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MUM CAN BUY??'/><category term='Walking With Penuh Style xD'/><category term='Book'/><category term='Complete GaGaness'/><category term='Blah'/><category term='G02H3LL'/><category term='Pee Cees'/><category term='Film Adaptation'/><category term='Empathy'/><category term='What I&apos;ve Done'/><category term='Jack and Jill did not have to carry 17 cans of coke down the hill DID THEY'/><category term='Realistic looking salesperson'/><category term='zombie taking'/><category term='crying on the inside due to emoness'/><category term='Do your MAAEETSSS work'/><category term='AAAARRRGGGHH screams in the dark*'/><category term='stress'/><category term='Everyday Things'/><category term='Toilet GHOST =X'/><category term='it was made in England and has a face made of waxpaper :P'/><category term='Stallion of the Cimmaron'/><category term='Fire burnin on the dance floor uoohoh hoh'/><category term='lala chong'/><category term='Daily Updates..'/><category term='Beyond the Sea'/><category term='Cool? Uncool? What??'/><category term='Rag Doll'/><category term='2010 Recession Ends by the way'/><category term='IPPPODDD'/><category term='dim dum and wantan'/><category term='The Final Destination'/><category term='Merry Christmas Everyone'/><category term='Point Break - Evolution'/><category term='Grrrr electrolysis'/><category term='Total and complete banananess'/><category term='sticks and stones break my bones'/><category term='Foxtrot'/><category term='Dramatic Sarcasm'/><category term='Dum Dum DUM Dumm Dum Dum DUM Dumm Dummm Dumn Dumn Dumn Dummmm Dummmmm'/><category term='Black Shadow'/><category term='Chapter One'/><category term='That&apos;s all for now'/><category term='I wanna play a game with you'/><category term='Chips are good..'/><category term='la la la la la'/><category term='Study of Penang. WTF?? Did I say study??'/><category term='Noob..'/><category term='awww cannot watch it with you guys'/><category term='?????? love???'/><category term='Lalalalala nothing to write'/><category term='Shitholes'/><category term='friends ignore me and never answer my texts'/><category term='Boring Old Stuff'/><category term='Muhahahahahaha Blood and Gore'/><category term='SOOO VIOLENT'/><category term='Really Uncool Stuff'/><category term='Sadness'/><title type='text'>Just Beyond the Ridge</title><subtitle type='html'>"We see, we smell, we taste, we listen, we think, we feel."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-1118888721115382715</id><published>2011-12-19T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T19:33:06.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update on things.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, how's it going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick little update on recent things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays have been nothing short of horrible. It's just the same thing everyday; staying at home and doing nothing. Some may argue and say "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But why don't you call your friends and go out and go watch a movie or something?&lt;/span&gt;" and I'll be all like "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yeah, sure...&lt;/span&gt;" because I live so far away from everything and everyone's apparently busy with whatever it is they're doing to bother inviting me. But on the bright side, - and when I say "bright side", I mean it in a semi-sarcastic way - it's good practice for next year when I have to give up everything and turn into a studyfag for the SPM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at Biology (apparently. Thanks Pn. Daisy for marking everything like a... Well, do I really have to finish that sentence?), Physics, thanks in whole part to my incompetent teacher and Chemistry because I couldn't be bothered to pick up a book and digest mindless Chemical symbols and equations as well as what this dull thingy would do when it reacts with another dull chemical thingy. And don't get me started on History and Chemistry. Yeah, that's just a quick recap at the damages bill, quite the laundry list, eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that being said, I really have to put my back into it if I want to succeed in life because life's unfair like that! You try real hard and it's always not enough, so I'll have to try doubly hard to make things work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side of things, I fixed up my desktop PC with wireless internet! So now, I have this really cool Windows 7 theme going on here because I don't want to spend four hundred ringgit on the original thing. Also, I have my art tablet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an Intuos4 professinal pen tablet, or so it says on the box. It's pretty neat and I'm pretty satisfied with the purchase and the bundled software. I expect I'll be getting quite a lot of use out of it. Not sure about next year though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the desktop monitor, this piece of shit CRT Samsung Syncmaster piece of crap was acting up. Basically the screen turned yellow all the time and it's really frustrating unless I'm a dog with black and white vision, but I'm not, so I got a replacement monitor, an LG "Flatron". I put sarcasm quotes in there because I thought the name sounded stupid. But that aside, it's a pretty neat unit for its price: 18.5 inches for a little over two hundred ringgit. It looks pretty neat and it a whole lot more portable as opposed to the old CRT. And finally, I get a sharper screen with the resolution adjustment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all. I may or may not be writing a piece on Saab Automobile, which for your information has just declared bankruptcy! I'm sorry, I'm being semi-sarcastic today because of that. I'm a huge Saab fan and I actually wanted an old 9-3 for my first car. I mean, I realize that the world is totally unfair and all but I guess you take it one hit at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-1118888721115382715?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1118888721115382715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/quick-update-on-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/1118888721115382715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/1118888721115382715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/quick-update-on-things.html' title='Quick Update on things.'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-5731739189902720184</id><published>2011-11-14T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T00:43:23.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alis Volat Propriis</title><content type='html'>It's that time again. To update, I mean. Gosh, it's been a while and here's why: I never had a topic to blog about. Everything's always been about wants and interesting events that have happened in my life but nothing so far has been at all interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to make this post about right now; everything that I am as well as what I hope to achieve as a reminder to myself in the future or anyone else that happens to chance upon this post. I guess what I'm trying to say here is that this is me at November the 14th, 2011. So here goes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Brandon Choo but I never liked that name and if I were to introduce myself to someone new, I'd ask them to call me "Ryne" because I've grown on that. I got it out of a book I read once. Right now, I'm focusing on getting my life together and just piecing together the jigsaw that's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. It's a little difficult since I've just let fate take the wheel this whole year. My results have dropped significantly and I've come to question certain things that I thought I'd put to rest a long time ago. I guess it's just one of those points in life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, this year could've been worse. I'm not going to lie to you, it was the worse year of my entire life so far but I'm just going to end it at "it could've been worse." I lost so much this year... my home, my friends, myself too, a little. Then again, after reading my old posts from just two years ago made me realize just how much of an annoying fag I was back then. Some may argue but I like my current self better. I call it change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life goes on I guess... eventually... Try as I might, I'm not getting used to this; everything seems so alien to me. This house, my friends, my things, the school... Things are just going too fast for me and I can't catch up. It's not a question of whether I can or not; I must catch up. Or else I'll fail at everything. My future depends on getting good grades and enhancing all those other skills but that's the very thing I'm failing at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this is just adding to the pressure I'm feeling. I only realized I made it this far because I had somebody to talk to; someone to answer a question or just respond to the things I say but it's different this year. My friends... they've developed this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;craze&lt;/span&gt; for some stupid game and that's all they ever talk about now. I'm left out all the time but I don't care. I will not let myself get drawn into that mess. I keep telling myself that it's just a fad and it'll go away but I think I'm lying to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many people know, or at least I think so, I'm working on writing. I've got almost a dozen novels lined up for the future and that's all I ever think of. I spend literally all my free time just thinking about it; what comes next, what will this character do next. It was interesting back then and I swore I'd finish at least one whole novel by now but obviously that hasn't happened yet. I'm always disappointed and mad at myself for being too damn lazy to do things right. Lately, I've been too engrossed with thinking that its' starting to affect my ability to remember things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At present, I have about 80 characters, with personalities, tastes, likes and dislikes... fears, cravings - everything that makes up a person. I don't know and I've never bothered to research it - in fact, I only just thought about doing it now - but I think that's messing with my memory. I can't take in simple chemical formulas or operational definitions on things and I guess that's why I'm messing up so bad in the exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But see, that's the problem. I don't ever want to give up what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, I intended this post to be all upbeat with humor and then some but alas, it didn't come to be. Writing this made that weight in my chest a little lighter. I feel a little better now. Maybe I should do this more often. It's getting rather long but what the heck, I'll continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I want to be? Well, I've always wanted to be a car designer.It's been the dream ever since a parent or documentary described what exactly I had to do. I love drawing, especially cars. Apart from that, I've always had a dream of being an architect or an engineer but that was the more recent, more realistic and boring career prospect. It just made more sense to pick that over the other "low pay" or "improbable" things like being an author. I know I'm not that great at writing. Sure, I can string a sentence together without flaws but that's as good as it gets right now. I'll have to prescribe my own dose of studying to succeed in that but it's nothing impossible without a little hard work and some imagination. I'm like you, I want something that will pay well enough and be fun at the same time. But of course, not everyone gets what they want out of life. That's the case here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm really looking out of life here is... ah, I don't know. I want to be happy; to die with a smile on my face at having done some good things in life. Simple enough, right? My English teacher would probably ask me to elaborate further on what exactly "happy" meant. I don't know about you but I think it's just like one of those things modern life ruins... Like how you take something simple and straightforward and put apps and stuff on it and make it difficult for the average joe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be difficult to list down ALL of my opinions on things but here's just what I want out of the future. I'm willing to work hard for it if there's the promise of it being THERE when the mist clears and I can get to it without having to wait or settle for something less. Another thing that always annoys me is that I almost always settle for less or something below par. It always gets on my nerves when I make the wrong people happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I want an airy home with that cozy "at home" feel to it; a place I can come home to after a long day at work and truly call my home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jE7Ai2uqdRI/TsEsZKkwsHI/AAAAAAAAAms/QPA0nrcozFU/s1600/Painted_Ladies_San_Francisco1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jE7Ai2uqdRI/TsEsZKkwsHI/AAAAAAAAAms/QPA0nrcozFU/s400/Painted_Ladies_San_Francisco1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674865816310427762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you but I've always wanted to live in San Francisco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A loving family to live with, who'll always love me as much as I love them. A beautiful wife as well as a couple of kids. I feel a little weird saying this but I've always wanted a daughter to watch over and protect until she's married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wdinQOd6mKA/TsEtIAG21DI/AAAAAAAAAm4/c6CR991-8gg/s1600/family_issues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wdinQOd6mKA/TsEtIAG21DI/AAAAAAAAAm4/c6CR991-8gg/s400/family_issues.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674866620954498098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A decent car that I can call mine. Something well above the junkers that the factories owned by the corrupt leeches churn out for our roads every day. I'm planning on getting an old Wrangler or Saab when I understand enough about importing automobiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cw8Ogos0gZ0/TsEtrsWrhNI/AAAAAAAAAnE/RN2tIEv5xCw/s1600/overland-grand-cherokee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cw8Ogos0gZ0/TsEtrsWrhNI/AAAAAAAAAnE/RN2tIEv5xCw/s400/overland-grand-cherokee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674867234127447250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A family dog. I'm not picky and any breed  will do really but I've always had a soft spot for huskies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ep2ZEqKljs/TsEuAk208MI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/J-fAGstAh4I/s1600/Husky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ep2ZEqKljs/TsEuAk208MI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/J-fAGstAh4I/s400/Husky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674867592892051650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) It may seem improbable but I want my books written and published one day. I wouldn't give a crap about what the critics say or whether I'll end up with a home full of unsold books but I can say that I'm a published writer! How many people can say that? Quite a lot from what I observed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Da-hKpTebTU/TsEurGe1FmI/AAAAAAAAAnc/CZQpOo6YfZs/s1600/Picture%2B3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Da-hKpTebTU/TsEurGe1FmI/AAAAAAAAAnc/CZQpOo6YfZs/s400/Picture%2B3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674868323472709218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I'm going to dedicate this last paragraph to Cecil James Reinhart of the Point Break. I actually based him off most of what I want out of life. Here's to you, my friend at the back of my mind, always unfolding into something more interesting and getting better and better with age, like wine. You've been there for me when I needed you most and I was there for you too, even if it was all a figment of my almost feral imagination. Thank you for four amazing years of love, pain, hardship and finding light at the end of the tunnel. Thanks so much to you, and all the other friends who inhabit the realm of my thoughts. You've brought great joy to me and just remember that I'll always find a way to breathe life into you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XcZ7m9rNtKI/TsEwJMgfDkI/AAAAAAAAAno/z2gEX0c-Ubc/s1600/Battle%2BMode.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XcZ7m9rNtKI/TsEwJMgfDkI/AAAAAAAAAno/z2gEX0c-Ubc/s400/Battle%2BMode.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674869939997969986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-5731739189902720184?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5731739189902720184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/alis-volat-propriis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/5731739189902720184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/5731739189902720184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/alis-volat-propriis.html' title='Alis Volat Propriis'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jE7Ai2uqdRI/TsEsZKkwsHI/AAAAAAAAAms/QPA0nrcozFU/s72-c/Painted_Ladies_San_Francisco1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-3216488437306897719</id><published>2011-08-12T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T21:40:51.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Late Friend</title><content type='html'>He was running... Where? He didn't know. Wrecked cars were strewn about as if they were the playthings of giants. Shops and businesses were on fire and he choked as some of the smoke blew into his face. His feet hurt and they were bleeding, he noticed as exhaustion doubled him over. He started to slow down to a clumsy shuffle. He needed to run but his broken body just couldn't do it any more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amid the buzz of adrenaline, fatigue and shock, memories started to flow. Memories of his family: mom, dad, Jill and also Ryan. Was this his life flashing in front of his eyes? He was going to die, though he knew it deep down in his gut a long time ago. He staggered over to sit in the back seat of a wrecked compact that had its doors wide open. He legs gave way, however, bringing his entire weight down on the rough asphalt littered with bits of car. He cried out in pain as sharp bits of gravel and car bit into his flesh. He dragged his frame onward and settled for the rear quarter panel and the wheel to rest his weight against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slumped against the car, he looked up at the sky. Cinders danced amid the thick smoke that spewed out of the burning e-Mart two shops down. Sunset was upon the city. He reveled in the thought that he would be getting his will to die seeing a sunset. His breathing started getting ragged and he laid his cut-up, bruised and blood-caked hands by his side, not bothering to have a look at them or worry about treating them. This truly was the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the adrenaline, but he could hear them. They were closing in. Part of him recoiled in fear but the majority remained unfazed. This was him accepting his fate. Glass crunched a distance away. The metal on cars groaned and crunched, and the familiar sound of glass shattering could be heard. They were taking forever and his insides were practically screaming for it all to be over with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a long pause when suddenly, something yanked him back and before his mind could process what had happened, he felt the teeth sink into the nook between his neck and shoulder. Warm liquid rushed down his chest and back. He was staring at the sky, transfixed at the sheer nothingness in them. The thing made another chomp and bit down harder, sending a jolt through him. Even as he was bleeding profusely and feeling his life ebb away, he couldn't help but like how nice the fur of the creature felt against his exposed skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the thing let go and he landed once more like a rag doll on the rough road strewn with broken glass, garbage and bits of cars. He looked up at the thing that took his life and now left him dying: a tall dog-like creature with golden fur. The suit he wore was ripped and covered in his blood and filth. His tie fluttered slightly in the breeze as the thing looked down upon her with its scarlet eyes. Others were around him too: a white-furred something dressed in a track suit and a wolf in the remnants of a police uniform. All of them stared down at him, not making a sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as suddenly as the gold-furred creature had yanked her up and sank its teeth in her, they left; dashing out of her field of vision in a heartbeat. Speaking of heartbeats, hers was quickening and dare she say it, pumping harder against the inner walls of her chest. It gradually gained oomph and in the space of mere seconds, the beating had grown to a point that they hurt. His own heart pounded against his insides like a sledge hammer. It was agony! Just when he thought it would burst through his rib cage, the rest of his body suddenly ignited in pain. He thrashed and screamed. His senses were a blur of color, sound and agony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things snapped within him, parts of him stretched, things like wires went through his skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that stood out from the mess of pain, however, was his eyes. They felt as if they were being forced back into his skull. He tried feeling for them against the protests of his arms that felt as if they were broken and on fire. He'd rip them out of their sockets just to stop the pain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His insides tossed and turned like the churning sea in a storm. He could feel his senses die. He could feel his feelings and emotions shift. It didn't take him long to discover his own body was going against him! He could feel his body smothering him. It was as if it had a mind of its own and now, it decided he wasn't needed anymore. He tried to scream and it came out as a high howl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to reach for something to hold on to as this poison engulfed him. The world turned dark, his senses all but dead. He thought he'd died but no, he still breathed. His eyes snapped open to find that the world had gone red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecil fell off the stool and shot off in the dark to where he collided painfully with the wall of small apartment he was in. Cold sweat soaked through his T-shirt. His skin crawled. He checked his surroundings: the rifle was still perched half out of the window and to his right, his trusty old backpack was in a heap where he had dumped it before going on sniping duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those dreams again, the ones that were just too real to feel like dreams. His breathing was ragged like the girl in his dream. It didn't make sense in the slightest but somehow, he knew everything about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was Diana Newman, born on the fourteenth of April, 1988. Cecil tried to control his breathing. She was the daughter of Frank and Anne Newman, and she had a sister named Jill. She was also dating someone by the name of Ryan Lake. More and more of her memories started to surface. Everything about her was in his head: high school crushes, best friends, her job, likes and dislikes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecil sat down in the corner and gripped his head in a futile attempt at getting himself together. It felt as if his skull was being crushed from all directions. Just what was happening to him? Diana wasn't the first person's memory he'd "gained". Scott Grenniger, the lawyer; Franchesca Seinfeld, the school teacher; Ben Robbins, the college footballer... He was sure they were memories. They all had the same ending; dying and then getting that suffocating feeling as their bodies took over - that sudden realization that you couldn't do anything about it and then crying out in horror before crushing darkness engulfed them fully. He shuddered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecil stood up and fumbled around for the light switch. Finding it and flicking it on, went to the bathroom to wash his face, not even flinching at the sudden burst of light that hurt his eyes. He did however shake his head as the feeling reminded him of the eye episodes every one of the victims encountered.