notice at first. Then I realised the music strangely familiar. I tried to remember what it was, then suddenly... SONIC!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everyone heard of sonic before. The blue little hedgechog that runs super fast. I fucking grew up playing that game, back when sega was uber and people used cartraighes. Incredibily freaky, a game I haven't played in close to 10 years, and I still can remember the damn music. Kinda makes me feel old. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now. Nice feeling though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- zer0ballz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-113786768288463600?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/113786768288463600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=113786768288463600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/113786768288463600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/113786768288463600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2006/01/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-113086879427629838</id><published>2005-11-01T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T10:15:05.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long overdued post</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hi, it’s been a while.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These are the things happening in my life right now.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;New specs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 weeks ago, I finally decided to get my specs done. All that warcraft 3, world of warcraft and anime watching took toil on my eyes. So, if you see me in school or anywhere else other than home, most probably I’ll be wearing them. My sis picked the frame out for me. Personally, I can’t tell the difference and frankly “speaking”, I don’t care. Each eye is about 100+, isn’t that high compared to those all my other blind friends. When I first put them on, my vision became a lot clearer, a first in about 4 months. I can’t believe I missed out on all these. Sight is a wonderful thing to have.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you wish to comment on my specs, make sure its good. If it isn’t, shut up. Hell, it’s you wish to comment on anything about me. Can’t remember where I heard this kiddie song with a line that goes, “… if you got nothing good to say, don’t say it at all…” Maybe it isn’t a kiddie song, I don’t know, you get what I mean.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Final DING&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve finally DING for the last time; I’m a level 60 warlock. Leveling this warlock has taken me a very very long time. More than 6 months, however I had a lot of inactivity during these 6 months. I also tend to level very slowly and hate grinding. I’m also anti-social and afraid to approach guildies for help. Thus my journey has been long and painful. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not to mention when my graphic card fan broke down and I had crappy graphics for so bloody long. All it took was a $12 fan to fix it. But that wasn’t easy either. The graphic card’s fan thingy is of a different shape, though the same size. I couldn’t fit the fan in… so… I didn’t. I just crammed the squareish fan into the round indentation meant for fan. Well, it worked and I’ve haven’t gotten any problems since.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;New relationship&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I always like to include a section of my post to let people think that I’m in some kind of relationship or having special feelings for someone. Well, I’m still neutral. And since this is my blog, I wanna talk about what relationships mean to me in general.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Personally, I don’t see a need for relationship. However, this thinking is having an adverse effect on me. People assume that by my age, I should have gotten myself into some kind of relationship and somewhat know what has to be done in one. But the problem is, I don’t. I bet you’re laughing right now, cause I am. How is this a problem? Since people expect me to do certain things that I don’t and naturally it becomes a problem for me to have any kind of lasting relationship if I screw each one up. Of course I’ll learn more with each breakup but I’m already 18… that’s like a very long time. And if the right girl doesn’t come in time, I’ll be 45 years old before I get married, cause all the people who isn’t married by then are pretty damn desperate.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then again, I pretty much have little or no respect for girls. All that pornography made me treat them as objects, this might change… but who knows? I guess opening up is another thing. My family isn’t perfect and all, maybe that has caused me to refrain from getting into a relationship to avoid experiencing the hurt I felt when my father left. I’m not trying to point the finger at anyone or anything to explain my lack of interest in girls. And for the fucking record, I’m not gay.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Scientifically, relationships around my age are good because it prepares me to face future, more serious heartbreaks that I’ll experience. Breaking up is inevitable, I guess… I mean, until death do us part!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In closing, I just wanna say this is a fucking long post, compared to my other post. These are pretty much my thoughts, explained as clearly as I possibly can. Many may disagree with me, that’s why I like to stfu.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh ya… &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;trick or treat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-113086879427629838?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/113086879427629838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=113086879427629838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/113086879427629838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/113086879427629838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/11/long-overdued-post.html' title='Long overdued post'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-112628736915771620</id><published>2005-09-09T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T10:36:09.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth</title><content type='html'>I feel that it's my duty to ask anyone and everyone who reads/stumble across this blog to go to [url]http://earth.google.com[/url].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a freaking awesome program, lets you see the whole earth from your com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checklist of places to look for&lt;br /&gt;1) Istana&lt;br /&gt;2) your own house&lt;br /&gt;3) your own school&lt;br /&gt;4) MRT stations&lt;br /&gt;5) your friend's house&lt;br /&gt;6) etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it out. I assure you, you won't regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-112628736915771620?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/112628736915771620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=112628736915771620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/112628736915771620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/112628736915771620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/09/earth.html' title='Earth'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-112602218325959499</id><published>2005-09-06T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T08:56:23.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggilationismic</title><content type='html'>Hello. You have discovered the true gold. When people say white gold, we know it's ivory. When people say black gold, we know it's oil. Well, this is called true gold, as in TRUE gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I call this post true gold? There was once a man who lived before you and I and dead people's words are usually wiser and profound. He said, "The first post made by Jeremy in September is true gold." What does it mean, you ask? Well, thats what we're going to learn about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man, who went by the name of Nehber Xsis. Weird name, I know. He lived from 1111 to 1211. That's right! A hundred years old, so he's definately wise and senile at the same time. It was documented that Sir Nehber Xsis said the exact same words when he was 4 years old. In commonday english, it basically means "This post is true gold." If you wish to know more. You can purhase my book entitled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quoting dead people&lt;/span&gt;. It features many other people such as Dracula, Mdm Bul Shi Eat and many other fictional characters such as Moses and King David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to more serious/boring stuff of my personal life. Recently, I've been on a losing streak, no matter what I'm doing. Can someone try to comfort me and make me feel all fuzzy inside before something drastic happens? When I say drastic, I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;doing something that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; don't want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me  &lt;/span&gt;to do. An example would be me streaking in your house. That won't really be streaking but at least I disturbed your family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-112602218325959499?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/112602218325959499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=112602218325959499' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/112602218325959499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/112602218325959499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/09/bloggilationismic.html' title='Bloggilationismic'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-112352503739866582</id><published>2005-08-08T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T11:17:17.