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few cupped splashes of cold water and a little rub-down later, he stared at himself in the mirror. His steely reflection stared back. Cecil leaned in closer to look in his eyes. There in the glass, the red halo around his pupils that followed every "incident" could be seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benton had said that he was special; that he would lead the others and rise up as champion in the struggle for survival. In his own words, he'd said that Cecil would learn in time, and come to accept his new responsibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as he'd like to deny it, Cecil knew he was different. Everything from saving the entire Community twice, getting shot at point blank multiple times, to this memory gaining thing set him apart from the rest. But all that was secondary compared to what else Benton said he would accomplish. According to him, he'd be able to "take the world for his own and shape it in his image".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why him? he asked himself for the umpteenth time. Out of over six billion people, it just had to be him. He never slept well since Jim died and he used that free time to mull things over. Along with the stuff he could do so far, he'd discovered he had super-human strength by lifting and throwing a small car off the top of a multi-storey car park just the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was accidental and he did it purely out of rage at everything that was going on. Thankfully, nobody was around to witness him picking up a half tonne car and hurling it into the next building like it was a trash can. What would they say? More importantly, what would they do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shared so much in common with the severely infected - the savage red-eyes. Could he be one of them? A case of on the edge but not quite over? But those eyes looking back at him in the mirror were almost smiling at him, as if saying &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Soon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He checked his battered watch and found he was overclocking again. Cecil went over to the orange heap of fabric that was his backpack and rifled the pockets for his cellphone. It was difficult trying to keep track of things these days. He was losing things far more often than he used to. Pretty soon, he'd be losing his mind as well, he thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called Hutch, the man who never seemed to go home to call it a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I was beginning to think you were gonna to go 'til you dropped. Get some rest. You're useless if you're gonna yawn behind that sniper scope.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the rifle and supplies in check safely in his now bulging backpack, he gingerly crossed the huge hole in the hallway to get to the stairs. As the jagged floorboards creaked threateningly beneath him, he couldn't help but think that he would survive the drop anyway now that he had these crazy super powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside, Kitt roared to life and purred. His xenon headlamps blinded him as he made his way towards his trusty robotic companion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So, you shoot any?' he asked hopefully he climbed in and tossed the bag into the passenger seat. The top of his "X" brow jumped hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wow, you really suck.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well you're full of shit. Just take me home, will you?' Cecil said, pinching the top of his beak where his nose once was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Seriously, why do you keep doing this? It's not like you and Laura are starving or anything.' he felt the car jerk backwards out of the alley into the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I just need some alone time,' Cecil said, not looking at Kitt's "X" face in the display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well sure, everyone does. But come on, you need friends too, right?' and his voice was filled with genuine concern for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You think I'm not spending enough time with my friends?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah. Look here.' The windshield came alive with the scene of a the computer lab where he knew Mort would be working late. Huddled together around the little otter were all his friends: Laura, Kyle, Nora and Hutch. The sound was muted but they appeared to be having a good time; having meaningful conversation with each other while Mort worked on the computer. He watched as Kyle sprayed bits of bagel all over everyone from laughing too hard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the smaller dash display, Kitt still eyed him. The proof was there, he'd just shown it to Cecil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's just that I'm in a bit of a dilemma over here.' Cecil said, watching the girls wear a disgusted look on their faces while Kyle and Mort laughed along to something Hutch said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Whatever it is, you better work it out fast. Life expectancy here isn't all that high, you know. One day you're alive and the next thing you know, BOOM!' Kitt made a deafening exploding sound effect that made the cabin shudder and make Cecil jump. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thanks,' Cecil simply said before assuming manual control. Kitt gave the car to him as soon as his gloved hand touched the gearstick. He smiled and pondered over some more things as he made his way home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would make sure that they never knew what he was hiding from them. It was the safer thing to do. As they say, what you don't know can't hurt you, right? Or was it phrased a little differently? He couldn't quite remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he drove on into the darkness, a sudden thought occurred to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wait, how did you get the video feed from the complex?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Secrets, my friend.' Cecil rolled his eyes as Kitt started to laugh in mock evil.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-3216488437306897719?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3216488437306897719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-late-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/3216488437306897719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/3216488437306897719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-late-friend.html' title='A Day Late Friend'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-1774913277732851530</id><published>2011-08-12T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T22:25:31.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chanced Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;COWARD!!!... traitors... I'm different! iDen killed my family... I'm going to die here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed stared at the mural, if it could be called one at all. It took up almost the entire wall. It depicted the infected - clothed, humanoid animals - reaching out for help but being gunned down by uniformed men instead. Notable iDen machinery hovered around the scene like the ZHAR fighter and some of those metal skeleton robot things. Behind the uniforms stood a group of normal people a distance away. One of them had his arms crossed as if to say "get it over with." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every word stung. Most of them were hateful in nature, condemning iDen and humanity for "leaving them behind." There were final words too: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My name is Kieth Marshall and I'm going to die here... I love you Grace... David Reis, if you're reading this, I don't think I'll make it. I love you - Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It chilled him to the bone. It seemed like the wall was speaking. Adding to the effect of it all was the blood; smeared in places and he noticed some of the writing was made with the stuff too. He felt sick. He wanted to look away but he couldn't. His eyes scanned some more - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I love you, Cassie... HUMANITY BETRAYED US... God is dead...They took my son... I still love you, Lauren Davids... They killed my family... We miss you, Frank Uley... Traitors... Traitors... TRAITORS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward doubled over, clutching his abdomen over the painful knot that had suddenly formed in gut with one hand, and covering his mouth with the other for fear of vomiting. All the warmth and love had truly gone from this world, he thought. He never realized this until now but he, Edward Fletcher, was all alone. He was here, in the ruins of San Francisco - his old home - with people he never quite connected with. They were in danger... The red-eyed things, the robots and whatever else that could do harm were nothing compared with what the sound-minded infected would do to them if they found out they were here. Yesterday, he overheard Daniel say something about lynching. But after what humanity has done, maybe they deserved that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five of them - Elizabeth, Daniel, Megan, Rachel and Ed - were in a safe house for the time being; one of the mansions on Lombard Street. It was far enough from where their base was but was close enough that Cecil or someone else could keep an eye on them all. It had come as quite a shock that he'd lived. In the copter, when they both found out each other was alive, Cecil went ballistic. The whole thing almost went down. Ed shuddered at the thought of his expression - he was beyond livid. It would be forever inked in his mind; curiosity, then the gaping of his beak in realization before his face contorted in rage as he pinned Ed to the wall of cabin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecil had every right to get mad; Ed made his life here hell. Ed bullied him in school before the outbreak and based on the intelligible bits of outburst in between the cursing, his whole family had died and he'd lost close friends. He was also a bird-like creature now, bearing the curse of science, like Elizabeth's fiance, Marcus, that Kyle fellow and Nora. Ed was paying for his misdeeds now. But just how much did he have to pay? He lost his family too, and his friends, the rest of the world... He changed at the facility after he was rescued... He learned to love more and the moment he took that woman's child to safety on the bridge, he made a pact to himself that he would change, and he did. He focused on finding a cure for the virus with Rachel and the others. He made it a point to show only the good side of him and to lock up the bad deep down inside him where it wouldn't have a hope of surfacing ever again. He'd changed, damn it! Didn't he deserve a second chance? Was it really too late to make amends? The knot in his gut threatened to break his composure and send him breaking down in tears or something along those lines. He honestly didn't know how he felt except that it didn't feel good in the slightest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something nested on his shoulder, setting his nerves alight with warmth and comfort. He turned to find Rachel standing next to him on the cold, damp sidewalk. Without saying anything, she hugged him tightly and he returned the hug without question. It was just the thing he needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It gets better...' she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Doesn't feel like it,' he choked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't say anything and the two of them were locked in the embrace until Ed pulled away. He always thought Rachel was one of the more caring scientists. There was a long pause where neither of them made eye-contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I guess we should get back inside,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel nodded. Ed hoped Elizabeth had calmed down by now. She loved Marcus deeply, but asking him to bite her and change her was just out of question. They had quite a standoff afterwards until Marcus simply left in fury. As he drove off, tires squealing over the slick roads, he watched the bossy, no-nonsense, blond-haired former secretary to Noah Benton break down and cry. It was just so unlike her... Then again, he'd seen another side of people he never knew existed. Megan was a prime example. At first, he thought Megan Skye was going to be one of those broken people who had just given up hope on life after the outbreak. Having her as a roommate would've been hell, or so he thought. One moment she was crying her eyes out on her bunk and the next, she became the first person he saw smile in days as they both got acquainted. She hid her pain quickly enough and the two warmed up to each other quickly. Ed often caught himself mulling over his feeling for her. He'd known her for over two years and both good and bad memories were shared between them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan was up on the roof with Nora and Kyle - both huskies. The clock on the wall indicated that it was two in the morning but Ed doubted its accuracy considering that nobody'd lived here in two years. Rachel disappeared into the living room where Daniel was kneeling next to Elizabeth who was sniffing as she sat on the carpet in front of the big, luxurious leather sofa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed basked in solitude as only the sound of his footsteps and the slight rustle of his clothing could be heard in the halls as he mounted step after step to the roof access. Nearing the top, he heard laughter. Deep, rumbling laughter - Kyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And he was like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm going to kill you so hard you'll&lt;/span&gt;- Oh, hey, Ed.' Megan stopped the joke abrutly at his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hey,' Kyle and Nora said at the same time. Ed noticed their eyes glinted slightly in the dark. The two of them were considerably taller then Megan and Ed. They two of them were strong, with Kyle leading considerably in muscle mass. Even in the low light, it was hard not to notice the amount of muscle wrapped around their calves, thighs and arms. He'd seen one of them run before and truth be told, their speed and agility were frightening. Kyle was black and white while Nora had sable fur, allowing them both to dress lightly in the cold, unlike the rest of the human refugees.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hey. Anything going on?' Ed asked as an ice-breaker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, don't worry, we're safe here,' Nora said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yup, none of the red-eyes for blocks, here,' Kyle added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Great,' Ed fixed his eyes on Megan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Meg, can I talk to you alone just for a moment?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She raised an eyebrow. 'Sure, I guess.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed beckoned her to follow her down to the deserted floor below them while Kyle and Nora resumed watch. Kyle eyed him with mild curiosity as he walked pass. He noted his eyes were a baby blue. Nora was hunched over the railing, surveying the wreck of a helicopter that had crashed into the opposite mansion. She had something that looked like a small harp slung over her back along with a sheaf of arrows nestled in a tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs, Ed closed the door behind them and flicked the light switch on. They were greeted by the sight of a rather spacious office that was tastefully furnished. A large desk dominated the space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What's this about?' Megan asked softly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Can I ask you something?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Um, sure. Shoot.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed took a breath before asking the question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do people deserve second chances?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do people deserve second chances?' he repeated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, it depends. What for?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's sort of universal.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paused to mull the answer over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I mean, if it's for good, then yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; deserve a second chance?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What are you talking about?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I did some terrible things to people, Megan - Cecil included. I want to make amends.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What sort of things are we talking about here?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bullying.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan stared at him. It was the same look she gives test results and complicated-looking data sheets - the look of deep thought. Then her lips parted in an answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Edward Fletcher... I don't think you're capable of bullying,' she said tenderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But I did. I ruined people's lives and many of those people died without any closure or resolve or whatever.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She inhaled deeply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ed, whoever that person you say ruined lives doesn't exist anymore. I don't see him in you. You're a whole different person - you're a good person. You remember that. Do you think I'd make friends with scumbags? You want to make things right, and that's proof of who you really are. My mom once told me that it's not what you've done that matters but what you will do next.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She placed a hand over Ed's chest, just over where his heart was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And I'm telling you that yes, you do deserve a second chance.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her tight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I love you, Meg,' he whispered into her ear before he realized what he'd done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I love you too, Ed,' she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, when everyone was asleep in their respective beds, sofas or sleeping bags, Ed climbed out of the bed he shared with Megan and put his shoes back on. He tip-toed through the house until he was outside and facing the wall with the mural again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the words played over in his head like disembodied voices were whispering into his ear. He couldn't stop it. This time, however, he didn't feel sick. Absentmindedly, he put his hands in his pockets and halted abrutly just as his right hand entered the slit. It was like deja vu all over again. He was in the helicopter and looking into the steely grey eyes of Cecil Reinhart, feeling the sudden realization hit him at who he was. It was as if the universe was playing a trick on him that only seemed to stretch his mind more and more. Pretty soon, he would have to put his sanity to question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the depths of his jean pocket, he withdrew the whiteboard marker he had meant to return to the board room. Uncapping it, he smiled ever so slightly as he wrote in capitals under the rifle of the masked man, where it would be clearly seen to anyone who chanced upon the mural. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MY NAME IS EDWARD FLETCHER. I SURVIVED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And survive, he did. He will make things right one way or another, and he'll take anything the universe can throw at him. He will earn the forgiveness of Cecil Reinhart if it's the last thing he did.                &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-1774913277732851530?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1774913277732851530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/chanced-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/1774913277732851530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/1774913277732851530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/chanced-away.html' title='Chanced Away'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-5232253340231691617</id><published>2011-07-31T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T07:30:41.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gryphon, The Piano and The Love - Part Two.</title><content type='html'>The months passed in a blur, it seemed. September, along with its icy winds finally settled upon San Francisco, but deep within the confides of the iDen Biotech Research Facility, the weather did little to affect the progress science was making. Valentine was nearing adulthood, according to Rachel and Cordell. Long gone were the days of simple door-unlocking tests and picture puzzles. Nadia watched from observation deck seven of the enormous chamber twenty-six where Valentine was making his way through an aerial obstacle course designed for the testing of ZHAR fighters and other flight-enabled machinery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He swooped, dived, banked and did a little barrel-roll with ease as he dodged moving walls and went through hoops. Truly, he lion DNA along with its cat-like reflexes had given him an edge over being pure eagle, as Noah had wanted in the beginning. Today, he wore only a pair of sweatpants for aerodynamics, leaving his upper body bare. From the monitor on the wall to her right, Nadia could make out every slight change in his expression and every ripple of muscle beneath his golden fur. He's stronger now, she thought. He was smiling now, and Nadia couldn't help but think that he belonged in the sky. He just seemed happier in the air. It must be an exhilarating experience, flying. Valentine had a head-mounted camera for a first-person view but Nadia didn't dare look in the direction of that monitor for fear of dizziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine was near completing of the course. All that was left to do now was to grab the red football on the highest podium in the center of the room. Like the climax of every action movie, the hero had to defeat some sort of villain before the happy ending could come, and this villain just happened to be a ZHAR fighter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia gasped. This wasn't part of the test! She almost ripped the phone off the wall in her haste to contact Costanzo. She mashed the number three, the observation deck he was in. He picked up in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON?!' Nadia screamed into the mouthpiece, just as the gunfire began. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took Brock a few seconds to answer; likely afraid that Nadia would scream into the phone again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What are you talking about?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The fighter! Why is it there!? Get it to stop!' she pleaded. She was afraid to look, but in her peripheral vision, she could make out two very large shapes rocketing all over the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's a test element, you-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'STOP IT NOW!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I can't. Look, just watch-' Nadia slammed the phone down and prayed as she went to within an inch of the glass. She gaped at the sight before her: Valentine was all over the place, his wings working the hardest than they've ever worked before to survive. The boomerang-shaped fighter was hot on his toes, its advanced on-board computer locked-on and poised for the kill as it expelled round after round at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd seen one of these things in action before; designed exclusively to hunt down and likely kill, they have never once failed at their jobs. Valentine was doing a sort of zig-zag to throw if off but that only lessened the gap between predator and prey. She gasped as one of the rounds his his wing and he cried out in pain. It looked like he was done for but it all happened in the blink of an eye - slowing down, then doing a sort of backward somersault before latching himself onto the body of the craft. The whole thing then started to buck and careen wildly, trying to throw him off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine was digging at something at the top of its triangular body. Then, he let go and stomped down on the whole thing hard, so that it crashed nose-first into the floor and exploded. Bits of the high-tech craft flew in all directions and several even struck the window Nadia was looking out of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia stared at the blackened spot in the white flooring. The impact created a small crater in the floor and bits of broken tiles were everywhere. Crumpled beyond recognition, several employees were trying to extinguish the remains of the high-tech killing machine which was now on fire. Realization hitting her, she scanned the room for Valentine and found him perched on the high podium with the red ball in hand. He was positively exhausted: doubling over and coughing, and clutching at his side which was running red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia dashed out of the observation deck and into the corridor, where she was met with the sight of Dr. Brock Costanzo, who was talking with several other employees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah, get the report to Cordell and Noah ASAP, they'll - Ah, Nadia, you see? He made it. You-' she didn't get to hear what else he had to say for she had struck him across the face with her hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'YOU FUCKING JERK, BROCK! You had no right to put him in danger like that! You-you...' she swore and several of the guys he was with looked at each other uneasily. She hated this: getting so angry that words simply failed. Even worse was the fact that she was crying. Luckily, Brock didn't have any witty retorts that would make her even more mad. She turned her back to him and headed towards the chamber entrance, where she pushed the doors open and jogged over to Valentine who had landed and was lying on his back. A medic was kneeling over him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nadia!' It surprised her almost all the time at how adult-like he sounded. And he had a slight British accent now after the many hundreds of hours spent in Nadia's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shh, don't talk.' Nadia knelt down to check on the wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'He'll be fine, ma'am. The round just grazed him.' said the medic through her face mask. 'Is everything alright, ma'am?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sorry, what was that?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're crying.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, it's nothing, really,' the nurse continued to stare at her in concern until Nadia asked about whether Valentine would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm a trained professional, Doctor,' she said cheerily and Nadia was glad she dropped the whole crying thing. She thought she sounded Southern. 'Don't you worry yourself. I'll just patch him up and he'll be up and running in no time - or flying,' she added, nothing his wings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thank you so much.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No problem, Doctor. Just doing my job.' she stood up and waved in several people with a stretcher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nadia, I finished,' Valentine said weakly before grunting in pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, Valentine...' Nadia moved closer to his head to look into his eyes. 'I'm so sorry, I didn't know what they were going to do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's alright,' he said with a lopsided smile. He handed her the red football.             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would've went with Valentine and the doctors to wherever it was they were taking him (various parts of the facility changed functions like a person changed clothes) but Nadia had work to do and as the doctor had said, Valentine would be fine. They'd likely sedate him and let him rest, she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't quite know how she felt at that moment, but it didn't feel very good. There was just this lingering doubt and uncertainty that scared her. Also mixed in were the emotions of happiness at Valentine's accomplishments and also dread at where he was headed. As she headed back up to the research labs and her office, she couldn't help but wonder what he was for. Why invest almost a billion dollars into making a talking gryphon? Noah risked going against the Geneva Convention for this and yet, it didn't seem to have a purpose. iDen invested heavily in the RED project; more than weaponry, transportation and everything else and Professor Noah Benton was no fool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pondered over this some more in the elevator after leaving the football in one of the observation rooms. Whatever he was for, his relevance seemed to have lessened recently. Rachel didn't visit him as often anymore. Her visits were courtesy calls at best and had little to do with science. She seemed to enjoy Valentine's company more than the others. Rachel was busy today with "something big" and she even invited Nadia to tag along but she kindly turned her down. Valentine's tests were more important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The familiar "ding" the elevator made chimed and she made a dash to get out. She needed some time to clear her head. Then, as the doors slid open, she almost collided with the man before her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, hey, sorry,' he said with a small smile. He was tall and well-built. She would have thought he was a GUARD except that he lacked the black and red uniform they were always seen in. His T-shirt also had the word "USMC" on it, proving her suspicion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Would you mind helping me out? I kind of lost,' he said, scratching at he back of his head. She thought he looked rather charming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I'm free now, I guess. What sort of help would you be needing?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Directions.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'New here, are we?' she smiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah, I'm here for the Knight Program.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Knight Program?' Did he say that correctly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He whistled. 'Wow, that under-wraps, huh?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, iDen does keep secrets from everyone. I didn't even know there was a library here until this morning. So where to, soldier?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked down at his shirt and smiled. 'It's captain, actually.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Captain?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Captain Jacob Turner,' he smiled, extending a hand which she shook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Doctor Nadia Simone. Nice meeting you, Captain Turner. I always thought captains were white-haired drill sergeant-types. You look a little young to be a captain.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, he looked rather handsome: brown hair, amber eyes and a friendly face. Nadia noted that he had nice teeth too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled. 'I guess so - people tell me that all the time. Would you mind directing me to the briefing rooms? That's near the Alpha Labs, I think. I keep forgetting which floor it's on.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wow, you're really lost then. That's on the other side of the facility.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Aw, damn,' he laughed and pinched the bridge of his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't worry, I'll escort you there if you want me to.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Really? You'd do that for me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What are friends for?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So we're friends now?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I imagine you military lot don't really get along in places like this - places where competition is the name of the game, and seeing as you're this lost, it's likely you've consulted nobody on directions because either a) you're fiercely independent, or b) you have no friends here.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wow, that last bit's a little harsh, but yeah, you're almost right. What are you? A psychologist?' he said, climbing into the elevator. Nadia pushed the right floor button for him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Correct.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ah,' he nodded. 'British?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Correct again.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your accent's really hot,' he teased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia giggled for the first time that day. 'Oh, you tease... I like your shirt.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah, I like it too - highlights my frame well,' he said, and he was right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of their journey to the briefing rooms near the Alpha Labs were spent with getting to know each other and then finally, exchanging phone numbers. As she bid goodbye to Captain Jacob Turner, she couldn't help but feel yet another emotion that day. It felt good; better than just plain happiness. Dare she call it love?  She smiled at the thought as she made her way to Rachel who had conveniently materialized at the end of the corridor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Evening, Nadia, you seem overly smug about something.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What? Oh, it's nothing.' she said, her smile vanishing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I heard about Valentine. He's in Beta thirteen - resting now.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's great. Thanks.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Listen, Nadia. Sorry to interrupt your break, but I've got a new project for you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A new project?' Nadia's only responsibility these past few months was Valentine. Apart from helping someone do the occasional lab tests, she really didn't have any other function in the clockwork that made up iDen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, it's nothing too big and you're welcome to pull out if it's too taxing. Project Knight'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Project Knight?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I need someone to tend to the mental health of our new test subjects - army guys and such. I'm heading to the briefing room right now, you coming?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, uh, sure. Sure thing.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was dark with a powerpoint presentation going on. Nadia found Jacob among the sea of uniforms and serious-looking faces. He smiled at her and she returned a wave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I see you've met Captain Turner,' Rachel whispered into her ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, we've gotten acquainted.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Did you get his number?' Rachel said quite audibly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Rachel!' she said under her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What? He seems like a nice guy. I'm just recommending that you consider reeling in this fish. He's different.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Great, so he's a fish now,' Nadia rolled her eyes and the two of them kept silent throughout the duration of presentation on the history of iDen and the Knight Program. Nadia didn't really pay attention for she was for too busy mulling over Captain Jacob Turner and what the future had in store for the two of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-5232253340231691617?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5232253340231691617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/gryphon-piano-and-love-part-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/5232253340231691617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/5232253340231691617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/gryphon-piano-and-love-part-two.html' title='The Gryphon, The Piano and The Love - Part Two.'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-5551374502004610230</id><published>2011-07-29T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T00:39:57.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gryphon, The Piano and The Love.</title><content type='html'>'He simply doesn't want speak...' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia stared at Cordell. 'What do you mean? He comprehends speech. You just said it yourself, he's exceptionally bright.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Alexander Cordell didn't immediately reply. His eyes were fixed on the small child-like creature beyond the glass who was proving his exceptional aptitude at piano. Valder Fields was a nice simple song that anyone could learn with enough practice, but playing it all perfectly after just one listen was extraordinary. Even more extraordinary was the fact that RED-1137 had never come across a piano in his life until about half an hour ago. Previous tests yielded the same result: an all-rounder that very effortlessly out-striped a human being. The professor was far away, his mind pondering, no doubt, over the boy and what else he may be capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'1137 is truly something, isn't he...' he said finally, eyes still fixed on the boy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Valentine&lt;/span&gt; is more than just something. He's a gift.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You seem to have a fondness towards the boy...' he stated, looking sideways at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I mean, yes, yes, I do... There's just something about him that...' Nadia let her words trail off into nothingness. Alexander nodded for he understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How would you like to extend you stay here at iDen?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Full-time employment. You will be charged with the upkeep and welfare of young Valentine here. After all, the test results showed that he responds better to you than anyone else.' He finished the last part with a hint of bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, maybe if you all would cut down on the needles and screening and maybe treat him more like a person-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So what do you say?' he said before she could finish. He didn't sound angry or annoyed, rather more eager for results than an argument. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I... I don't know,' Nadia said finally, and it was the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're a very sensitive person, Nadia-' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, and you're all as cold as stone!' she burst out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, you misunderstood me, I wasn't accusing you of being weak. You have a heart of gold, Nadia... Not many people are like you. It doesn't take a degree in anthropology to see that. You're just better with these things than others. After all, science can only do so much...' Nadia stared at him. The look in his eyes said it all and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You may ask for anything here. You will have full access to the facility and the pay will be generous. There will-' he stopped talking for Nadia raised a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'll do it... I don't want a fancy company car or money.' she turned to look at Valentine who had finished the song and was now cocking his head low on keys and sampling the sound every one made. 'You just make sure your people don't hurt him,' she said with unconcealed anger and determination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It will be looked into...' Cordell muttered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You better...' she said, before entering the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a spacious chamber with white panels covering the walls. Near the high ceiling were frosted windows where Rachel or some other scientist was busy with a clipboard. It took quite a while to reach Valentine who had stopped his key-pushing and had turned long ago to fix his eyes on her. On approach, he sinked a little on the high stool and his beak gaped a fraction. It was textbook fear, but again, according to Cordell, he responded better to her than the others. She shuddered at the thought of what the others did to make him comply to blood tests, body screening and everything else they made him do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stopped a distance away, not wanting to distress him further. Valentine was a timid little thing, she thought. The tan feathers and fur had all grown out, making him more real than the first time she saw him. He was deadlier now... The combination of two top-notch predators made anyone think twice about coming near him. Nadia could picture literally a hundred ways Valentine could harm her and the number kept growing. Even so, it was he who was scared of everyone else. His amber eyes with blood-red pupils were wide with fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'May I come sit with you?' Nadia said softly, not breaking eye-contact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded and made to get off the stool entirely but Nadia held him down gently with her hand as she approached. 'No, please... Sit and play for me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded, and Nadia couldn't help buy stare in awe at their sharpness and their intensity. They looked like they could see through her. He blinked and tilted his head a little as if to say "Is everything all right?" She kneeled down beside the stool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Could you play that song again? It was beautiful... I've honestly never heard anyone play it as well as you did.' she said. Valentine stared at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're special, Valentine... Don't forget that...,' she said. He didn't immediately respond. He made a sound and from his beak, the words came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'T-Thank you,' he croaked clumsily and she stared at him in disbelief. 'You spoke!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is is alright?' he sounded so small, young and innocent, like a little boy who's just confessed to breaking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It-It's better than alright. I-I understand you better.' She smiled and watched as he mirrored her expression with mild difficulty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Haven't smiled before, have you?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No' he said, starting the song again, his talon-ended fingers dancing over the ivory and ebony gracefully. The song he generated was just so beautiful... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I think you'll be smiling a lot more often from now on...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I hope so...' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I know so.' she said, wrapping an around him and noting the curious feeling of the feathers beneath the fabric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine smiled in response and played a little more enthusiastically. Nadia smiled and scooted a little closer to watch his little digits dance over the keys and she mulled over the future and what other gifts the child possessed; gifts that fate had kept hidden from them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-5551374502004610230?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5551374502004610230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/gryphon-piano-and-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/5551374502004610230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/5551374502004610230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/gryphon-piano-and-love.html' title='The Gryphon, The Piano and The Love.'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-5070362353891279000</id><published>2011-07-22T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T23:41:51.