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long overdue post</title><content type='html'>Hi there, I'm very sorry for not blogging for almost a month now, maybe two... Who cares. Anyway, I bring to you good and greater news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingernails are digustingly long but I'm not cutting them. I'm going for a record of having 2 inch nails. Either that or I sharpen them, make them all deadly looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I kinda like to spell letters out. As in, oh my god = omg = oh em gee. Its kinda lame but funny at the same time. I'll try not to overuse it. Once something is overused, it becomes "noobish", just another cliche people use. With that in mind, its also good to revive some terms I haven't used in a while. Things like, "go fuck yourself" and "fucken"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched charlie and the chocolate factory. It was awesome, the storyline didnt deviate a lot from the book. The ending was nicely done so that there won't be a sequel. I love the ompas lompas (spelling?). All of them fucking look the same and each of them have different voice (when they're singing) I know its all dubbing but its still damn funny to watch. That indian looking guy appearing out of nowhere, wearing stupid/cute looking costumes, singing songs, dancing in the weirdest possible way. Damn, I love those guys.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy!! I want an ompas lompa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to give a rough update on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm still a virgin. I've changed the graphic card HSF and its working wonderfully now.&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, I forgot most of the stuff I wanted to blog about when I was thinking about in the shower. Meh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just go to sleep with that "willy wonka~, willy wonka~ " tune in my head. Bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-112352503739866582?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/112352503739866582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=112352503739866582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/112352503739866582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/112352503739866582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/08/long-overdue-post.html' title='Long overdue post'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-112065985054750945</id><published>2005-07-06T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T07:24:10.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello there!</title><content type='html'>A big hello to all you sick bastards out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging for the first time in 6789345 years! I know I've taken a long break from blogging, but I assure you... I'm still as nerdy as ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... onto today's agenda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've cut my hair! Again... Big news, if you know me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why can't malays speak properly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz they like to MATter (mutter). I thought of this myself.&lt;br /&gt;No offense to any malays who read this. I'm singh, do something about it. Not violent things though.  And I'm not saying malays are violent. * speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 reasons why I should get laid.&lt;br /&gt;1) Because getting laid = 1337&lt;br /&gt;2) Because most of my friends done it&lt;br /&gt;3) Because I need to boost my social status&lt;br /&gt;4) Because I desperately need it before some innocent 12 year old girl/boy gets raped (do it for the kids.. please)&lt;br /&gt;5) Because porn is getting boring&lt;br /&gt;6) Because Weilin says I'm gay&lt;br /&gt;7) Because I want to prove that I'm not gay&lt;br /&gt;8) Because I would pay for it (not a lot, mind you)&lt;br /&gt;9) Because it'll be enjoyable, for both sides.. or every other side (if you know what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;10) Because of all of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I end today's post. I'll try to update as must as I want to.&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-112065985054750945?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/112065985054750945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=112065985054750945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/112065985054750945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/112065985054750945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/07/hello-there.html' title='hello there!'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-111679299308141722</id><published>2005-05-22T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T13:25:20.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing For A Week</title><content type='html'>As many of you noticed, last week, I didn't blog at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cause I wasn't in the mood to... and I had nothing better to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I have something better to say today. I just feel that I should let my faithful readers know whats up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ranting begins]&lt;br /&gt;One more week before the school reopens. A new class with half of the people from my previous class. Hopefully there's enough reason for me to be attending lessons regularly. Holidays are fun, but they really boring at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I have no mood to continue&lt;br /&gt;[ranting ceases]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn in hell, BEE-Yatch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering who I was refering to. You should know better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checklist&lt;br /&gt;1) If you're a girl and reading this, it's probably you&lt;br /&gt;2) If you're a girly guy and reading this, it's probably you&lt;br /&gt;3) If you tore out my heart and grind it into a million pieces using a juicer, it's probably you&lt;br /&gt;4) If you piss in my pants, it's probably you&lt;br /&gt;5) If you're only using me to get what you want, it's definately you&lt;br /&gt;6) If you're all of the above, you can't exist because I meant mulitple people&lt;br /&gt;7) If you're still all of the above, you deserve to get shot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-111679299308141722?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/111679299308141722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=111679299308141722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111679299308141722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111679299308141722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/05/missing-for-week_22.html' title='Missing For A Week'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-111557550084140948</id><published>2005-05-08T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T11:05:00.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read the following</title><content type='html'>Hi there, faithful reader(s)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that it isn't the usual day I blog, but technically it's Monday. Once again, I'm blogging after I finish taking a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who isn't in my class and I haven't told them about it yet, I have chalet from 11-13 May. It should be fun, it better be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some motivational speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU! are the best!&lt;br /&gt;No one else is better! WHY? Because I said so? + you're reading my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dare question my authority!? I shall prove you wrong with the ultimate equation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my words + you + reading this = my words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me break this profound equation for you, it basically means you are insignificant. But thank you for reading this. If you feel angry after reading this, please wait for the next post next week to feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-111557550084140948?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/111557550084140948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=111557550084140948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111557550084140948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111557550084140948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/05/read-following.html' title='Read the following'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-111514624888310681</id><published>2005-05-03T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T11:50:48.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Sucks</title><content type='html'>Yeah! Thats right! Sue my fucking ass, bring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone make mistakes, everybody have their own way of worshiping God, who the fuck are you to say someone else is wrong? Is it possible you interpreted the scripture wrongly too? The same way the fucker you're cursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianity is flawed, if Jesus is the only way to salvation, there are a lot more souls in hell than in heaven. If God is so fair, those people before Jesus had NO chance of being saved. Poor gentiles. Most of the devil related stuff are similar to that of the Pagans... The opposing religion, it was almost like politics, bring the opponent down to make yourself look big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion isn't a bad thing to have, it helps people, gives them hope when there was none, helps straighten out the character... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if following the leader that ISN'T of your choice is being a DOG, you're just another bitch to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt she'll ever read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Funny Stuff ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with a new diease, its called internal bladder explosion.