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because It's a Lazy Saturday and I'm Bored of Gaming</title><content type='html'>Here's a list of every character I've ever thought up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point Break &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Leo Hastings (cut) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Marcus Hutch (redone) - Cecil's boss and good friend. Former US Marine and now the leader of The Community. Engaged to Elizabeth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Cecil Reinhart - The main protagonist. His whole family dies during the virus outbreak. A troubled person after the accident, he survives only because he doesn't have the guts to kill himself. That changes when he meets his love interest, Laura Summers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Laura Summers - Cecil's love interest. Born in Montana, she moves to New York with her dad after her mother's death in a horse riding accident. Her father dies and she narrowly escapes death when the military bomb the Lincoln Tunnel (under the Hudson River). She is rescued by Nora McGrigor and the two of them live together soon after. Later, they accept a job transfer to San Francisco because the two of them are eager to learn how actually fight using weapons instead of cowering in fear all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Nora McGrigor. - Orphaned after a car crash at the age of two, Nora resided at St. Gale's Academy for Orphaned Girls in Manhattan until the virus outbreak. She saves Laura and becomes her best friend soon after. She falls in love with Kyle Derrenger later on the the series. Nora prefers bows and arrows to guns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Kyle Derrenger - Son of business magnate, Charles Derrenger, Kyle leads an unhappy life prior to the virus outbreak due to loneliness as his parents don't really love him and he isn't allowed to mingle with anyone outside the social circle of the elite. Derrenger Mints makes weaponry and other military-related equipment such as sentry turrets, UAVs and UGVs. He falls for Nora when she first arrives but doesn't tell anyone until later in the series. He happily supplies The Community with weapons. Untrained socially, he has the tendency to ramble and can be annoying at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Gabriel "Mort" Morton Lancaster - Son of research scientist, Rachel Lancaster, he lives in isolation from the others and doesn't tell anyone who his mother is until much later in the series. He prefers the name "Mort" to "Gabriel" simply because he thinks "Gabriel" sounds a little girly. Mort is extremely bright and and is an expert with computers. He aids Cecil and his team and acts as the "tech guy". He also helps The Community with other things like hacking into power grids and disabling security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Jim Morrison - The man who saves Cecil after he changes. He's smart and a generally good guy. He initially betrays The Community on the threat that the entire city will be completely destroyed. He dies after saving Cecil again at the end of the first Point Break book and Cecil vows to take revenge because he hasn't paid him back for saving him (In the book, there is this unspoken rule that you have to repay the person who saves you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Dr. Grant - One of the three people who initially saves Cecil and helps to patch him up. Dies after the post-virus assault after from the iDen company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Raven Sadusky - The "angel" Cecil sees as he passes out just as he thinks he's going to die. Dies in the coming months after the virus outbreak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Louigi Vinchenzo - The car parts supplier. Former owner of a car dealership, he now supplies people with their automotive needs. Cecil goes to him often as his car, Kitt, an older model Mustang GT320 (Hydrocell conversion) breaks down a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) "Kitt" /KITT - Cecil's car with a personality of its own. Kitt is a corrupt AI that believes itself to be the Mustang from Knight Rider despite being of a newer model. Kitt is Cecil's closest friend but their relationship can best be described as that of a love-hate one. Discovered in a scrap yard, Cecil manages to "convince" Kitt to be his car at the threat of the crusher. When's he's communicating with others outside of his cabin, his windshield displays an "X" with two circular swirls on either side, forming a sort of frowning face (though K1TT can display emotion through altering the lines.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wow, this is taking forever... Ah, hell, I'll just list them. (It'll take forever to list down everyone along with their bio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) "Patch" Taylor&lt;br /&gt;14) Samantha Lee&lt;br /&gt;15) Dr. Rachel Lancaster&lt;br /&gt;16) Dr. Alexander Cordell&lt;br /&gt;17) Dr. Noah Benton&lt;br /&gt;18) Dr. Brock COstanzo&lt;br /&gt;19) Dr. Nadia Simone&lt;br /&gt;20) Dr. Kurt Malkovitch&lt;br /&gt;21) Dr. Sophie Remone&lt;br /&gt;22) Redderick Valentine / RED-1137&lt;br /&gt;23) Eric Schindler&lt;br /&gt;24) Jacob Turner&lt;br /&gt;25) Amanda Turner&lt;br /&gt;26) Bryce Turner&lt;br /&gt;27) Caroline Turner&lt;br /&gt;28) Heather Clarke&lt;br /&gt;29) Dr.Daniel Sayle&lt;br /&gt;30) Edward "Eddie" Fletcher&lt;br /&gt;31) Megan Skye &lt;br /&gt;32) Elizabeth Palmer&lt;br /&gt;33) Simon Powell&lt;br /&gt;34) General Brooks&lt;br /&gt;35) Tanya Barrows&lt;br /&gt;36) Calvin Reinhart&lt;br /&gt;37) Rebecca Reinhart&lt;br /&gt;38) Ruth Reinhart&lt;br /&gt;39) Yuri&lt;br /&gt;40) Lt. Mora&lt;br /&gt;41) Madeline Walken&lt;br /&gt;42) Lewis Masterson&lt;br /&gt;43) Scott Reinhart (cut)&lt;br /&gt;44) Sarah Reinhart (cut)&lt;br /&gt;45) K. Madison&lt;br /&gt;46) L. Madison&lt;br /&gt;47) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodderick St. James / That Victorie thing (Steampunk underwater city + cool technology + opression = An awesome setting for an "emotional" book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Rodderick St. James&lt;br /&gt;49) Jack St. James&lt;br /&gt;50) Walton St. James&lt;br /&gt;51) Alyssa Jacobs&lt;br /&gt;52) Tom Sanderson&lt;br /&gt;53) Carly Porters&lt;br /&gt;54) Rodger Maverick&lt;br /&gt;55) Charles Ferguson&lt;br /&gt;56) Wendy Hawthorne&lt;br /&gt;57) Cecil Atkins&lt;br /&gt;58) Esther Atkins&lt;br /&gt;59) Mitch&lt;br /&gt;60) Marshall Ericson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nest Hollow (A werewolf story I came up with to show how just about anyone can write a better book than Twilight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) Ellie Waterson&lt;br /&gt;62) Alec Greyson&lt;br /&gt;63) Freki Henkell&lt;br /&gt;64) Jack Waterson&lt;br /&gt;65) Evelyn Waterson&lt;br /&gt;66) Robert Waterson&lt;br /&gt;67) Brent Larkin&lt;br /&gt;68) Lindsay Taylor&lt;br /&gt;69) Jason Davenport&lt;br /&gt;70) Kieth Marshall&lt;br /&gt;71) Mayor David Hall&lt;br /&gt;72) Diana&lt;br /&gt;73) Stephen Steineman&lt;br /&gt;74) Richard Greyson&lt;br /&gt;75) Jill Greyson&lt;br /&gt;76) Heather Greyson&lt;br /&gt;77) Rochelle Newman&lt;br /&gt;78) Melvin Chai&lt;br /&gt;79) Reiss Sinclair&lt;br /&gt;80) Malcolm Sinclair&lt;br /&gt;81) Fiona Sinclair&lt;br /&gt;82) Todd Flehming&lt;br /&gt;83) Holly Gribbs&lt;br /&gt;84) Zooey Masen&lt;br /&gt;85) Miss Eijit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daxus and Ryne (It was meant to be a comic but I haven't even started yet :/ Basically, the story goes like this: Ryne has always lived in the shadow of Daxus, his roommate, colleague at IB3X Logistics. Daxus seemed to always be successful at everything and his success was always constantly overshadowing his. What's more was that he didn't seem to try too hard and he was always nice to everyone. It was so easy to hate him and at the same time, he was so easy to like. One day, the IB3X technical department gets a new recruit: Melissa Pierson, and Ryne is smitten. Asking Daxus about her, he replies that she had asked to go on a date with him about 30 seconds ago.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86) Daxus Paylor&lt;br /&gt;87) Ryne Connors&lt;br /&gt;88) Walther King&lt;br /&gt;89) Melissa Pierson &lt;br /&gt;90) Gregory Paylor&lt;br /&gt;91) Frederick Connors&lt;br /&gt;92) CAtherine Connors&lt;br /&gt;93) Lauren Connors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junkyard City (I imagine it to be Tim Burton-ish with dark things portrayed in a positive light)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94) Wendy&lt;br /&gt;95) Mr. Gentleman&lt;br /&gt;96) Sammie&lt;br /&gt;97) The Evil Mysterio&lt;br /&gt;98) Grandma&lt;br /&gt;99) Mom&lt;br /&gt;100) Wendy's brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supermarket King (It's about these people in England who run a supermarket when suddenly, a developer comes along to knock it all down) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101) Suresh&lt;br /&gt;102) Patricia&lt;br /&gt;103) Morgan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerebro (It's kind of like Inception but I GOT THE IDEA BEFORE THE FILM CAME OUT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104) Dr. Tennant&lt;br /&gt;105) Jason Tennant&lt;br /&gt;106) Milton Howard&lt;br /&gt;107) Ellen &lt;br /&gt;108) The Constantine&lt;br /&gt;109) Paige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not all. I have more, just that I wasn't sure what some of the character's names were and that I haven't thought the series through to develop more characters. But you, what you see here isn't just a spectrum of random names. They all have their own back story. Thanks for taking the time to read this. I really appreciate it because nobody seems to give a crap about writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-5070362353891279000?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5070362353891279000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-because-its-lazy-saturday-and-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/5070362353891279000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/5070362353891279000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-because-its-lazy-saturday-and-im.html' title='Just Because It&apos;s a Lazy Saturday and I&apos;m Bored of Gaming'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-5342764879931580041</id><published>2011-07-22T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T21:36:54.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Think?</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking that since I hardly post anything about my life on here, I should post stuff on my books instead. Really, I have nothing of any significance to post here about my life but I have several book-related things I'd like to post here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manuscripts, plots, short stories, etc. You get the picture, right? Alternatively, I was thinking about getting a new blog - something just for writing instead. Well, I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I really have nothing to blog about... Oh! I'm making button badges! Basically, I'm borrowing the idea from JoEe and making new button badges out of old ones. You draw whatever you want on a piece of paper, color it and cut it out, and then you stick in onto the old bad you want to use and then laminate it with book wrapper or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several designs in the sketchbook I'm using but I haven't colored any of them yet. Expect to see me finished in forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah! I've submitted an article to the Minda magazine! And also a picture. The article's below: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Legend by Brandon Choo, 4 Budi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1966, Somewhere in Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ‘Yeah? Get dad to move back to Arizona then I’ll play ball with you!’ he said before slamming the trailer door behind him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm stared at the door from his spot on the hood of the station wagon. Malcolm was your average seven-year old kid. He was skinny with black hair and amber eyes, and a passion for baseball. He wore thick glasses and a set of hand-me-down clothes that were slightly soiled with earth. Sliding off onto the earthy ground, he tossed the ball and the mitt he had been playing with into the back seat and went to walk aimlessly around the campsite. It was a huge clearing lined with humungous pine trees, just outside of the skeleton of a town choked with RVs and mobile trailers. At the moment, it was largely vacant as many of the future residents of Nest Hollow were attending a meeting in town. The town hall had only just been finished a few days ago and the roads would be ready in a week. Malcolm’s dad had mentioned that they’d be able to get a look at their new house in a week’s time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm’s dad had instructed his older brother, Reiss to take care of Malcolm while they were out, which Reiss apparently interpreted as leaving him alone and ignoring him, just as he had always done. Malcolm and Reiss were like oil and water; the two just didn’t go together. It seemed impossible for someone to be mad and grumpy all the time but Reiss was apparently an exception. Moving to Nest Hollow had only made him worse and every little thing seemed to bug him: the poor TV reception, the endless amounts of rain, the cold, the wildlife – the list seemed to go on forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it was hard for Malcolm too; leaving his friends behind, but he quickly made new ones here on the campsite. He couldn’t help but wonder – was it so difficult for Reiss to do the same? He was nearing one of the picnic tables, paying attention to nothing but the sounds of the forest and the gravel crunching beneath his shoes when he heard the trailer door open behind him. It was Reiss. He had a smile plastered on his face and Malcolm caught the jacket he threw at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Come on, we’re going for a walk,’ he said cheerfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t you hate it here?’ Malcolm asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I think we should go check out that lake near the main road,’ he said, ignoring Malcolm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Dad said we shouldn’t leave the camp grounds.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You want to do something or not?! It’ll be fun! Maybe we’ll see a fox or something.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, the two of them were leaping over puddles and pushing low-hanging branches out of their faces. It was almost seven and the sky above them was a brilliant orange colour but it wasn’t the time or place to admire a sunset. Night would soon be upon them and the lake was nowhere in sight. The camp grounds were far, far behind them – disturbingly so. Even more disturbing was Reiss’s tuneless whistling mixed in with the sounds of the forest. Even in the low light, Malcolm could see that his smile hadn’t faltered one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Do you know where we’re going?’ Malcolm finally said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We’re almost there,’ he said, and something about his tone worried Malcolm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm rubbed his hands together and exhaled into them. He made to zip up his jacket for the umpteenth time but the zip was already up. He wished he had thought about bringing along another jacket or at least a pair of gloves. Ahead, Reiss stopped abruptly and Malcolm realized they had emerged in another clearing, but this wasn’t the campgrounds. It was huge; almost the size of two stadiums, but he couldn’t tell exactly how big it was because it was night already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you around… or not.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m leaving you here,’ Reiss said, looking into Malcolm’s eyes this time. The smile and cheerfulness was gone, replaced instead with a piercing scowl and a crazed look in his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm blinked at him. Was he serious? Leaving his own brother in the middle of the forest? It was madness! He couldn’t honestly be serious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Since you love it here so much, I thought it’d be fitting to –‘ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t finish for Malcolm was now attacking him with everything he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘TAKE ME BACK, YOU JERK!’ he yelled. He scratched, clawed, kicked and punched at his brother. Never before had he pushed him this far. Reiss, being more than double his age and size overpowered him easily before he could do any real damage. Malcolm landed on his back, the force of the landing knocking his glasses askew. Reiss’ neck was bleeding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened his mouth to say something but he was cut short by a deep rumbling growl from behind Malcolm. He knew only one animal that made that sound. Malcolm shut his eyes. Heavy footsteps sounded behind him, their force felt in the ground beneath him. When the wolves didn’t immediately began to rip them to shreds, Malcolm opened his eyes a fraction just in time to see the horrified look on Reiss’ face before he turned around and bolted into the darkness. Then, as the wild rustle of leaves and cracking branches died down, only the whisper of the trees and the sound of the animals behind him could be heard. Slowly, he turned to find a pack of seven. The jet black one seemed to be the alpha as he was the biggest and he advanced towards him first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t know what to do as the creature slinked around him, scrutinizing him. He could smell him; hear his heavy breathing and he could almost make out the slow rhythmic heart beats from within its chest. He noted his paws: huge with equally huge claws. Malcolm gulped. Suddenly, the creature nudged him onto his back with a forepaw. The beast was on top of him, dwarfing his small frame. The creature was looking into his eyes and Malcolm mirrored him, their noses almost touching. The wolf’s eyes glowed ever so slightly. They were amber, just like his. Then the glow vanished as the creature shut them and did a sort of howl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was no ordinary howl. The world around him erupted in a brilliant glow of gold. He could hear what sounded like the wind and music. Shadows and shapes danced around him. Then, from out of the beast’s muzzle came a small orb. It looked like a miniature sun as it inched closer to him and then entered his mouth, sending strange sensations throughout his body. Warmth shot through him, effectively thawing him. Heat seemed to twine itself around his limbs. Surely he would catch fire! The heat was just so intense. Then, the light disappeared and Malcolm blacked out just as the black wolf collapsed dead next to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fawn wolf who had been watching intently just feet away nudged its fallen leader in respect before fetching the boy to take him to the town. Malcolm rested on the back of the creature beneath him as it loped towards the nearest search party of humans, not knowing he was special, not knowing he would be the stuff of legends, not knowing that Reiss would never be found, nor that strange people would start paying his family a visit. He couldn’t know at that moment that Nest Hollow was a town for people who were gifted with his newfound ability and that the mayor was at that precise moment looking through a book for an old fable entitled “The Two Brothers”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd upload the picture but it's in .png format so it'll take quite a while to upload. You can see it on my DeviantArt page here: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://veneracio.deviantart.com/#/d3q4icc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for nothing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-5342764879931580041?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5342764879931580041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-do-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/5342764879931580041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/5342764879931580041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-do-you-think.html' title='What Do You Think?'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-2444338267841337635</id><published>2011-04-02T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T19:27:18.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking New Ground</title><content type='html'>I didn't know why I did this, but hey, it's better than doing my moral homework. =) What you see below are the transcripts from audio logs made by one the nine scientists. There's more to come. =) Dr. Rachel Lancaster PhD., M.D., etc. She's the senior supervisor of the project, second in charge after Dr. Alexander Cordell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKING NEW GROUND. This article only serves as a reference and hence, it is subject to change and it may or may not be used in future story elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the voice audio log of Dr. Rachel Lancaster, dated February 14th, 2010, 2104 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s here! And he’s amazing! It’s unbelievable! Truly ground-breaking! I’m in the temporary maternity ward, looking at him now. I still don’t believe it... We’ve done it... We’ve successfully engineered the first viable cross-human... Lot 1137 is a success! He’s living – breathing the air and everything. I can see his little chest rise and fall with every breath he takes, as he sleeps in the cot before me.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, further tests are to be conducted to ensure that 1137 is stable. The team has decided to call him ‘Valentine’ after the occasion on the day of which he was born. I know, it’s a little early to get our hopes up. After all, we do have one-thousand-one-hundred-and-thirty-six failures under our belts... Still, I have to admit the feedback looks good. Molecular bonds appear to hold at this time. Further research has been approved and will commence first thing tomorrow. Young Valentine here will be under close observation for the next few weeks under the care of Dr. Simone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, documentation: Subject has more or less similar weight and mass as that of a regular, newborn human baby. Upper body is almost bare, with the slight presence of feathers, while the bottom half resembles that of a mammal. Head is cone-shaped, with a pointed protrusion on the facial area. The pointed extremity appears to be a bird beak of some sort. What appears to be yellow fur covers the body from the waist down. The feet also appear to have paw pads. Lastly, subject has a tail that appears proportionate to its body mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1137 bares a strong likeness to the legendary gryphon – half lion and half eagle; the DNA seems to have spliced in harmony. I know it sounds bizarre, but everything looks alright: all natural. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When I first came here, I thought Benton was mad! Now, I think I’m starting to see some sense in some of his ideologies. It makes sense – I think... Well, Science is about improving the quality of human life and we’re doing just that here. Valentine, you’re just the beginning. You’re going to change the face of science forever. Sleep well, kiddo, you’ve got some big days ahead of you. End of audio log.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-2444338267841337635?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2444338267841337635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/breaking-new-ground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2444338267841337635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2444338267841337635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/breaking-new-ground.html' title='Breaking New Ground'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-5681312309113979304</id><published>2011-03-03T02:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T04:14:29.