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, thats what it is... your bladder blows up inside you.&lt;br /&gt;You'll know whether you're infected with IBE if;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You fart urine&lt;br /&gt;- Your skin is sticky all the time and smell worse than normal&lt;br /&gt;- Your tears are yellow in colour&lt;br /&gt;- At the point of explosion, you lost the need to go toliet even though moments ago, urget as hell&lt;br /&gt;- You try to pee, but the urine just drips out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your skin becomes yellowish, MORE yellowish if you're chinese&lt;br /&gt;- You don't feel the need to pee anymore&lt;br /&gt;- You finally shit out the remains of your exploded bladder&lt;br /&gt;- If you don't drink water, your skin gets more and more orange in colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for you, there's a cure. Its call artificial bladder implantation in place of the previous now exploded bladder AKA (ABIIPOTPNEB) Pronounce it Ah bee poT NueB (silent P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The operation cost $4000 and has a success rate of 5%. Usually people pay for 20 operations and the 18th or so would be successful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-111514624888310681?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/111514624888310681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=111514624888310681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111514624888310681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111514624888310681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/05/church-sucks.html' title='Church Sucks'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-111488453572316890</id><published>2005-04-30T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T11:08:55.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If life is a bitch... like mother like daughter...</title><content type='html'>Most of my post are usually done after I come out of the batheroom. I guess I think a lot when I'm bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have conflict, its impossible to have a smooth sailing relationship with anyone. If two opinions state the exact opposite, either one of them is true... or both are false. Then again, opinions differ from people to people... there is no true "right" or "wrong".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I strangely enjoy listening to "Aerosmith- I don't want to miss a thing" I like the song... everything about it, but sad thing is the lyrics have no relevance to me whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is too stale and dull to come out with interesting stuff to say. I deeply apologise if thats what you have been looking for in my recent posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something... I cut my hair recently, those who seen me said I look neater, blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Personally.. I kinda hate it. Hair this short... I have to use gel to appear anywhere decent, without it, I look like some fucking blanga ( those that work in construction sites, our friendly black waste disposal &lt;em&gt;experts... &lt;/em&gt;I'm not sure about the spelling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair don't sway in the wind anymore, people can know whether I'm looking at them (used to be impossible cause my hair covered my eyes... If its covered, then how can I see, you ask? Learn your freaking science, you can always look from a dark place out  to a bright place.. same logic, light has to be there to see clearly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My obvious dark rings are exposed to the world, everyone can tell I'm a freaking zombie with short hair. I rather be a freaking zombie with long hair... WAAAAAAAAAY cooler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, zer0ballz out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out of this post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya... gonna click the publish post button&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*click*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing is happening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.. it loaded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-111488453572316890?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/111488453572316890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=111488453572316890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111488453572316890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111488453572316890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-life-is-bitch-like-mother-like.html' title='If life is a bitch... like mother like daughter...'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-111454407758482994</id><published>2005-04-26T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T12:34:37.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week</title><content type='html'>One week has passed since my hols started. This one week was rather fun, only downside was that I was at home the whole time. Not very socialable, you say? Quite true, but I'm usually too lazy or too tired or no one bothers to call me to come out. Kinda miss those days when I refuse to go home till its around 7+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more weeks to the class chalet. 3d2n, so it should be fun.. should... Anyway, since I stayed home most of the time, I tend to get bored with wow and anime, so I do something else such as watching tv or lalala~.  Oh yes.. I eat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama bought quite some food to stock up, since I would be having lunch at home. Somehow I can't think of anything interesting to say. Wolf's Rain ending is stupid, I mean... watched 30 episodes and everyone dies. I have no idea what's the ending about. Either I'm freaking stupid or its too complicated for a stupid person to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which part of the body is least being touched? All you "pervs" out there must be thinking, "cock" or "pussy". A TRUE perv would know that these parts are touched the most! not the least. The answer is actually the region at the back of the knee, I don't know whats the real name for it, the part that looks like a shaved pussy when bend your knee, where the calf meets the thigh, around there. This might actually be true, the reason why I say &lt;em&gt;might &lt;/em&gt;is because I made the whole thing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lets try to look 300 years into the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is dead, the world population decreased to a mere 10 million. Nuclear winter and global warming cancelled each other out (taken from Futurama). The population grew exponentially from year 2170 to 2250. AIDs was rampant. 94% of children were born with AIDs. The world was completely purged of AIDs after the last one died in 2309. Can't think of anything else for now. okay.. the aliens take over and no more human race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-111454407758482994?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/111454407758482994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=111454407758482994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111454407758482994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111454407758482994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/04/1-week.html' title='1 week'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-111392170112709130</id><published>2005-04-19T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T07:41:41.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B   L   A   H</title><content type='html'>My sister requested me to write something about her in my blog... so here it is. May, if you are reading this right now, I suggest you use the counting method the doctor taught you. If you have forgotten, it goes like this... Counting from 1 to 10, and thinking of happy thoughts. After that, sing the &lt;em&gt;I feel pretty&lt;/em&gt; song.  You know.. the "I feel pretty, oh so pretty, i feel pretty and witty and gay~~". Don't make me call your shrink over again just to suppress your rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. all those non-sister readers out there, you might not believe me that my sister is a crazy, violent, unreasonable, nuts, insanemanic and angry girl. My mother used like.. er.. $4000+ for my sister to go through the full anger management course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don't believe me?! I'll give you examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The damned laptop is in her room, so I have to go in her room to start the download and stuff. The laptop is freaking lag so I'll stay there and wait for the program to load, my sis.. still half asleep starts shouting "GO AWAY LA! FASTER LEH! KAO BEI LA!" I'm sure she cannot remember this, but so does everyone else who is half asleep and unconsiously doing stuff. After all that scolding, she started jumping on her bed, pulling her hair. Almost as if she's possessed, she takes that infaltable hammer and start whacking the living shit out of me... I mean, its a hammer with air in it and she still caused internal injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) TWO?! Isn't the above example enough? She's a special type of angry people, very rare.. only a handful of cases worldwide, known as angry sleeper. Sciencific name is &lt;em&gt;angrius sleepilocus. ????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever approach her asking whether its true, she would deny everything. I think its because its her inner devil working, thats why she cannot remember a thing. Just like those satanic rockers, they have no recollection of what happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-111392170112709130?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/111392170112709130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=111392170112709130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111392170112709130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111392170112709130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/04/b-l-h.html' title='B   L   A   H'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-111341836760577550</id><published>2005-04-13T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T11:52:47.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROT FEST 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;ROT FEST 2005 has begun!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rot fest is a annual event where lifeless people such as I, rot away at home, gaining a few extra pounds, losing stamina and strength and some swore they lost a piece of their soul during rot fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are the people most suitable for rot fest? If you don't have a stead, you don't go out often with your friends. You think sunlight actually burns you. You are so lazy you need a breathing machine to stay alive. Then rot fest is the thing for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: All the time&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Your own home&lt;br /&gt;Date: Everyday&lt;br /&gt;Fee: Nothing, its free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So prepare yourself for the most highly anticipated event of the year, Rot Fest 2005!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Please note it isn't possible to actually rot, unless you're dead or a certain part of your body is infected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-111341836760577550?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/111341836760577550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=111341836760577550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111341836760577550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111341836760577550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/04/rot-fest-2005.html' title='ROT FEST 2005'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-111325587895713184</id><published>2005-04-11T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T14:44:38.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! I can't sleep</title><content type='html'>Haha! In approximately 4 hours time, my EMI paper will begin.&lt;br /&gt;Current time: 4:49 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I had the chance to talk to another suicide wannabe. Suicide means terminating yourself. There are a number of suicide methods most commonly used by teenagers these days, but I'm not going to talk about that today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why is suicide your only option?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come to a point where you can't take anymore pain because your love-you-forever gf/bf broke up with you, you'll think of suicide. If you die, there's no more pain to feel. If you seriously believe that suicide can end your problems, then go ahead, kill yourself. Give me some of your stuff before you die. If you're a girl and not really fugly, please allow me to pleasure you.&lt;br /&gt;While I haven't given any reason as to why suicide is your only option, I believe that suicidal people should die. Not because their problems would be solved, but because these people have no contribution whatsoever to the community. I may seem a little harsh here, but its true. Remember! Suicide isn't a solution, its a form of escape. It'll only burden your family members and grieve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You broke up with your stead? Come on, its not the end of the world, people have to experience this one time or another. If you need a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on, seek your friends. They can help you with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are cases where suicide is recommended. For example, a sure slow and painful death vs quick suicide. Suicide for greater good. Stuff like that. There was this website which taught you how to leave a suicide note. Quite interesting... maybe you can google it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** School Relationships Related Stuff ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;refrain&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do, I'll have your sex related organs removed using a rusty but sharp fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can have one superpower, I want the ability to read people's minds. Cause I have no idea what Satyish and Rhoda is planning. Haha, I seriously got to grow up.Then again, I really want to know whats going on. It pains me to see Satyish trying as hard as he can and see barely any results... or is there? Ahhh... I need to mind my own business from now on. Well.. at least I got Jiewei to discuss theories. Its not badmouthing or what, just interesting theories we come up to explain the current situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see how long I can continue typing about irrelevant stuff. Anyway, on the topic of Rhoda and Satyish. Jiewei says he have spotted Rhoda and this mystery guy together... ALONE!!!!!! haha, anyway... to make our lives easier, we decided to call him jacob so we can discuss easier. However, a few days later, after I stumble upon Rhoda's new post in her blog. A name Zhi Yang came up! Whoever can he be? So Jacob is now Zhi Yang until proven otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this guy a competitor? Or just an old friend? Or maybe new friend? Or a cousin? Or a close friend? Or a closer than close friend? Is the war over before it began? Blah blah, some stuff that run through your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I know of, Goh is still with his gf, Xue Shi still with Wee Kiat, same old stuff... The rest of the class I'm not sure. Oh ya.. another interesting one, Can you picture Salleh and Ziela? You better, cause... er... I think Salleh should be rather pro in these kind of stuff. God knows whats their relationship now. Zhi Ying still doesn't want Hui Jie to be his gf.... er... JJ has samantha. I have my computer. Thats about it in my class. I don't know ANYTHING about 05 class. So I won't say anything. Because that will be wrong. Doesn't mean what I've said so far is right. Blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one really reads this, its getting more like a diary input than a funny/lame ass post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I realised I jump from one point to another very quickly, without much link to the other point. This is almost the way I WANT to speak. But usually I'll get to the point and say the shit quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies when you're thinking about stuff. What does this has to do with anything? I think about stuff I wanted to type and time flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Time: 5:22 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me there was no use for me to get a girlfriend, I'm pretty its true. But I still have thought and ideas of "what ifs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disadvantages: Experience pain when breaking up, costly, time consuming, go through the whole impressing the other party process, need to know certain untold (can't be learnt anywhere) stuff, restrictions, require to maintain the relationship before it becomes stale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advantages: Have certain body contacts which are pleasurable, sort of social status, someone who will be "there" for you, blah blah, you know the rest.. I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I suck at picking up signals from girls.. if any at all. I hope my casanova friends out there can impart some valuble life skills to me. From reading all these crap, I hope you'll have a rough idea what kind of lifeless lifestyle I'm leading now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-111325587895713184?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/111325587895713184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=111325587895713184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111325587895713184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111325587895713184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/04/omg-i-cant-sleep.html' title='OMG! I can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-111261984843636043</id><published>2005-04-04T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T06:04:08.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>README</title><content type='html'>Exams are coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take cover! AHHHHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Head Explodes ** (obviously due to too much reading)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its these times when true heroes are born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows exams will come one day, just like war, and the key thing is to be prepared for it, just like war. Technically exams = war (close enough)  People would be fighting for the top places, some would be fighting for their life (pass the fucking paper), and some.. Inevitably, will die (fail the fucking paper).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my... CPPB paper. Weird thing was that I thought it was ITM till about 5pm when I check SAS.  What do you know, its CPPB tomorrow, I guess you already knew that as I told you just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leads me to my next point, I spent the whole day studying for ITM! well... I didn't, but if I were the hardworking type, I'll be pretty fucked up now. However, if I were the hardworking type, I would knew what's on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I wasting my time typing this instead of studying, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;2 main reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cause I don't feel like studying&lt;br /&gt;2) Cause I feel like typing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this has cleared all your doubts. If you still require more infomation (god knows why), you can find me in msn, I'll be online till... er... I finish studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring to you... the end! w00t, clap * infinity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the exams and war thing doesn't make sense, good. Cause it shouldn't, I have no idea what I'm talking about too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-111261984843636043?