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nest Hollow - "The Lycan Book" (The Big Bad Book)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kwskutl9K58/TW-F04Plt4I/AAAAAAAAAl8/Tb7827KXJ4s/s1600/Mt%2BHood%2BLost%2BLake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kwskutl9K58/TW-F04Plt4I/AAAAAAAAAl8/Tb7827KXJ4s/s400/Mt%2BHood%2BLost%2BLake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579825606832797570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where exactly to place Nest Hollow in Oregon, but it definitely has a great view of Mt. Hood and its pristine lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HHX7fqboZkg/TW-FUkzuqgI/AAAAAAAAAl0/QYUrydbxddQ/s1600/Sunnyslope_salem_oregon_snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HHX7fqboZkg/TW-FUkzuqgI/AAAAAAAAAl0/QYUrydbxddQ/s400/Sunnyslope_salem_oregon_snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579825051859855874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view out of Ellie's bedroom window. (Well, it's what I imagine it might look like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extract from the "Lycan Book" (Haven't thought of a proper title yet) aka. The Big Bad Book. Something of the Nest Hollow universe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lycanthropes aka. werewolves have existed in secret since the beginning of time. Therefore, it is your responsibility, you, the reader, to ensure that the safety and secrecy of our kind is continued. Under no circumstances should you leave this copy of lycan-related material lying around anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter One : A Brief History of the Werewolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, werewolves have existed since the beginning of time, although their exact origin is yet to be determined. Countless legends and myths have arisen from the many sightings and creative thinking of early humans. In earlier times, humans believed that werewolves, or part-beasts were the works of witchcraft and dark magic (In certain cases, it is such) and were therefore feared as evil creatures of the night, walking the earth to do the bidding of Satan himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the more popular beliefs of lycanthropy is that a subject would change into a wolfish creature for one to several days during the course of a full moon. Werewolves are also said to be immune towards everything except silver bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of those so called "myths" are almost completely untrue and are often ridiculed upon by the more modern werewolves. Although some research has been done in recent years, scientists have yet to decipher what it truly means to be a werewolf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural-born werewolves (meaning one or both parents carry lycanthropy) hit what is fondly known as "wolf puberty" around the age of sixteen. Like humans, females mature earlier than boys by several years. During this delicate period, a carrier of lycanthropy, be it a boy or a girl, will be subject to erratic and often violent physical and emotional changes. A parent should be fully aware of what to expect before even thinking of conceiving. The physical changes include the positive growth of muscles and bones, almost complete immunity towards disease or illness, speedy regeneration of damaged cells; all the bells and whistles you'd normally expect in werewolves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this may be positive, one must remember that an individual is still a wolf at heart and must be handled with extreme caution, particularly in the case of adolescents as they are the most prone to anxiety and stress and have yet to master complete control of the wolf within them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mental changes go downhill from there: An adolescent is subject to "concentrated" stimuli due to the newly hightened senses. Emotions, anger in particular, are among the most difficult to control, especially in males. Control over one's emotions are vital for survival in today's modern cities and urban areas as forests are scarce and the concrete jungles of today hardly offer nearly enough protection from unruly eyes should one suddenly phase in a fit of anger. Emotion management is simple enough to master but one should consider taking emotion management classes, whether by humans or fellow lycans. Sexual urges in both males and females have arisen problems in the past and continue to do so today. Scientists believe that the 24th chromosome is largely to blame for this. Uncontrollable lust and desire in both parties are among the more notable negative side-effects of lycanthrope. This can be treated with the administration of hormone counter-reactive medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the rules and decrees laid down by the Federation, the lycan hierarchy system is perhaps the most important. An Alpha male and female is to lead their packs and protect their respective communities. The Alpha pair is assisted by a Beta and Co-Beta, along with their mates. (See Chapter 15 - Wolf Laws)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As magical creatures, werewolves are also granted a certain extent of magic to their magical properties. Wolves of the past were grandmasters of lycan magic, being able to bend the elements of this world to their favor. The most notable practitioners of this magic is the celebrated Chief Darcus Grayback, Chief and Alpha of the Aux Tribe of Nevada. Grayback, or more fondly known by his nickname, "Sun Wolf" was a master of the flame and could make his wolf appear as a blazing inferno of an animal; likely prompting the "Fire Demon" myths in the area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a werewolf is a gift granted to only the few of us. Appreciating and accepting who we are is vital in the upbringing of a young lycan in preparation for the great adventure that is life itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpfVbxbzKkQ/TW-Eg1pDn_I/AAAAAAAAAls/5cOx2Fh7igs/s1600/1oregon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpfVbxbzKkQ/TW-Eg1pDn_I/AAAAAAAAAls/5cOx2Fh7igs/s400/1oregon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579824163025297394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere here... is the most awesome almost-city in the US of A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-5681312309113979304?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5681312309113979304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/nest-hollow-lycan-book-big-bad-book_2114.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/5681312309113979304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/5681312309113979304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/nest-hollow-lycan-book-big-bad-book_2114.html' title='Nest Hollow - &quot;The Lycan Book&quot; (The Big Bad Book)'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kwskutl9K58/TW-F04Plt4I/AAAAAAAAAl8/Tb7827KXJ4s/s72-c/Mt%2BHood%2BLost%2BLake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-2122273314423679367</id><published>2011-02-19T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T23:48:46.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point Break: Book Four: The Prologue</title><content type='html'>Okay, I haven't really thought the Point Break series through. There are huge gaps in the storyline, particularly in book three and the ending parts, so I'm just going to go ahead and explain book four. But before that, a brief summary of book three: Cecil returns from Anchorage with the persuasion of Kyle and his two-year old (15 in people years) son, Scott. Things at home have changed: Under Red's regime, the humans are separated from the rest of the Community, forced into seclusion (It's sort of like racism, where there is the impression that one social class is better than the other.) The black market, where everyone goes to, to barter for necessities is shut down. A curfew is in active, preventing anyone from carrying out "unproductive" activities. In a nutshell, things are like a prison camp. Cecil returns as "Carl Raynor", an Irish mechanical engineer as he is still wanted dead or alive by Red. Oh, I can't believe I forgot to add this; Red is sort of like the antagonist within the Community. He becomes Marcus' successor at the end of Book 2 after Marcus is changed by iDen into a full wolf. (Grade 4) Oh, and here is what their eyes look like :P (Grade 4 Infected)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7r9dnnW5fM/TWDFG2XNMpI/AAAAAAAAAlk/puoLqSTbYyY/s1600/RED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7r9dnnW5fM/TWDFG2XNMpI/AAAAAAAAAlk/puoLqSTbYyY/s400/RED.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575673060147409554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the name 'RED'. This is the last thing someone experiences before every cell in their body feels as if its on fire and then they change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. After that there is a huge gap in the storyline. Book 3 ends with Marcus Hutch being cured and reinstated as the Community leader and Red is forced into hiding after this. This is also where the Community members discover "The Colony", another band of survivors living in the decimated south of the city. Talks are to be initiated with them in order to save everything. (The iDen New York branch discovered that it is in fact possible to further infect the Grade 2 and 3 infected, turning them into vicious, violent and blood-thirsty Grade 4s. iDen's aim for this is to get control of everyone via the finding of the "Master Controller", referenced in one of Dr. William Carlton's stolen audio diaries; a mysterious thingy that they've yet to find.) Anyway, the book ends with Colony leader, Jacob Turner hunched over an audio diary, being alerted that there is a "visitor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book Four is the prologue to everything, explained in a first-person narrative by Lieutenant Jacob Turner. Invited by the iDen Corporation to participate in "Project Knight", Jake, along with twelve others throughout the country are to commit to testing to create the perfect soldier. Jake is promised a promotion to General in iDen's new defense division. the participants start going missing, however. The remaining seven are suspicious and they band together in order to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antagonists are : Triten Cobb, New Jersey native and participant in the Kinght project. Backstabber. ;Professor Noah Benton, founder and also the head of iDen San Francisco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable characters are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corporal Mackenzie Reyes: The only female participant in the program and the one of the seven remaining participants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Nadia Simone PhD: iDen's psychologist and also Jake's close ally. One of the Nine: The team of renowned scientists from all over the world that discovered RED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Brock Costanzo : Chief surgeon. Made the mistake of administering 'Draco' to Jake. He dies in the book. Got thrown into a medicine cabinet so hard that they literally had to scrape bits of him off the floor and walls. Also part of the Nine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I also haven't thought this book through and so here's the summary: Jake is turned into a dragon with the research obtained from the previous and now deceased test subjects. Natural armor plating all over makes him bulletproof and impervious to extreme temperatures. He's also cold blooded, a rarity even in the Point Break world as it is nearly impossible and often fatal to change blood types. He is betrayed by Nadia and Triten who have played him throughout the story. Nadia tries to repent, however, and gives her life in an attempt to set him free. The date is June the 20th, 2010; one and a half weeks after the virus outbreak. Jake saves a group of infected free as they are being hauled by iDen Guards and Marines onto buses bound for the incinerator. It is only revealed in later books that Marcus Hutch was one of the Marines on duty. He, along with the survivors decide to band together in order to survive. Two years pass. Jake is sitting alone in a room, relating the events that have taken place to an audio diary when he is summoned by his right-hand man, Eric Schindler. A "visitor" has been spotted heading in their direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a picture of Jake in human form and also as a dragon but I've misplaced them. :/ Schindler, however, I do have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqss3Z0GuDw/TWDDUjUnbeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/0Lkti8qshOc/s1600/Eric%2BSchindler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqss3Z0GuDw/TWDDUjUnbeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/0Lkti8qshOc/s400/Eric%2BSchindler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575671096531185122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Face like a broken wine bottle and knife blades for fingers... Freaky just isn't enough of a word." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I forgot I have a picture that looks like Triten exactly!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJrlSPGXjOU/TWDEOojla3I/AAAAAAAAAlc/80p8QpGb95Y/s1600/__In_the_future____by_DarthiaWolf%2BTritan.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJrlSPGXjOU/TWDEOojla3I/AAAAAAAAAlc/80p8QpGb95Y/s400/__In_the_future____by_DarthiaWolf%2BTritan.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575672094368557938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, wouldja' look at me... Unconventional, yes. But oh, I think this will work just nicely." - Triten Cobb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-2122273314423679367?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2122273314423679367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/point-break-book-four-prologue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2122273314423679367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2122273314423679367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/point-break-book-four-prologue.html' title='Point Break: Book Four: The Prologue'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7r9dnnW5fM/TWDFG2XNMpI/AAAAAAAAAlk/puoLqSTbYyY/s72-c/RED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-231671178709169457</id><published>2011-01-30T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:17:23.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Ideas</title><content type='html'>I now have a total of six ideas for books and here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Point Break book. You've probably already heard of it because I can't shut up about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The Saga of Rodderick St. James: It's loosely based on Point Break. The story is set in the year 1960, in a a dystopian-like underwater city. I kind of got the idea from Bioshock. The title character, Rodderick is the second generation of the underclass citizens, people who have sacrificed their humanity for their continued existence. (decades prior, a war broke out between the upper-class and the underclass citizens. When the underclass lost, they were forced to "splice up" to increase productivity and also to make identification between the classes easier.) Rodderick is a "wrenchie", tasked with managing the city's plumbing systems at the very bottom of the ocean, where he lives along with the underclass. His job is to make sure nothing explodes and sinks the whole place. He is a talking nineteen-year old white wolf (don't know why, but I seem fond of talking animals) who lives with his retired father and six-year old brother, Jack. Rodderick is an inventor, he invented the cryptex, a sort of Rubik's cube thing and also the telephone voice recorder, plus several other things that catch the attention of Rodger Maverick, business magnate and owner of Maverick Enterprises, a company that researches and develops new technology. Incidentally, Rodderick catches Rodger's eye and he offers him a deal like many before him. Throughout the years, Rodger has found many "talents" from the underclass and have helped to develop their ideas. And so, these "talents" now reside "upstairs" and now live a life of luxury. "It's my own way of giving back to society," he says. (Rodger was once an underclass citizen until he worked his way up the ranks) Rodderick jumps at the opportunity, but Alyssa, his close friend feels otherwise. Many know Rodger to be a mob boss, challenging the ruling powers of the city and always "having his way" when things weren't right. He makes people disappear. What is Rodderick to do? Sacrifice a chance at real life or his friendship with Alyssa and everyone else? Wrong choices have fatal consequences in this game of political struggle and conflict between the classes. And as Jigsaw might put it... "Live or die, make your choice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Junkyard City. Ellie moves in with her grandmother and her "weird-smelling" house. As if that weren't bad enough, her obnoxious little brother gets to spend the holidays at Camp Kenoa, an adventure camp that's just packed with fun. Barely days after she has arrived, she gets acquainted with the local kids and their stories of the town. The town was once the scene of many heinous crimes and terrible disasters: witchcraft, the Spanish Influenza, a great fire that once destroyed half the town, etc. Following this, many have left because they feel that the town is cursed. Ellie doesn't believe anything of what the gang tells her, calling it "utter bullshit." The gang falls in love with her instantly and she is automatically accepted in. But a few weeks later, in the town's junkyard, they get shrunk whilst playing around among some wrecked cars. Ellie is alone as she wanders on and on towards some lights. At first, she thought is was the town, but it is in fact Junkyard City, a city constructed entirely of waste and inhabited by old toys controlled by spirits. Ellie's first encounter with one of the mysterious beings is with Sammie, a sort of "voodoo doll" with a softball for a head that had rusty screws hammered into it as "hair". Sammie a hyper sort of person who has an IQ of a two-year old, according to another rag doll, Mr. Gentleman, who has his legs ripped off later on in the story. The city's mayor, Lord Voldermort (Yes, the one from Harry Potter. He's actually a nice guy, really. Made of plastic) shrunk them with a shrink-ray gun from a failed military experiment that was disposed there in the city. He did that because they needed their help because the bigger town council will be taking out the dump and thus, destroying the city. The characters are very Tim Burton-like and is set in a very dark environment. The toys themselves look like they were from the emo-version of Toy STory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I don't know whether I should write this or not, but I guess I will because I HAD THE FREAKING IDEA FIRST!!! Okay, the story goes like this: In the not so distant future, a Professor in New York invents Oracle, a machine that can unlock and edit the mind. coma patients can simply be brought be back through the execution some simple commands in the mind menu. (The average mind is displayed in the form of menus and programs. The complexity of the mind varies and so does the physical representation of it: It varies from a simple list of programs to an entire library of information depending on the individual.) A few weeks later, as Oracle is going through its test phases for its grand unveiling to the world, the Professor's son is involved in a car accident and settles into a coma. When the Professor finally agrees to have his son be scanned, all are in awe. The boy's mind is the size of a world, ever-changing and more complex than anyone could have thought possible. The Professor, along with some of his colleagues have to "plug-in" (like the Matrix) and venture into the boy's mind in search of the "key mechanism" or "throw switch" to bring him back, and on the way, discover the truth about the Boy and all the sinister secrets he has been keeping from the Professor. I said I had the idea first because like six months later, Inception started playing in theaters all over the world and I was like "FUUUU!!!!!11!! D8&lt;," because the boy's mind looks exactly like that, with the roads that bend upwards, the walking on the ceiling and some crap, except the Professor and his friends have no way to tell the difference between what's real and what's not. (They don't have that spinning top thingy) So there, that was Oracle. I'm not sure whether I should write it after Inception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) As you know, the whole Twilight thing exploded way out of proportion, and I thought "Hey, even I can do a better job than sparkly vampires and whiny chicks." The werewolf guy was okay, I guess. Just that he needs to wear a freaking shirt more often. So here is Nest Hollow: All her life, Ellie has known Alec as the adorable and slightly talkative boy next door. It all started on the last day of the holiday when she catches an exchange taking place between Alec and the head prefect, Jordan. They both look as if they were going to rip their throats out. It gets even weirder - she doesn't hear from him in a week and when school finally reopens, she can hardly recognise him. He is built like a body-builder and there seems to be something wrong with his eyes: they are cold and empty, no love in them whatsoever. Ellie's fellow females are now very much interested in the hottest guy in Nest Hollow High, much to her irritation. She wants to find out just what happened to him, the Alec she knew. Things get even weirder from there: Soon, some of the nerdiest and dorkiest people in the school suddenly start getting hotter (or just plain hot, on Barney Stinston's Crazy/Hot Scale). Lindsay Taylor is now the red-headed "vixen" of Nest Hollow, which is funny because just a week ago, Ellie could have sworn that Taylor wore thick glasses and had the worst case of acne for miles around. Brent Larkin, the regular school punching bag now looked like he grew a whole foot in the past week and was now just as ripped as Alec. She noticed something else too, Alec now sits with the smart people at their table in a corner. Months go by and Ellie still ponders over school and Alec and everyone else. Soon, it's the end of the year and Ellie's parents have left her brother in her care while they're on their wedding anniversary. It is also winter, the time of year where the majority of the citizens of Nest Hollow migrate away from the town and its infamous winters in search for warmer climates. Two and a half weeks alone with her obnoxious brother in her father's clinic every alternate night. Just great. But one night, when she decided to leave her brother at home, she hears something outside. Howling and thrashing. A patient in pain? No, two very big and very real wolves doing battle in the parking lot of her dad's clinic! She is terrified. What should she do? Suddenly, the black wolf and her lock gazes and s second later it is thrown into an old car that has been parked there for as long as she could remember by the brown wolf. The brown wolf runs off into the night while the black wolf lies limp in the wreck of the car. Unthinkingly, Ellie rushes out with a stretcher (or whatever you call those wheel cart things you put patients on) Later, she calls Holly, her best fiend with the news that she has a feral animal chained to a slab in her dad's clinic. Holly agrees to come. But when Ellie turns around to check if the beast is still out cold, she finds Alec on the slab instead. Alec is a natural werewolf, with weres as parents. The story oscilates between Alec and Ellie. Later in the story, a bus crashes into an overhead bridge that collapses with Ellie on it, just after she and Alec get into a fight. In order to save her, Alec makes the difficult choice of changing her. He brings her to his hideout, an abandoned power station atop a hill. There, he morphs and bites her on each of her wrists and waits. Lots of stuff happen in it and it is my second favorite series to write. It's funny, it's not as angsty as Twilight, and it's something guys can watch without reeling, instead making them at least 48% more awesome. The first book is mostly about Ellie adapting to her new life as a werewolf and all its fine points and quirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be writing about the sixth story because my fingers are just too tired. So, next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-231671178709169457?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/231671178709169457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-ideas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/231671178709169457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/231671178709169457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-ideas.html' title='New Ideas'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-7401133491162860978</id><published>2011-01-22T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T08:48:24.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011, New Year, More Problems Than Ever</title><content type='html'>Let's get straight to the point, Form 4 and 2011 sucks. The homework sucks, my classmates suck (yes, you know who you are), Pn. Ung is still... being herself (cut-throat bitch with PMS every single day), my house sucks because it's so far away from everything (The funnest thing ever here is a laundromat... and a mamak... but the laundromat is funner... you get to see clothes spinning around in a machine... *spin *spin *spin). Add-Math also gives me headaches by the lesson. Moral education, History and Civics are racially bias and a pain in the ass to learn. (Leaving Malaysia along with every one of my friends. "UP YOURS, MALAYSIA!!1!