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/111261984843636043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=111261984843636043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111261984843636043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111261984843636043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/04/readme.html' title='README'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-111211540591668712</id><published>2005-03-29T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T08:56:45.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titleless</title><content type='html'>I'm bored, so here I am. Gonna talk about something no one listens or reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no idea what to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police came to my house last week, they came asking for my dad. Whether we've seen him lately. Er, actually they left a number and my mum called them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out my dad did some shit, no idea what, cause my mum doesn't want to know. So there's no way I'll know unless I call the police up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His pension is due in 2 months time, something like that and he can get sacked for the shit he've done. And something about migrating to the philliphines(sp?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've haven't thought of my dad for quite some time now. This evening during dinner, I asked my mum what would I have to do if my dad.. er hem..  move to a better/worse place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum direct orders were, go pay your respects as a son. Afterall, he's your father. Kinda weird if you ask me. I'll go there, won't shed a single tear. Pay my respect for a man I hardly knew. God knows whether he got other kids of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about other kids, that could mean I'll have a half brother or sister which would be kinda cool, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I can even recongise my dad, most likely I would be able to but my eyesight gotten worse because of 6 hours in front of the computer everyday. Except for... er... no exceptions! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I end this meaningless post. Well, not much funny stuff in this post but fuck it. This is my blog, I post what I want to. Salleh will attempt to get Ziella's(sp?) number tomorrow. When will I grow such balls to do that? 10 bucks say salleh would succeed and they'll get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- zer0ballz AKA Iammortal AKA jellyfish AKA Jeremy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-111211540591668712?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/111211540591668712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=111211540591668712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111211540591668712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111211540591668712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/03/titleless.html' title='Titleless'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-111158999178885206</id><published>2005-03-23T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T07:02:47.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Films</title><content type='html'>Romantic films are like our country, something has to go wrong. I don't believe people would want to watch a romantic film involving a couple loving each other, expressing their love all day long without any conflict or trial to "test" their love. Unless of couse, the "expressing" of love is.. well.. making it... Ha... Anyways some shit has to happen, someone has to intervene, someone gonna start crying... blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna list out some basic plots of most romantic films&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The adulterous pair&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man/woman realised they married the wrong person, then fucks this other woman/man all day, telling their spouse they went to... er... overseas business meeting.&lt;br /&gt;People found out, they decided to run OR somehow their spouse lost the love too and cheating on him/her, so its even and they go their separate ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The I-didn't-know-I-love-him/her-until-he's/she's-about-to-die plot&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy likes girl, girl dunno, blah blah blah, girl feels something, unsure, boy dies to something that is DIRECTLY related to the girl, too late for girl to say anything, live miserably&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.. Kannaduki No Miko's story line is something like that, except the he is a she and the she is... well... a she too, really cool, not hentai though. Sad day for all your pervs out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The byebye, you're dead and i'm widow for life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These stories usually end up with the guy dying. Usually it shows their struggles and stuff, some to the extent of looking for a person to replace them when they go to hell. Blah blah, I slept through one of this shit. For some reason, the girl won't remarry, even if it makes the guy happy. Goddamn woman, can't fufill a dying man's wish. And, the girl would be exceptionally beautiful, what a waste....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats all for today. Hopefully you would be able to spot these plots the next time you watch a Romantic movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All spelling errors are doned on prupose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-111158999178885206?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/111158999178885206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=111158999178885206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111158999178885206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111158999178885206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/03/romantic-films.html' title='Romantic Films'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-111072181843563309</id><published>2005-03-13T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T05:50:18.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Intervention</title><content type='html'>I was chatting with my friend one day when I realised a formula for something very common in our everyday lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;     Anger taken in( anger/sec)       &lt;/u&gt;  &gt; Anger limitation (constant)**&lt;br /&gt;Anger Dispersion ( anger/night*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above would result in expressing your anger in violent or hurtful ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Night as in time u take to sleep&lt;br /&gt;** varies with each person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has different Anger Dispersion and Anger Limitation. As for me, I have high Anger Dispersion but Low Anger Limitation. Meaning, I get angry very easily, but after 1 night's sleep. Usually I won't think about it or hold grudges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on my narrow observation, I realised most girls have low dispersion of anger, they tend to keep stuff in their heart, backstab when there's a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end this post with this Disclaimer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: zer0ballz have all rights to the above equation and any varients of it. This equation is complete bullshit and cannot be used against me for any reason. I have no idea what to type for disclaimer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-111072181843563309?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/111072181843563309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=111072181843563309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111072181843563309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/111072181843563309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/03/divine-intervention.html' title='Divine Intervention'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-110977585816372794</id><published>2005-03-02T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T07:04:18.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the dead</title><content type='html'>Yo! All you people patiently waiting for my next post. Well... wait no more, its here. Where? you ask. Its here, dumbass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hands on Metal Gear Solid 3, not easy to play, controls still need some time to get used to, slightly different from Sons of Liberty. Anyways, they threw in lots of stuff in MGS3. Its probably going to take me at least 15 hours of playing to complete NORMAL. Possibly 150 hours to complete EXTREME. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'll attempt a different style of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes something like this.&lt;br /&gt;I will press enter at the end of each sentence.&lt;br /&gt;Like this.&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;Then my post would seem longer.&lt;br /&gt;A little easier to read too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I shall present to you, my thoughts for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the stuff I thought of today. In random order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex, games, anime, industrial visit worksheet, report, counter-strike, using the computer without booking, food, cards, maplestory, bannings and the destruction of Raffinity, possible new decks to form, how sad my little life is, how lonely I am, how come I'm so hungry, what will happen after this semester... thats about it for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai~ Can't think of anything funny to type. Oh ya... btw, "playboy: the mansion" game is uber cool. Back to nothingness, no idea why I bother to post at all. I come to this create a new post page so many times, typed some shit, then closed the window. Why do I desperately want to let people know what I'm feeling? Not that those reading these are worthy enough to be called people. That reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This joke came from "Friends"&lt;br /&gt;Joey asked," If homo sapiens are indeed &lt;em&gt;homo &lt;/em&gt;sapiens, is that the reason why they're extinct?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... okay, not that funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er... here's something, my birthday is coming soon. 21st March&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to whack me or give me a gift or make me feel extra special in your own way.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I deserve nothing excluding whacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this post has absolutely no relevance to what I have typed so far.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-zer0ballz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-110977585816372794?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/110977585816372794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=110977585816372794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/110977585816372794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/110977585816372794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/03/back-from-dead.html' title='Back from the dead'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-110865543239041487</id><published>2005-02-17T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T07:52:22.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Lucky Dog</title><content type='html'>Congratulations! You have found my secret blog. To get your prize, approach me and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two juicy chicken patties, special mayo, lettuce, cheese on a toasted saseme seed bun in under 10 seconds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say all of that in under 10 seconds, slap your left and right cheek 4 times each, alternating each time. Ass cheek, that is... and you'll get your mystery prize!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna tell all those reading this that you're among the special few who know my blog. Whether its a bad thing or good thing is up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you can read this, you don't need glasses. If you are wearing glasses, you don't have to change it. If you still reading this, you wasted 7 seconds of your life. However, its worth it. Why? Coz you wasted another 2 seconds reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-110865543239041487?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/110865543239041487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=110865543239041487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/110865543239041487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/110865543239041487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-lucky-dog.html' title='You Lucky Dog'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-110839611404194069</id><published>2005-02-14T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T07:48:34.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day</title><content type='html'>Muhaha, its been forever since I last updated this forsaken blog. Now I am back, on this special day to bring you some of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the caps, just had to do it. Lol. This is one day where lovers say "I love you" about 34% more than other days. Kiss about 60% more than other days. Fu*k... er... possibly for the first time. Anyways, this day gave all those hopeful people a chance to give their crushes some stuff, to proclaim their everlasting love and shit. Stuff like flowers, letters, chocolates and pretty small stuff and all sorts of other rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the points in Whose Line Is It Anway?,  it doesn't matter. Lol. However, this year is special. This year, I KNEW when valentine's day was. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole fucking causeway point was booked. Wanted to eat jap food with my mummy, but all those kiddies saving 3 years for this day took up all the fucking space. Damn... had to settle for foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, valentine's day is just another day exploited by those capitalist bastards. 1 day of insane waste of money on overpriced roses, expensive fancy food and other stuff, just because this day is "special"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or I'm grumpy about not having a date. 86% is the above one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you love birdies, all the best, hope condoms don't break (hee hee) and enjoy each other's company. I've seen too many stupid post about sad love stories and must pass on or you'll suffer the same. Hmm, for the record, I seriously think those chain mail and friendster's bulletin board forwarding thing is crap... I mean.. shit.. er.. I mean.. Flaming bag of dog poo with vomit. There.. I feel better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-zer0ballz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-110839611404194069?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/110839611404194069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=110839611404194069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/110839611404194069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/110839611404194069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-day.html' title='valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-110596694473771489</id><published>2005-01-17T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T05:02:59.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to do b4 they start warcrafting..</title><content type='html'>Time now.. 9 pm.. nothing else to do.. test tomorrow.. but its engineering maths.. so.. lol.. piece of cake. Er.. maybe will revise a bit tomorrow on my way to school... Class starts at 10 am coz no gems... lol... gems.. another time wasting module... some are interesting... but sadly mine sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPSU bazzar... almost all finalised already.. paid the money already....&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this... COME SUPPORT US! (not morally or what.. buy some shit from us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored to death.. here... nothing else... will update if i think of something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-110596694473771489?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/110596694473771489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=110596694473771489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/110596694473771489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/110596694473771489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/01/something-to-do-b4-they-start.html' title='Something to do b4 they start warcrafting..'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-110579909565631458</id><published>2005-01-15T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T06:40:55.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>w00t, boring life</title><content type='html'>Just came back from church, nothing better to do.. so here blogging.. not sure if i used the terming "blogging" correctly.. anywho... here the boring shit i did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just cut my hair.. tirm and thin... more or less kept the length... wanna see how i look like with long hair... maybe mirror image of my sis.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er.. church.. was boring as usual... dom coming my house later.. w00t .. sleepover..&lt;br /&gt;what can be more gay than 2 guys sleeping on the same bed half naked... (guess which half.. lol) for the record... i'm not gay... pretty sure some asshole out there think i am... coz i'm er... i dunno.. fuck.. shit.. anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this online journal shit beats writing everything in a small damn colourful scented book with a useless lock that doesnt work... and i prefer typing to writing... kinda NOT for people to see.. (hardly anyone knows about this.. so.. w00t.. can type all the shit i like) also.. in NO way improving my english one bit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel weird leh.. not having a target (if u know what i mean)... kinda boring not having a short/mid term goal... something i can work towards to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPSU bazzar! w00t.. time to earn money and ponten class.. whos with me! intend to sell those pebbles with faces on them.. handpainted and shit.. i dont really like them.. but its a no lose situation.. so sell them anyway.. also selling floats... ice cream + soft drink = 1337.. not forgeting the wax/soap thing.. dunno much abt those stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what other crap can i rant on today? hmm... okay.. er.. nothing.. wait.....&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;still nothing... joke of the day.. what do u call a second tarding? retard.. lol.. not really funny.. hmm.... wished i smoke pots or something.. then this joke would be awesome....&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/7712823-110579909565631458?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/110579909565631458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=110579909565631458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/110579909565631458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/110579909565631458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/01/w00t-boring-life.html' title='w00t, boring life'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-110562275739239567</id><published>2005-01-13T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T05:41:48.