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought it over and I've concluded that there is nothing remotely "fun" about the year 2011 and the rest of the year. I have six projects alone for Moral due this year, six oral tests for BM, compulsory attendance for ko-ko (Note that I live half and hour away from my house.), tuition for four different subjects and the worst of it all, I don't have time to write my book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought it over and I find no reason why I shouldn't continue. It's (not to sound narcissist or pretentious) original, it's unique (no other movie has the same theme - I'd explain it but I don't know how to do that myself) It's like Harry Potter, without wands of dark wizards, but just as magical. The plot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008,the Diamond chip is invented by 24-year old Stanford dropout, Frederick Messing, who forwards his discovery to iDen Bio-tech. for research and development. Utilizing artificial diamonds as its main component, the world of technology is forever transformed. Artificial diamonds can be grown using only water, air and a special ingredient. The chip can be "programmed" to meet the user's needs and specifications. It can change its shape, change color, be as hard as steel or as malleable as silly putty. It can be a computer, a cell-phone, a camera - all with some simple programs. The diamond chip has lead to many leaps and discoveries in the field of Science. As of 2010, iDen is the largest and most powerful corporate entity in the existence of mankind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present day: June the 10th, 2010, an iDen plane crashes in the forest reserve, located south of the city, minutes after it takes off from San Francisco International Airport. On it were sixty scientists and thirty years' worth of research. The plane was bound for the International Science Expo, held annually in Washington DC. Rescue teams are dispatched from several hospitals in the city. None return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later, a fog rolls out, enveloping the city in thick mist. Within a day, two million are either dead or missing. Grotesque monsters prowl the streets. They don blood-stained clothes and they lift their noses in the air, sniffing, hungry for more blood. More will die and go missing in the coming weeks. The virus spreads throughout the country and then the rest of the world. Miami is accidentally nuked in a mishap that was part of a plan to "sanitize" San Francisco. Entire states are lost even as many measures are taken to curb the virus: destroying of ships, bridges, roads and train tracks; blocking Persona chips (AI) in cars and other forms of transport. The Golden Gate Bridge is destroyed, as well as the Oakland Bay Bridge and most of the southern highway network. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entire nations simply die off. (Malaysia is mostly destroyed (thanks to its incompetent politicians), with the remaining survivors living in rural areas and avoiding the cities. Singapore is almost entirely vacant, with most of its population safe in underwater dwellings, a project initiated in early 2009 as part of the nation's solution for diminishing space on land) The remaining worldwide human population comprises of only 20 percent of what's left (5.2 billion people die) and most of them live in special facilities built by iDen. Tasked with rebuilding the world, iDen acts as the savior to humankind: promising to heal the scars of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 2011 (our story starts here), Six months have passed. Smoke still rises over parts of the city; entire skyscrapers lean against each other; craters in the middle of the street, wrecked cars and destroyed businesses are a common sight. San Francisco appears dead but it is in fact thriving. Cecil James Reinhart, age 15 is one of the survivors of the RED virus. He, along with everyone else around him are no longer human, but they still have rational thinking and reasoning. The only difference now is that they can now do things that are humanly impossible like flying, running super fast, having night vision and ultra-sensitive hearing, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecil is a Marker penguin, an animal whose genes are wholly unremarkable to be spliced with, other than the fact that he could recreate sounds far better than parrots. A nifty trick to get out of talking to someone boring or irritating by mimicking the sound of their cell-phone ring tone, but otherwise useless in combat, the principle of survival in post-apocalyptic San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecil has just passed his KIGER examination (a test thought of by Rodger Kigerson to ensure the survivability and protection of everyone's respective communities. They named it after him "just because". K - Stands for "Killer", I - Stands for "Inglorious", G - Stands for "Good", E - Stands for "End Of Training" and R - Stands for "Recruit" Note: You automatically get the K-Rank if you kill someone, whether you want to or not) with a K-Grade, the highest. Having passed Marcus' (his boss and good friend) small "errands", he is now entitled to form his own team for protection and scavenging duties. (In case you still don't understand, the survivors are assigned duties in their respective communities by their head (Marcus Hutch is San Francisco head) for sustainability. If you refuse, you must leave the community. Those involved in combat and scavenging are exclusively from KIGER.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is that there seems to be nobody in the city who meets his needs. He follows Mort's (Gabriel Morton Lancaster, although Cecil only knows him as "Mort" until sometime in the middle of the book, or maybe the next one) advice to import manpower. Two from New York catch his attention: 15 year old Sam L. Summers, a fifteen-year old medic with lots of experience in combat and Nora Elise MacGrigor, a K-Grade seventeen-year old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later, they arrive and Cecil is sorely disappointed and partially horrified, nearly to the point of retching (should this be in the book?). There was a computer bug and Sam L. Summers is actually Laura Sam Summers, a medic with no experience in combat but wants to learn under Cecil's guidance. Incidentally, she is also the girl whom Cecil admired but failed to hit it off with back in New York. (Cecil moved to San Francisco from New York along with the rest of his now deceased family, following a job offer his father accepted in 2008) The computer bug also failed to explain that Nora was a K-Grade but only in archery and she too has no experience. Frustrated, Cecil eventually takes Laura and Nora under his wing (so to speak), along with Kyle Derrenger (the son of former owner of Derrenger Mints, a gun manufacturer and business magnate, Charles Derrenger. His story is actually quite interesting and sad at the same time.), along with Mort as their tech guy (His story is also sad. Mort prefers to be alone and for a reason. Hell, I'll tell you why: His mom is Doctor Rachel Lancaster PhD., one of The Nine: the team of scientists who made the RED virus. He is afraid his fellow survivors will lynch him if they find out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so their story begins... (Cue orchestra) A story that will span... (awkward pause*) roughly five novels... (music continues, this time with emphasis on the violin and cello) maybe more, but we'll see. A story about self-discovery and hope in a time of despair. (Dramatic cut-scenes of epic stuff) The beginning of an epic journey that will stretch the very boundaries of the human spirit... (Orchestra slowly builds up "oomph")A journey that I promise will be epic... grand... and will make you at least 43% more awesome after reading and will cost the same as Avatar to produce, should it be made into a movie... (I'm guessing I'd be like... really old if it ever will. Still, can't stop dreaming.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring you... (orchestra stops dramatically. Damn, I should be a screen writer) Point Break (Working title, might change it to something more catchy): Evolution/Evolve, whichever works better with the saga name.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, if that was a little exaggerated. But thanks for reading it if you did. I really appreciate it. It means so much to me for someone to know, and even more so for that person to like my idea. If you don't, I have more, and mark my words I will make you like them! (Just saying)             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing has just been a total ramble, hasn't it? =/ Well, the conclusion (Speaking of conclusions, I haven't finished my Physics homework. DOH!) is that life sucks to the power of suck right now, but I won't give up. NEVER! I WILL write this book and finish it one day, and I WILL (Well, maybe "might" would be a better word) publish it. I want to make a name for myself and not just be seen as "Ben's brother" or "Brian's brother" forever. I want to be Brandon! (Gosh, I hate my name) I don't want to be looked down upon! I want people to think twice about crossing me (although they already do when they see me) I want them to freaking FLINCH when I give them a pissed look (although most of they already do). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I sound as pretentious as Sean =/ Yeah, I'm insulting you on my blog. Too bad you won't be here to read it!! =P (sticks tongue out) Android pwns iOS!!! And Sansung Galaxy S &gt; Apple iPad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-7401133491162860978?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7401133491162860978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-new-year-more-problems-than-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7401133491162860978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7401133491162860978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-new-year-more-problems-than-ever.html' title='2011, New Year, More Problems Than Ever'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-4372335726900771468</id><published>2010-09-27T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T07:14:46.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm posting stuff here again. Nothing much - just a few updates on my life so far. I got the Mockingjay book! It was okay, I guess - kinda reminds me of my own book a little, with high-tech battle crafts and weapons and mutations. I got the book like a week before it was out in bookstores. It cost like 60 bucks but I guess it was worth the $ with it being a hard-cover and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the PMR's coming up real soon (really sorry to bring this up) so I wish everyone good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Revision : Science - Haven't started (I'm okay, I guess), History - Read the entire of Form 3 and half of Form 2, Geography - Haven't started, Math (I kinda suck at it lately) - Doing good, no mistakes for subjective papers done so far, KH - Didn't study at all (I got 54/60 for the seminar paper, so I'm not really in danger in this), English - Reading tonnes of books, and some of them are um.. *ahem "unsuitable" for the general audience due to it's *cough "graphic" nature. But what the hell, it's a great read! Won't be mentioning the title of the book (I have it on my iPod) though I will say that it contains werewolves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gtg now, father telling me to "GET OFF THE DAMN COMPUTER!!" Oh, and before I forget, I GOT THE APPLE IPOD TOUCH 4G!!!!! Got it before anyone in Malaysia will get it!!! 8D It's so AWESOME!!! (Don't mean to rub it in your face) And the irony of it is that it's supposed to be my belated birthday present and I got in on September the 18th, Cecil's birthday (Yeah, I'm that obsessed) Happy (belated) Birthday, my imaginary persona!! May you bring about change to this world ('Change,' it's such a dramatic and impact-y word, don't you think?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-4372335726900771468?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4372335726900771468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/ramblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/4372335726900771468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/4372335726900771468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-7143413059725718811</id><published>2010-08-14T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T08:05:28.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catching Fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hunger Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mockingjay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film Adaptation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cast.'/><title type='text'>The Hunger Games Trilogy (Review - Kinda)</title><content type='html'>The Hunger Games! =D The most awesome book series I've read since Harry Potter. If you haven't read it, go buy a copy RIGHT NOW!! (Or I could just lend you, but really, the book will be worth every cent, promise!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGahirBpXnI/AAAAAAAAAi8/BR2hQRpajnQ/s1600/The+Hunger+Games.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGahirBpXnI/AAAAAAAAAi8/BR2hQRpajnQ/s400/The+Hunger+Games.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505265211544264306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book 1 : The Hunger Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it's like this: There's an apocalypse in the near-future in North America. The entire continent is divided into 13 Districts under the power of The Capitol. (Twelve, now that District 13 is supposably reduced to bits of charcoal and pebbles during The Dark Days, when all the Districts united to rebel against The Capitol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the present day, (In the early 22nd century or late 21st, by my estimate) Katniss Everdeen's (Pronounced: Cat - nis) sister, Primrose Everdeen (Prim), is selected as the District 12 tribute for the 74th annual Hunger Games (Each District has to send in a contestant, also known as a tribute to compete in the yearly Hunger Games, a reality TV show in which the 24 contestants - one boy, one girl from each District - has to fight to death in order to win. Winning means you never have to worry about starving or working ever again, losing means death)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is really colorful, with lots and lots of characters and background info on things to bolster the realness and likeliness of it actually happening, which is really cool when you think about it. (Just imagine Malaysia doing that) For example, each District has their own principal industry, like District 1 - Luxury items. District 3 - Electronics and auto mobiles. District 4 - Fishing. District 7 - Paper and lumber. District 11 - Agriculture. District 12 - Coal. The contestants fighting styles lean heavily on whatever knowledge they've obtained in their Districts, like District 4, fishing - trident throwing and net weaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be telling you anymore because then I'd be spoiling the entire book for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGamXAmg2WI/AAAAAAAAAjE/fbILjWVDxOc/s1600/Catching+Fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGamXAmg2WI/AAAAAAAAAjE/fbILjWVDxOc/s400/Catching+Fire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505270508735748450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book 2 : Catching Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Some stuff happens... (Again, don't want to spoil the book.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGamxaeYJBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/I4Osi5y4ebE/s1600/Mockingjay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGamxaeYJBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/I4Osi5y4ebE/s400/Mockingjay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505270962357543954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book 3 : Mockingjay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D8&lt; I STILL don't have it!! It only comes out on August 24th 2010, which is AFTER the trials... == Why is it that the waiting game never ends?... I just hope it's worth the wait... Because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGap2LDNDeI/AAAAAAAAAjU/DtWR-v7bzTw/s1600/Betrayal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGap2LDNDeI/AAAAAAAAAjU/DtWR-v7bzTw/s400/Betrayal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505274342651268578" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilighters read the book... And because they're just SO retarded... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGaqItEAxXI/AAAAAAAAAjc/l2aoVC9MhvQ/s1600/Team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGaqItEAxXI/AAAAAAAAAjc/l2aoVC9MhvQ/s400/Team.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505274661019108722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... yeah. I swear, if they turn The Hunger Games into the next Twilight Saga, I'm burning the whole set. Oh, crap! I totally forgot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGaqqHcb4RI/AAAAAAAAAjk/59P1WppL4AQ/s1600/Hunger+Games+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGaqqHcb4RI/AAAAAAAAAjk/59P1WppL4AQ/s400/Hunger+Games+Poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505275235036553490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S OFFICIAL!! They're making a film adaptation of the novel!! =P But... it only comes out in August 2011... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "supposed" cast of the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGarGuFnbaI/AAAAAAAAAjs/LceixlPnz-k/s1600/Katniss+Everdeen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGarGuFnbaI/AAAAAAAAAjs/LceixlPnz-k/s400/Katniss+Everdeen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505275726446161314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Katniss Everdeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGasBHOwYDI/AAAAAAAAAj0/pZ1VrZHI7Lo/s1600/Peeta+Mellark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGasBHOwYDI/AAAAAAAAAj0/pZ1VrZHI7Lo/s400/Peeta+Mellark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505276729627795506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Peeta Mellark, son of the District 12 baker and also the boy tribute for The Hunger Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGasYEZnqUI/AAAAAAAAAj8/n6NPaMMpkIQ/s1600/Haymitch+Abernathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGasYEZnqUI/AAAAAAAAAj8/n6NPaMMpkIQ/s400/Haymitch+Abernathy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505277124005046594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Haymitch Abernathy, the only Hunger Games champion from District 12 and mentor to Katniss and Peeta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't find Gale Hawthorne, Effie Trinket, Katniss' family or President Snow anywhere. Btw, according to (Suzanne) Collins, the author, Snow looks a little like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGauCTtKu0I/AAAAAAAAAkE/11ZYIKMbyQU/s1600/celebrity-pictures-heath-ledger-clowns-scared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGauCTtKu0I/AAAAAAAAAkE/11ZYIKMbyQU/s400/celebrity-pictures-heath-ledger-clowns-scared.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505278949179702082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*Puffy lips and the smell of blood and roses lingering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and some of the fan photos are pretty cool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGaukTIhfEI/AAAAAAAAAkM/huLomsKNCIQ/s1600/Cornucopia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGaukTIhfEI/AAAAAAAAAkM/huLomsKNCIQ/s400/Cornucopia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505279533141556290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book 1 : The Cornucopia standoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGauyeF41FI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Z7bXYQhE4nE/s1600/Book+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGauyeF41FI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Z7bXYQhE4nE/s400/Book+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505279776601461842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book 2 : The uh... something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all and good luck for the (real) Trials =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-7143413059725718811?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7143413059725718811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/hunger-games-trilogy-review-kinda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7143413059725718811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7143413059725718811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/hunger-games-trilogy-review-kinda.html' title='The Hunger Games Trilogy (Review - Kinda)'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TGahirBpXnI/AAAAAAAAAi8/BR2hQRpajnQ/s72-c/The+Hunger+Games.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-2940616183605811299</id><published>2010-08-13T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:47:31.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Violence'/><title type='text'>Book Two -  Chapter : Redfield</title><content type='html'>... and all of them assembled themselves before him in a vast crescent, filing out from all directions, an entire armory directed at him.&lt;br /&gt;Abut a dozen ZHAR fighters also found their place, hovering over the shimmering sea of black uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he was, Cecil Reinhart, standing alone in a clearing, apparently armed with nothing but a puny blade and about to have a tonne of lead pumped into and through his body. He wanted to scream at them, to do something, anything to prevent what was about to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he wasn't the one who was in charge of his body anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the hard corners of his beak pulled up into a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Look at them, Cecil,' said the sly voice in his head. 'So very fragile... So very... pitiful. I'd spare them if that was your wish,' the voice said as he stared at the only one in red who had his gloved hand raised over his head for all his comrades to see, 'But you don't want me to spare them, don't you?' Three fingers, He wore the exact same red-over-black uniform as Brooks. Their General. 'Everyone should get what they deserve, don't you think so?' Two fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the far end of the crescent, his eyes detected the the trembling of an assault rifle in the hands of a blond woman. She was young, around his age, not more than twenty. Somewhere in the middle, his ears detected the slight bleep of a walkie. Over to the right, the pounding of a heart against kevlar. And to the left, the sound of someone breathing through their teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Let's give em' justice, shall we?