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>typing is fun... therefore i'm typing now.. not sure what i'm typing about... i guess i can type about typing about nothing.. lol. thats cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the first thing you want to learn about typing about nothing is not have a topic at all..&lt;br /&gt;that basically screws your whole point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second... damn... er... the first point is very crucial.. stick to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third.. ?? thats all the rubbish i can conjure up today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about all the rubbish i made up the other days, u ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like any normal human would do.. i feed them to zhi ying (no offense, u seem the best candidate to eat thrash.. lol.. seriously.. just joking.. but not really.. so.. heck... lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW! do wat blogs are meant to do, bored people to death with their boring puny pathetic lives&lt;br /&gt;today, i went to school... 8 to 5... 1 hour break.. all thanks to the stupid make up lesson... kinda got stuck at naming the hyrdocarbons... some crap abt 2 methyldecane or.. 3 ethyl 4 methyloctene&lt;br /&gt;no idea la.. next lesson mr lam will teach... hope he's clearer than that useless lecture notes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t, tomorrow a day to look forward to.. kinda slack.. actually.. very slack.. plus fun&lt;br /&gt;engineering maths can't be boring... the joy of getting the answer is... awesome.. lol&lt;br /&gt;IDEAS is almost completely useless... whoever thought of that IDEAS idea should burn in hell for eternity.. or at least till zion is destroyed... i have decided... to ponten...&lt;br /&gt;WHOS WITH ME!?!&lt;br /&gt;seriously need to get a hair cut.. although the wind in my hair = incredibly cool... but.. its getting irritating... any suggestions on what hairstyle to get? call or sms me at 97279175...&lt;br /&gt;doubt anyone would suggest anything... only a select few knows the existance of this most sacred blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats all for today.. i think i need a closing line or something...&lt;br /&gt;how about... rest in peace or er.. eh..er.. *gibberish* ? eh.. i'll work on it...&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats all for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-110562275739239567?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/110562275739239567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=110562275739239567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/110562275739239567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/110562275739239567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2005/01/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-110354828759341636</id><published>2004-12-20T04:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T05:11:27.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha, stupid dicks</title><content type='html'>If you actually believe the previous post, give yourself a kick in the "christmas bells". Christmas is coming soon! Not sure if anyone else is as excited as me. There's gonna be all sorts of nice foods at the "party" at the pastor's place. w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started, missed 1 whole week of school. Hah! I got MC... I kinda miss school, my dear classmates and of course.. her... Anyway, it brings me great pleasure to bring to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 things to do this Christmas eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Dress up your brother&lt;br /&gt;Its never too late to get your family members into the festive mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Lose your virginity&lt;br /&gt;Since Mary gave birth to baby Jesus while being a virgin, its your part not be a virgin to empahsize the miracle.&lt;br /&gt;Blk 115, Marsiling Rise, #11-386, Hp: 97279175.. You know who to call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Can't think of anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Act like the Grinch and steal presents, but instead of throwing them away, keep them and play all night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Watch a Christmas related movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Maybe I will edit this later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Hell... I'm sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3,2,1) Coz I'm too fucking lazy... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, Top 10..er.. 3? 4..? things to do for Christmas Eve!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I want to ahpolojise for mah pur england, mi toopid 1337 1337!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-110354828759341636?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/110354828759341636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=110354828759341636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/110354828759341636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/110354828759341636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2004/12/haha-stupid-dicks_20.html' title='Haha, stupid dicks'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-110202383064748799</id><published>2004-12-02T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T13:43:50.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final post</title><content type='html'>If you are reading this, that means I'm already dead.&lt;br /&gt;You are either laughing your ass off or er... laughing your butt off. ?? Anyway, this is my suicide note, yah.. you should know. Cause I spammed as msn nick so people will bother to come here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all,  I would like to say thank you. Thank you for coming and ... seeing me off.&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed and suffered 17 years in this world. I had great times playing basketball with my friends, playing magic, doing stuff, not doing stuff. I also have many regrets. One would be that I forgot to left milk and cookies for santa last year. That resulted in a crappy christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my only reason keeping me alive is gone. What is it, you ask? I have just realised that santa clause isn't real. Yes! Its true! I'm going to die my favourite way, the carbon monoxide poisoning way. Simple and painless, excellent choice of suicide method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who will miss me, most probably a very small number of  you, remember this... I'll always be in your heart.. or brain or form of memory.. or ghost.. I'm not sure, you won't be alone, thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if you have read till here means either you are very bored or you believe I'm dead. This reminds me of first person stories people write and end of by killing themselves. LOL... Okay, this will be my last entry, or is it? I want to let all those people I care about know I care about them before I am dead, or am I? I want to end of by saying if you actually believe this crap, you ought to get castrated or something. Oh ya, castration means balls cut off, not dick... if you're a girl, then its ovaries... not a pretty sight eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my poor english, I'm in band 3 see? My punctuation sucks, grammar, and speeling 5u&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;0r5!!!111!! 1 @/\/\ t34 1337!!!111!one!eleven!!11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-110202383064748799?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/110202383064748799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=110202383064748799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/110202383064748799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/110202383064748799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2004/12/final-post.html' title='Final post'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-110139507393580416</id><published>2004-11-25T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T07:10:38.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking Discovery</title><content type='html'>It has been brought to my attention that people actually view this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I have decided to update this god forsaken blog thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to sell my carnial extraction for S$22. Its really quite low in my opinion since in US, they are selling it at US$25. Heck, my loss, unless someone out there has a better offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the polar express today, not that good. It lacks the... er... conflict or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;I will begin my random rant from here on about fate and fortune telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[rant]&lt;br /&gt;Fate is something people use when things happen to them, bad things or good things.&lt;br /&gt;For e.g, Fate brought us together or its fate that we ended up like this or its fate that brought me here.&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly effect doesn't acknowledge fate. If I choose not to do a particular thing, it sets off a chain reaction that will change the future in a great way instead of the actual "fate" path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who believes in fate would claim everything to be fate.&lt;br /&gt;Possibilities are irrelevant. If I do this, the outcome may be different, but thats fate, and its suppose to turn out different. If I attempted suicide and survive, its fate. If I don't, its fate too. Because you won't know what &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt; happen, whatever that happen is .. well.. fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortune telling is, no offense to those in this business, bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;I say world war 3 will begin anytime from now to 2014. If it &lt;strong&gt;does &lt;/strong&gt;begin between this period of time, people will start digging up my "prophecies" and claim all sorts of other shit.&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't, no one gives a shit, everyone continue with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar to horoscope. Today you will meet your lover, then suddenly every guy/gal around becomes a potential partner, why? Because of the horoscope.&lt;br /&gt;If your horoscope says you'll have a bad day, naturally, you're already looking for a bad day, nothing seems good to you. There's always a good side to everything.&lt;br /&gt;The reverse is also true. You'll find good things even in the crappiest days. Because of the change of perpectives, you're fulfilling your own horoscope. You want to believe that your horoscope is true and the way you view the things that happen makes you believe its true.&lt;br /&gt;[/rant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my spelling, grammar and expression. I suck at english. I guess thats it, hope it makes some sense to you. Feel free to comment if you don't agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-110139507393580416?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/110139507393580416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=110139507393580416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/110139507393580416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/110139507393580416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2004/11/shocking-discovery.html' title='Shocking Discovery'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-109074534587339908</id><published>2004-07-25T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T01:49:05.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boring shit</title><content type='html'>life's so fucking bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-109074534587339908?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/109074534587339908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=109074534587339908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/109074534587339908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/109074534587339908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2004/07/boring-shit.html' title='boring shit'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-109057970342049051</id><published>2004-07-23T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T04:16:02.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>without sex, there's no life</title><content type='html'>the topic has nth to do wif wat i wanna say here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some stuff happened today... including ranking the girls in my class from prettiest to ugliest.. kinda fun, we're thinking, if the girls were to rank us, 8 guys in the class.. so.. the 8th position.... write all our names there.. lol...eh.. sch was boring, food was great, i dun think a lot so i got nth much to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.. today i locked the lecturer and the class out of the room.. lol.. eh... for a while only.... later on got cell group, damn boring.. sian.. kinda forced to go there..&amp;nbsp; My nice odd week over already.. next week back to the even/tiring/boring/long/even week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing to do for the day: wipe ur ass with toilet paper if you use water OR wash your ass with water if you use toilet paper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; decks causing me to attempt another &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; deck.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts all for now.. as my fren would say.. &lt;strong&gt;YOUR MOTHER PUSSY TEI TEI!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- zer0ballz &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/7712823-109057970342049051?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/109057970342049051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=109057970342049051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/109057970342049051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/109057970342049051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2004/07/without-sex-theres-no-life.html' title='without sex, there&apos;s no life'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-109050273952912880</id><published>2004-07-22T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T06:25:39.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MINE!</title><content type='html'>Woot.. never expected to cre8 my own blog.. but heck.. now i got free speech!! without getting whack by group of angry pple.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;title of this page will be known S&amp;J crap! Its to let extremely bored pple like us to share with the world wat we've seen in our visions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part of all of this.. you cant do shit abt it!! yeah. u stfu.. now listen to us tok cock! As experienced cock tokers..&amp;nbsp;we would like to start off by telling u a story abt how chicken came into power before the lion took over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started when the chicken was the largest creature alive... but chickens are afraid of one thing.. eggs... they fear them coz eggs were round.. then one day.. it rained eggs.. and chicken's balls shrunk like hell.. and lion ate them(balls) up.. which explains a chicken is some1 without balls.. &lt;br /&gt;morale of the story is, eggs are meant to be eaten.. however without them.. there wont be more eggs coz there wont be chickens to lay them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-109050273952912880?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/109050273952912880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=109050273952912880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/109050273952912880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/109050273952912880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2004/07/mine.html' title='MINE!'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-109050548774594690</id><published>2004-07-22T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T07:11:27.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If i wanted ur opinion, i would have told u wat it was</title><content type='html'>currently.. uncle and me aka zer0ballz.. we wish to express our extreme points of view in this blog.. and we welcome any views u have.... abt anything under the sun! Wars! Gays! Homos! Sex! Race! Religion! anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;just like K-chat in vice city or chatterbox in GTA3, give us your shit, we value them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of us happen to be fortune tellers.. tell us ur prob and we'll gif u the best solution!&amp;nbsp; And we're aren't responsible whether u do them or not,&amp;nbsp; we plant the seed, its up to u to grow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those magic lovers out there.. yeah,.. the title is the flavour text for Stifle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- zer0ballz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-109050548774594690?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/109050548774594690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=109050548774594690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/109050548774594690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/109050548774594690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2004/07/if-i-wanted-ur-opinion-i-would-have.html' title='If i wanted ur opinion, i would have told u wat it was'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7712823.post-109050456163679286</id><published>2004-07-22T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T06:56:01.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AwW DicK hEaDs All aRouNd</title><content type='html'>I Am Zer0ballz fren , Uncle . Just to let u all noE , both of us come from a shitty small country singapore, (sing a pore). we are Always Fucked by our neighbouring countries and other countries like china.&lt;br /&gt;although i am not a crazy patronic fellow whu wunt for my country like those sucide bombers or wateva.&amp;nbsp;I am still pretty pIssed hoW otheR countRies COmE screw With uS, for instence the old malaysia Prime minister always find shit to quarrel wif us, Threaten us like shit, by cutting water supply,&amp;nbsp;those fucker SIGNED ON A DOTTED LINE to supply us wif theirr shit water till 2XXX year, budden those dick heads keep changing their fucking idea, saying all kinda shit. crazy shit head like them quarrel wif uS over a single fucking island, __ them, so much bigger den uS still wanna fuck over a stupid island, bring us to court, lose den finally STFU. threaten to bring us to war, ask them wait long long, one stupid Weak army and equipment, more ppl den us , SO WAT all dumb pea brains, most likely they dunnO how to Pee or shoot a gun. can easily screw them all, their air force so ancient tat it can be compared to be as those WWII planes, which can be shoot Down lIke Flies. ONE stupid shit country under a stupid ruler's rule. LuCkily he finally RETIRE, hopefully the new prime minister dun come fuck wif us again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7712823-109050456163679286?l=zer0ballz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/feeds/109050456163679286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7712823&amp;postID=109050456163679286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/109050456163679286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7712823/posts/default/109050456163679286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zer0ballz.blogspot.com/2004/07/aww-dick-heads-all-around.html' title='AwW DicK hEaDs All aRouNd'/><author><name>zer0ballz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798116204533194202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