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it happened, he didn't even have the milliseconds to process this small sentence. He was flying with his blade and then it was all over. It couldn't of have taken more than two seconds, though it seemed to take much, much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood there, about thirty feet closer to the crescent. All was quiet, even the birds halted their songs and the trees refused to whisper in the wind. Time seemed to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The counting man still had his arm up. He lowered it slowly, trembling ever so slightly. It looked as if he was reaching for his rifle , but no. His arm hovered next to the huge red smile on his neck which then started to run over his kevlar and cascade onto his bots. The General's knees buckled and he lay dead in a pool of scarlet as red as his uniform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecil could only stare as the rest followed suit, crumpling over one another, making horrible choking sounds as they went. His feet started a brisk pace onwards into the gore. The smile never left his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to throw up, to feel sick at the very least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, we don't want that now, do we?' the voice said in his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He straitened up and held his head high as though he were in some sort of victory parade. Everything was red, even the sky and the trees. He took a whiff of the air. Blood. The ground ran red with the stuff. His patchy gray jeans and sneakers were covered with it as he brushed against the oozing lumps of flesh beneath him. His gaze was directed at the main building, at the great gear and leaf with the red sky behind it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw it: movement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sides of his beak pulled up higher and he seemed to cock his head to the side as he directed his gaze upon the thing which had caught his attention: the trembling girl with the rifle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lay on her back, seemingly spray-painted with blood. Specks of the stuff stood out like ebony against ivory on a piano on her porcelain-white skin. The moment she heard Cecil, her face twisted into what he could only describe as a cross between a silent scream and utter terror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began shoving herself backwards away from his advancement. Her rifle lay forgotten by her side. Maybe she knew she wouldn't stand a chance against him. She now lay in his shadow, staring up at him with eyes dilated in fear. What was his other self going to do? Rape her right here in this blood-soaked meadow? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smirk on his face changed, molding into what he guessed was a kinder, more gentle expression.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Help your friends and head over to Point Red. My people will provide medical help, food and shelter. Jenna Williams sends her regards,' were the words that came out of his beak. He expected the sly voice in his head to come out sounding like Satan himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Help your friends." Cecil's head swiveled around and sure enough, about a quarter of the spared uniforms were already backing away from him down the path that would take them to Point Red. About half of the entire battalion survived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl, R. Madison by the tag on her front nodded once and scurried over, stumbling and tripping over her boots, to a boy who looked about thirteen, K. Madison, who was holding a shaky rifle aimed at Cecil's heart. He looked miniature in the gear. She took her brother by the forearm and before she sprinted down the path with him, she stared into Cecil's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'T-Thank you...' the words came out as a squeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecil nodded once before turning his attention upon Rodger Powell, Head of Planning and Development at iDen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'See, Cecil? I'm a lot like you. I can play nice. I'm not a bad guy, really. But some people...' the sly voice didn't finish. He didn't need to. Cecil understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He probably came out to watch Cecil get reduced to minced meat via a hundred machine guns. Unfortunately for him, he was never going to be allowed that pleasure. Powell was backing up now towards the main buildings, dragging himself backwards in the dirt, just like that Madison girl. His spectacles lay broken beside Cecil's bloodied Converse. Powell's signature gray and white suit was (literally) a bloody mess. He stopped backing up, using his cut-up hands instead, to help dictate some unintelligible offer for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powell's offer, whatever it was, was of no worth to him. He had a promise to keep, and Cecil Reinhart wasn't the type to break promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How're you doing, Powell?' His voice changed from the kind one he used on the Madison girl to the satanic one he imagined the voice used to speak out loud. Maybe they weren't so different after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodger Powell cowered on the dirt at his feet. This man, whom, with one simple order, had killed tens, maybe hundreds of thousands of people here, and millions more all around the world. "You've got to understand, Mr. Reinahrt. Business is business. And with people like you around, business just isn't profitable," he had said to him just before he got dragged away to a waiting firing squad along with Morrison. Cecil had yelled a tonne of profanities at him and a final promise to-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I do believe I have a promise to keep...' Cecil said sinisterly.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;'N-NO! Please! No!! GOD! PLEASE!! NO!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!' Powell's last vowel stretched into a blood-curdling scream. More screams followed, echoing off into the distance until Rodger Powell finally lay dead on the ground before him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecil Reinhart promised to carve Rodger Powell like a Halloween pumpkin... And so he did... With his beak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spat out the last of the blood as he finished, ripping a sleeve off his jacket to wipe the worst off his face and front. He hadn't anticipated using his beak to do the job. Cecil picked up his dropped knife and a rifle plus ammo belt off one of the dead Guards before stomping off towards the complex. At least he wasn't smiling anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sorry about that. Lost my mind... a little,' the voice said, now sounding apologetic and genuinely sincere. 'Hell, I'm sorry for everything. Now, I've done my job. The rest is up to you now... Good luck.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, he had control again. His knees buckled from the shock and the first thing he did with his own free will was stand up again and run to a tree so he could vomit.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry, no time to check the spelling. It's a chapter draft for Book 2. Comment, yea? Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-2940616183605811299?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2940616183605811299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/book-two-chapter-redfield.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2940616183605811299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2940616183605811299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/book-two-chapter-redfield.html' title='Book Two -  Chapter : Redfield'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-1307903157401683378</id><published>2010-07-12T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T06:06:02.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Zen'/><title type='text'>Stuff About...</title><content type='html'>Found some pictures off the internet that kinda match what I picture in my mind: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TDsOJiFswmI/AAAAAAAAAiU/uqQk8KH69m8/s1600/Pondering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TDsOJiFswmI/AAAAAAAAAiU/uqQk8KH69m8/s400/Pondering.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492999727440773730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jake Turner, from my third book (I thought everything out from the beginning to the end, just couldn't find the right words for some of the chapters in the first book) He's supposed to have red outer scales and yellow inner ones. The horns and spikes on his head and back aren't supposed to be that prominent and he's supposed to have pupil-less yellow eyes that glow in the dark. Oh, and his wings have this greenish tint to them with patterns and markings that look like the creatures from Avatar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TDsPYU9nl3I/AAAAAAAAAic/hRGrskqzZ-k/s1600/Gryphon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TDsPYU9nl3I/AAAAAAAAAic/hRGrskqzZ-k/s400/Gryphon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493001081126885234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is... well, I don't know who this is yet. He's supposed to be the antagonist in books two and three. He's the guy who replaces Marcus Hutch in book two. He's supposed to be a gryphon, an eagle with a lion's body (Not to be confused with a hippogriff, though there will be a character who is one) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TDsQbSWdlLI/AAAAAAAAAik/lAygftdDUv4/s1600/1278764299_zakarifursuit_kristenicon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TDsQbSWdlLI/AAAAAAAAAik/lAygftdDUv4/s400/1278764299_zakarifursuit_kristenicon.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493002231477015730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lion cub. =P Looks like the one from the Lion King series, doesn't it? In my book, the young age into adulthood really fast. This guy you see is supposed to be only like two months old (Equivalent to five human years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TDsRcate4VI/AAAAAAAAAis/WIo7W_ZG8CE/s1600/Hunting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TDsRcate4VI/AAAAAAAAAis/WIo7W_ZG8CE/s400/Hunting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493003350412550482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to get the hang of drawing all of the characters. There's just so many of them. So far, I've only managed to master Cecil, Laura, Hutch and Derrenger. I don't know why, but I haven't drawn Nora yet =S Maybe I'll sketch her tomorrow. Btw, she learns how to fly helicopters in book three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just for the heck of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TDsSWjb7-gI/AAAAAAAAAi0/T9vMnpYqOx8/s1600/Pedobear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TDsSWjb7-gI/AAAAAAAAAi0/T9vMnpYqOx8/s400/Pedobear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493004349187291650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Pedobear and no he's not in my book. As his name suggests, he a pedophile... My mom baked a cake for my cousin a few months ago with the bear on it, just realized what it was a few weeks ago. ~Lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-1307903157401683378?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1307903157401683378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/stuff-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/1307903157401683378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/1307903157401683378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/stuff-about.html' title='Stuff About...'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TDsOJiFswmI/AAAAAAAAAiU/uqQk8KH69m8/s72-c/Pondering.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-614633695152601904</id><published>2010-07-03T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T22:11:20.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth Hurts'/><title type='text'>Open Day and Birthday</title><content type='html'>Open Day = Huge friggin' facade to force retarded parents into buying the stupid red strips of paper.... F*cking rip-off!! At first, I wasn't going for the stupid carnival, but then Pn. Looi asked my mother to buy RM50 of them.... and she said "yes"... Did okay in the exams, so nothing bad to say about me (What's the point of studying anymore!!? There's no future for my kind: "non-bumi." The window of opportunity? Boarded up with planks of racism and nails of lies) So f*cking pissed right now!! D8&lt; Can't sleep because the damn water tank keeps leaking water and the leaked water is siphoned into the bathroom which makes splashing sounds as it cascades down onto the sink and the floor... &lt;br /&gt;Birthday = It was okay... Who am I kidding... It sucked... Just another stupid promise and a stupid cake that my fat-ass brother will eat whole... Yee Hsuen and her sister got me a T-shirt! If you're reading this, thanks a mil. =) Seriously, can't wait to grow up and then say "F*CK YOU, OLD BITCH!!" instead of "I'm sorry" when some old woman like Pn. Ung tells me off... When will they learn? Respect can't be forced, it has to be earned. The world is filled with retards and stupid, rude, irritating people, and to them, I say "BURN IN HELL, DEMONS OF STUPIDITY!!!" What I wouldn't give to not exist in the first place... I don't belong here... Never did, never will... WTF did I do to deserve to be sentenced to who knows how long I have left on this damn planet?!! Be happy? Honestly, I don't see the point in that: It just takes too much out of me... I don't know what to do anymore... Even if I wanted to get involved with the gangs and drugs, it wouldn't mean much because the gangs here are just f*cking pathetic... I mean really, snatching handbags from old women and threatening people with puny blades? I'd kick them in the balls and steal their wallet and phone just for sucking so much at being gangster, not acting all full of myself, just saying... I tend to be emotionally unstable, so I'm sorry in advance if you're reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-614633695152601904?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/614633695152601904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/open-day-and-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/614633695152601904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/614633695152601904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/open-day-and-birthday.html' title='Open Day and Birthday'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-6561429799519648867</id><published>2010-06-08T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T05:44:45.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird stuff'/><title type='text'>Meh?</title><content type='html'>Exams over... Hooray? Mood during exams: Emo, emo, emo, emo, emo *Shit, screwed up on that last question*, emo, emo, emo *damn, I'm sick, Dom must have given me his stupid cold. Ah, who cares? Half the class is sick, emo, emo, emo, emo *Let's just sleep.... Shit, the desk is itchy, and I can feel the teacher's aura when she walks by and it wakes me up.. ==, emo, emo, emo *What's that wooshing sound? Oh, it's just the air, emo, emo, emo, emo *Damn, my hand twitches. Stupid sleep deprivation... *OMG? 8D It can't be??! IT'S OVER!! PARTY IN THE MALAYSIA, YALLZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TA4pTZFVBPI/AAAAAAAAAcs/IhTDfgoFSSg/s1600/Fail+slut.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TA4pTZFVBPI/AAAAAAAAAcs/IhTDfgoFSSg/s400/Fail+slut.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480363209683961074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day... *OMG!! I'M GONNA DIE!! IT'S SO BORRRINNGGG!!! D8&lt;br /&gt;And it's been that way until now. To avoid dying of boredom, I have searched for some "interesting" sites to look at to kill time, and no, it's not porn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TA4u3LZBdQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Hn6wbWN4e6I/s1600/129166969790247500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TA4u3LZBdQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Hn6wbWN4e6I/s400/129166969790247500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480369322041898242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TA4vvQfeZSI/AAAAAAAAAc8/FXHXwfHDbx4/s1600/Carl+Fredrickson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TA4vvQfeZSI/AAAAAAAAAc8/FXHXwfHDbx4/s400/Carl+Fredrickson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480370285483812130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TA4v4UfSLKI/AAAAAAAAAdE/QmwGUm7GHis/s1600/celebrity-pictures-+Jane+russell-monroe-these-days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TA45zdNBcxI/AAAAAAAAAhk/o4jEzhDsJCY/s400/celebrity-pictures-watson-grint-radcliffe-hogwarts-recession.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480381352731833106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TA456USaJ-I/AAAAAAAAAhs/NcTfMcrnFbo/s1600/celebrity-pictures-zombieland-ice-cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TA456USaJ-I/AAAAAAAAAhs/NcTfMcrnFbo/s400/celebrity-pictures-zombieland-ice-cream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480381470597588962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TA46CNLCRuI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JT20qanYC7s/s1600/celebrtiy-pictures-tyra-banks-left-dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TA46CNLCRuI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JT20qanYC7s/s400/celebrtiy-pictures-tyra-banks-left-dead.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480381606126569186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TA46LQekaFI/AAAAAAAAAh8/hh01eM_BUSU/s1600/Charlie+and+the+Chocolate+Factory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TA46LQekaFI/AAAAAAAAAh8/hh01eM_BUSU/s400/Charlie+and+the+Chocolate+Factory.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480381761632626770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TA46VIS8q2I/AAAAAAAAAiE/Zfm9VfZaeRE/s1600/eminem-totally-looks-like-draco-malfoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TA46VIS8q2I/AAAAAAAAAiE/Zfm9VfZaeRE/s400/eminem-totally-looks-like-draco-malfoy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480381931235093346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was funny. If it wasn't, it means my brain is rotting and turning into a pile of mashed potatoes and I'll have the common sense and reasoning of Bella Swan after the holidays. If that happens, I love you all and GOODBYE WORLD!! PS: To lazy to type anything interesting here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TA46znZokHI/AAAAAAAAAiM/zGp7DMo2eWU/s1600/Awesome+Squad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TA46znZokHI/AAAAAAAAAiM/zGp7DMo2eWU/s400/Awesome+Squad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480382454980710514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole this off Facebook. Behold: Awesome Squad. Here to defeat the scum that is Twilight and knock some sense into people. (It's coming out three days before my birthday. =( ) Happy Holidays, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-6561429799519648867?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6561429799519648867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/meh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6561429799519648867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6561429799519648867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/meh.html' title='Meh?'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/TA4pTZFVBPI/AAAAAAAAAcs/IhTDfgoFSSg/s72-c/Fail+slut.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-2820929020442577004</id><published>2010-05-08T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T20:21:48.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice In Wonderland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junkyard City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rag Doll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garbage'/><title type='text'>Junkyard City</title><content type='html'>Writing a different book this time. =) Inspired from a card I made for English last year and Yee Hsuen's key-chain of a "voodoo doll" with nails in its head. Tell me whether it's good or now, kay? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This won the vote of the freakiest place I’d visited hands down; kind of like Alice’s Wonderland, but darker, yet still hauntingly beautiful. Propped on an old wooden crate, was an inverted KFC bucket with rulers and ice-cream sticks sticking out near the top like helicopter blades. A windmill?&lt;br /&gt; The smell of rot was strong as I slid down the side of a fat garbage bag and landed with a deafening crackle of plastic on another one. Who knew garbage bags could create such a racket when you hear them as an ant? Or squirrel as I compared my height against a porcelain one lying upright, next to some ginormous coke bottles. Weird. The lights I saw were closer now. I could make out “buildings” made from cereal boxes and other things that you’d normally throw away like biscuit tins and chocolate boxes. There were streets too, with hundreds of weirdly dressed people and salvaged RC cars. Most of the city was in a sort of valley, nestled in between mountains of garbage and some old cars, where the city was still seemed to go on endlessly. Bridges -made of everything from pencils to Lego pieces- seemed to link every part of the city. There was even a dirty model of the Golden Gate Bridge that led up to the engine compartment of an old gray Mercedes where I guessed was where the king’s palace was or whoever than ran this crazy place. It looked considerably grander than any other part of the city. Maybe, just maybe, he or she or it or whatever could help get me out of here. I set off in a brisk walk in the direction of the palace, jogging occasionally. Besides the faint noises from the city, and the gentle thudding and occasional splat on -God knows what I stepped on-, the night was silent. The moon loomed overhead, full and ivory white, yet, failing to light my path. It seemed to take hours, days maybe, but I was there; at the outskirts of this majestic and mysterious place. &lt;br /&gt;A shriek pierced the calm of the night and I had the breath knocked out of me. The thing knocked me down onto the damp (and smelly) earth. I screamed in surprise and the thing screamed bloody murder. I screamed even louder at its eyes: a pair of mismatched buttons sewn into its huge head. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Hi, I’m Sammie Madeinchina” It had a manic voice that I was sure only complete loonies had. It cocked its head when I didn’t answer. It appeared to have the head the size of a baseball for a rag-doll. What made Sammie truly sinister was his “hair” : rusty nails... hammered into his skull, and his “mouth” : a huge ear-to-ear grin sewn shut with X’s, but somehow being able to move. Sammie smiled even wider and somehow, his button eyes seemed to brighten. “You must be the Chosen One!!” he said in his squeaky lunatic voice. “What?”&lt;br /&gt;I breathed. I realized I was staring at Sammie with eyes so wide, they might just pop out of their sockets onto the disgusting, damp ground. (That would be a big inconvenience) Sammie wrenched me up onto my feet and began whacking me all over with his round, fingerless hands. “Ow! What?!” “Mr. Chosen One must be all clean for Lord Voldermort” he said cheerfully. I choked as Sammie sent a huge dust cloud at my face. “Ouch, Sammie, cut it out!! Who?! What?! Voldermort??!!” “Yes, stupid. Chosen One’s friends are already there waiting for you. Lord Voldermort won’t be happy if Chosen One is late.” Sammie pointed at the gray Mercedes where a great deal of city-folk had gathered, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of something inside. I gulped. Sure, Esther, Paul and Kate were irritating, but they far from deserve to die at the hands of Lord Voldermort. I shuddered as I remembered images of Voldermort from past Harry Potter films; the cruel, cold blooded half-man, half-snake, with red pupils and no nose on his flat face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to continue, sorry =x @Christine: It's not really much yet. Nothing interesting yet. I'm trying to finish by the end of June. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-2820929020442577004?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2820929020442577004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/junkyard-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2820929020442577004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2820929020442577004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/junkyard-city.html' title='Junkyard City'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-853792869931809912</id><published>2010-05-01T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T02:19:18.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That&apos;s all for now'/><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>Finally got heard working enough to use the scanner and get on my ancient desktop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9vpsHnoj_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZBIgTx1EXQY/s1600/Mustang.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9vpsHnoj_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZBIgTx1EXQY/s400/Mustang.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466219516913029106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecil's Mustang, equipped with :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bull-bar for crashing through obstructions like cars and people&lt;br /&gt;2) Huge rims for style and fuel economy&lt;br /&gt;3) Edelbrock super-charged powerplant for maximum speed and torque (It's also eco-friendly as it runs on Hydrogen)&lt;br /&gt;4) Killer Edifier surround-sound&lt;br /&gt;5) Chrystal windshield display, for full cinematic experience. &lt;br /&gt;6) Chrystal app-purpose dash mount display&lt;br /&gt;7) Shelby Mustang bucket leather seats&lt;br /&gt;8) Roll cage&lt;br /&gt;9) HID Xenon headlamps&lt;br /&gt;10) lots of other stuff that make this car cool and indestructible.&lt;br /&gt;11) Almost forgot, corrupted Persona chip, for maximum annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9vtUwnXq4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/s7Hzb5SSeGM/s1600/Kyle+Before.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9vtUwnXq4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/s7Hzb5SSeGM/s400/Kyle+Before.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466223513647426434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kyle Derrenger, son of billionaire arms tycoon, Charles Derrenger. Kyle helps supply the resistance with guns, ammo and other stuff. He is portrayed as being 16, a year older than Cecil during the events of Book 1 (Which I STILL haven't finished!! D8) His father dies in a chopper crash during the outbreak along with his mother. Kyle doesn't really miss his father knowing that he only married his mother for her beauty and nothing more. His good traits are.... uh.. he's indifferent towards his wealth and strives to be as normal as any other kid his age. ==" Now, I just realized that he looks exactly like the 'Annoying Orange' T___T Oh, well, I'll just redraw him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9vvKGGOHGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/1nsJU7InPZc/s1600/Kyle+After.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9vvKGGOHGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/1nsJU7InPZc/s400/Kyle+After.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466225529458662498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, after the virus. He is (as I may have mentioned) changed into a Siberian Husky. He slowly falls in love with Nora (who arrives in San Francisco along with Laura), a sable colored dog of the same breed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9vw9kKtcxI/AAAAAAAAAck/f60WxEXowOA/s1600/Kyle+Derrenger.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9vw9kKtcxI/AAAAAAAAAck/f60WxEXowOA/s400/Kyle+Derrenger.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466227513215513362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, pictured running to the location of the gun warehouses. Like most other four-legged animals, he prefers to run naked (Under law, it's acceptable as long as they don't get up on two legs and like, totally flash everyone) Like all Siberian Huskies under the 'working dog' category, he is gifted with boundless energy and agility plus razor sharp teeth and claws as natural weapons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-853792869931809912?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/853792869931809912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/853792869931809912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/853792869931809912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9vpsHnoj_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZBIgTx1EXQY/s72-c/Mustang.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-928102300512115515</id><published>2010-04-30T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:49:37.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It Goes A Little Something Like This'/><title type='text'>Plot Summary - Book Two</title><content type='html'>Jenna Williams, age 22 in Book 2 is Chief Adviser to (evil) Doctor Noah Benton, Head of iDen Biotechnologies, San Francisco branch. Of course, after encountering Cecil in person when he breached the complex, a year ago, she begins to suspect Noah has been lying to her all along. She takes a select few with her in a bid to escape from the  San Fransisco National Recreation Area, where the complex is situated. Cecil is facing problems of his own: more and more Eastern Communities like Detroit and Chicago have simply stopped responding. He and everyone else fear the same thing: The iDen company have a new toy in their arsenal, and it'll be San Francisco to wipe them out in a few months. He is forced to find some way of saving the city from impending doom while at the same time, coping with Laura's mysterious behavior of avoiding him as much as possible and spending increasing amounts of alone time with Nora. It is revealed that Jenna is Hutch's thought-to-be-lost fiance'. She is determined to pay Cecil back for saving her skin during the rescue and at the same time, she wants to love Hutch in a more "comfortable" and "tolerable" and "logical" manner. She wants to be changed into a wolf like Hutch. Hutch is strongly against her decision and asks that she and the rest of the humans remain invisible for the time being. General Mathew Brooks of iDen is abducted to extract info on the company's activities. On the way back to home base, Cecil undergoes one of his "anger-attacks" and kills Brooks by changing him and shoving him out of the helicopter where he is killed by one of the iDen company's robots. Cecil is suspended and given a desk job. Amid all the stress and pressure, Cecil finds out by accident that Laura's big secret is that she's actually pregnant with his child, only she's worried that he would hate the responsibilities of fatherhood, hate her, hate the baby. After the initial shock, Cecil accepts his new role of father in his new family with Laura. He goes off to find her but learns that the iDen people have taken her along with Hutch in the company's latest bid in discovering new means of destroying them. (They have to destroy they "Hybrids" as they've come to call them, because after all, they've told everyone that the infected were beyond saving, yet here they are: Cecil, Laura, Hutch, everyone else; living proof) Cecil's plans to save them are, however foiled when he is wanted for being in violation of code for collaborating with the enemy, the killing of Brooks, and the transport of the humans without authorization. Cecil barely escapes with his new-found capabilities: super-speed, invincibility, etc. Cecil only manages to save Jenna in his escape while the other humans are taken into custody for hostage negotiations with the company later on. K1TT (Cecil's Mustang with a mind of its own. It believes itself to be the Kitt from Knight Rider) is destroyed in the escape. They arrive at former iDen laboratories in the ruins of the unexplored South of the city. Jenna manages to convince Cecil to change her, against Hutch's wishes, with some of the left-over TRI-Animal splicing formulas in the lab. She tells him that it's the only sure way of keeping everyone alive. She also tells him that the other captured humans are interested in being changed too and that under TRI-Key law, anyone changed is automatically accepted as being a fighter for their cause. Before she leaves for the others, she leaves Cecil with some info as to his condition (Why nobody else has his abilities) and the iDen building blueprints so that he may plan Hutch's and Laura's rescue. Back at home base, the trade negotiations aren't working out. Jenna convinces the new man in charge (Hutch was formerly in charge or everything) to allow the rest to be changed. Cecil stocks up on guns and infiltrates the compound, buns ablaze. Along the way, he finds Hutch, only he's changed. Hutch is a full-wolf: Human reasoning all but absent. Cecil realizes that the new additives in Hutch's blood might be missing-link to the cure of the virus. He stuns Hutch and leaves him with the newly-changed humans who have come to help, leaving Cecil to confront Dr. Benton. Benton surrenders Laura without any fight. Noah explains that he was never fit to be the future, to govern the world into a new era of change and possibilities. That future was present in him, Cecil, coursing through his veins and that of his unborn child. Noah tells Cecil everything, through a protective force-field: his role in the bombing of iDen Air Six, his reasons for giving up the battle here so that the war may be won later on.. Quote - (Read in Andrew Ryan of Bioshock's voice, because he sounds like that) "You see, Cecil, the human race is deeply flawed in many ways you cannot imagine. The roots of religion and Government and law are rooted far too deep in the ground for any significant change. You see, Cecil, even before all of this, once upon a time ago, a family struggled to survive as the hand of the Government demanded its share of their hard work, a racial war was taking place somewhere on this planet, far away, there was a loving mother who had her only child taken away from her in a bad divorce case. Do you ever wonder, Cecil, why that is? As Theodore Roosevelt once said, 'with great victory, comes great sacrifice,' and so the tree has to die so that another may be planted and thrive on more fertile ground. Some things need to be destroyed so that it may be built stronger. I realized, as the world crumbled into ashes, that no mere human would be fit to govern this new world into paradise. One has to simply.. evolve.. You hold the key, Cecil. I know you have the power to move mountains and gain the trust of anything and anyone. It's in your nature to love. Love is powerful, and combined with your "upgrade" you have the world kneeling at your feet. What happens next is entirely up to you. And if you don't decide, your other half will decide for you. Also, there's the case of your offspring. My guess if that he will just as powerful as you are now. Goodbye, Cecil. May you bring about change to this dead planet." Benton kills himself with a shot to the head, leaving Cecil free to take Laura and leave. The Company falls apart and the remaining residents move back to San Francisco where they will live in peace with the infected. Cecil however stays behind. He is still "Undesirable No. 1" and he fears that if Noah is right, he could completely destroy the ones he love. Before leaving Laura to be taken back via helicopter, he scrawls 'Scott / Sarah' on a piece of paper and tucks in into her pocket. The helicopter leaves just before the company's defense systems rearm themselves. On the way back, Laura goes into labor and Kyle helps with the delivery of her twin son and daughter. Cecil lingers around the complex for a while before setting off to Anchorage. *The events of book three take place* Lampiran: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9u1FhLGDjI/AAAAAAAAAbU/wRKB3kk8Cz8/s1600/Hutch+Balto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9u1FhLGDjI/AAAAAAAAAbU/wRKB3kk8Cz8/s400/Hutch+Balto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466161679153106482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus Hutch. Actually, it's a picture of Balto, but they look the same so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9u1oVCjUUI/AAAAAAAAAbc/FMgNpFDEGGw/s1600/iDen+Co..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9u1oVCjUUI/AAAAAAAAAbc/FMgNpFDEGGw/s400/iDen+Co..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466162277191471426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The iDen Company Logo, well, something like that.. It's supposed to have a half-gear surrounding the leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9u2CGPlCCI/AAAAAAAAAbk/zpmEEqwUWD8/s1600/Lewis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9u2CGPlCCI/AAAAAAAAAbk/zpmEEqwUWD8/s400/Lewis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466162719896176674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic idea of the TRI-Animal Splicing Serum: To improve the quality of human life. With all the animal abilities like flying and high-speed running, sound recreation, etc. iDen hopes to develop a more quality being, committing the absolute taboo and putting aside the basic rules of moral and religion by playing God. The iDen company was formerly an inconspicuous company prior to the fictional electronics boom of late 2009, after which, branches started appearing all over the globe. Prior to the disaster, iDen was one of the biggest companies on earth; owning stake in many of the other big companies of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9vAEI5bdzI/AAAAAAAAAbs/yesz8qeJBso/s1600/Industrial+San+Francisco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9vAEI5bdzI/AAAAAAAAAbs/yesz8qeJBso/s400/Industrial+San+Francisco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466173750084597554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9vAavZzDwI/AAAAAAAAAb0/S96vtCdhC3A/s1600/City+Centre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9vAavZzDwI/AAAAAAAAAb0/S96vtCdhC3A/s400/City+Centre.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466174138378030850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The City Centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9vAlhj8ZnI/AAAAAAAAAb8/FfQ0-hXuMHw/s1600/San+Francisco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9vAlhj8ZnI/AAAAAAAAAb8/FfQ0-hXuMHw/s400/San+Francisco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466174323641050738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9vA0klDXSI/AAAAAAAAAcE/WAGwHazDJJI/s1600/San+Francisco+Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9vA0klDXSI/AAAAAAAAAcE/WAGwHazDJJI/s400/San+Francisco+Sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466174582149045538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-928102300512115515?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/928102300512115515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/plot-summary-book-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/928102300512115515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/928102300512115515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/plot-summary-book-two.html' title='Plot Summary - Book Two'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9u1FhLGDjI/AAAAAAAAAbU/wRKB3kk8Cz8/s72-c/Hutch+Balto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-4006398474041353310</id><published>2010-04-30T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T04:39:27.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday Things'/><title type='text'>Recent Happenings</title><content type='html'>1) Got a pair of Converse sneakers!!! =D My very first!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9q73BFxbvI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4EhZe9j1F3Y/s1600/Converse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9q73BFxbvI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4EhZe9j1F3Y/s400/Converse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465887651627364082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original, of course. (High-Top, Black) :/It's hard to wear them knowing that they cost RM 119!!! But that's cheap elsewhere, because Harry Potter wears them and J.K. Rowling described him as being the most downtrodden kid in England. Does that mean we're hard-core poor??!! Idk, they're still very nice shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Leo IR : Couldn't go because the tickets were too pricey plus nobody in my class was gonna go anyway. Sorry, Kimberly. Campfire Night? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Got the laptop back from my father's company. (It crashed) Lost everything and it's running the most irritating OS in the history of mankind: -.- Windows XP... Doesn't that error notification just make you want to punch a hole through the screen?!! Everything's working okay, I guess, but it's slow. My father said that the hard drive needed replacing because it was old. Do hard drives age??!! :/ I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I've got this strange feeling that my luck is improving, by a lot?? :/ Lot's of great things have been happening recently. Funnily enough, I broke a mirror almost seven years ago to the day. Maybe the bad luck faded away??! Lol, it's great to enjoy the simple things in life when you're not burdened by projects or homework or stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I fell.. like three weeks ago...  and =X THERE'S A FREAKING HOLE!!! Oops, no, you can't see my brain, but there's a bald patch on the top of my head, slightly to the left. Wait? Did I mention that before? I dunno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I'm getting a new bed!!! ^^ Maybe la, because this one is deemed too dangerous because of the height. (It's the reason I have a bald patch) Plus, I hate it. It gets so hot and stuffy up there. @.@ And this has got to be the most irritating bit: Me: *Sitting on top of the bed. Mom: BRANDON!!! Me: *climbs down. Mom: Oh, nothing. Me: Climbs back up. Mom: BRANDON!!! I hate the climbing!!! @.@ The steps are too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I just discovered Eclipse is coming out three days before my birthday!!! D8 Way to ruin my life, Twilight. Haiz... Nvm la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Sports Day: Didn't attend. I think I'm tanned enough, thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Finished ALL (well, nearly all) OF MY PROJECTS!!!! Rejoice, my fellows, for we have defeated the scum!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I've just remembered that the class picture day is next week. I think I'm gonna cut my hair short. @.@ I hate keeping it long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Sorry, I ran out. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-4006398474041353310?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4006398474041353310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/recent-happenings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/4006398474041353310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/4006398474041353310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/recent-happenings.html' title='Recent Happenings'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S9q73BFxbvI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4EhZe9j1F3Y/s72-c/Converse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-8696209342689357836</id><published>2010-04-12T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T06:54:33.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga? WTF'/><title type='text'>Random Stuff About Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>Found some fan pages on Facebook about Harry Potter being better than Twilight. You should look through their fan photos. xD Here are a few: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S8MkG2Y7DeI/AAAAAAAAAa0/leOEQUvKnAc/s1600/Harry+Potter+Reaction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S8MkG2Y7DeI/AAAAAAAAAa0/leOEQUvKnAc/s400/Harry+Potter+Reaction.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459246873401036258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S8Mka5dfjzI/AAAAAAAAAa8/VIUEoP5mzdI/s1600/He+Sparkles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S8Mka5dfjzI/AAAAAAAAAa8/VIUEoP5mzdI/s400/He+Sparkles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459247217822895922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my all-time favorites. xD Imagine him saying it (Amos, in a very dramatic voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S8MkszhbUQI/AAAAAAAAAbE/tJVCpLMP-Oc/s1600/Bad+Romance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S8MkszhbUQI/AAAAAAAAAbE/tJVCpLMP-Oc/s400/Bad+Romance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459247525466427650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Romance??!! Get it??!! Owh, never mind..(That woman in the red dress is Stephenie Meyer) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes of the day : "Remeber son, you can outrun the cops but you can't outrun a Motorola." "Watch me.." - Something old people say you can't outrun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Blessed are the meek for they shall inhibit the earth." - Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-8696209342689357836?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8696209342689357836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-stuff-about-harry-potter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/8696209342689357836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/8696209342689357836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-stuff-about-harry-potter.html' title='Random Stuff About Harry Potter'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S8MkG2Y7DeI/AAAAAAAAAa0/leOEQUvKnAc/s72-c/Harry+Potter+Reaction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-2472376647064704446</id><published>2010-04-10T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T06:36:53.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Old Stuff'/><title type='text'>My Autobiography</title><content type='html'>Revived an old quiz thngy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where did you take your profile pic?&lt;br /&gt;- In my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What exactly are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- My favorite Fox Racing T-shirt and a pair of gray pants + gray boxers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;- Geo Project... faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What makes you happy most?&lt;br /&gt;- Watching a movie with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the name of the song that you're listening to?&lt;br /&gt;- DJ Earworm - United States of Pop 2009 (One of the best songs I've ever heard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Any celeb you would marry?&lt;br /&gt;- Idk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Name some one/persons with the same birthday as you:&lt;br /&gt;- Jolynn Wong!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever sang in front of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;- Choir last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;- Some unknown girl screamed WEREWOLF a few months ago... *stupid Twilight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you still watch kiddy movies or kiddie TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;- Don't really watch TV that much anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you speak any other languages than English?&lt;br /&gt;- BM... I hate that language and yet I got 88 (The highest in the class and all the other subjects)... Life is just like jello..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Has anyone you've been really close passed away?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you ever watch MTV?&lt;br /&gt;- When I was free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's something that really annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;- Living here.. in THE most racist country on the planet&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;1. Middle name: Wee (Chinese)&lt;br /&gt;2. Nickname(s): None (As far as I know)&lt;br /&gt;3. Current location: Subang Jaya 6/2B,number 80&lt;br /&gt;4. Eye color: Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you get along with your parent(s): Not really =(&lt;br /&gt;2.Are your parents married/separated/divorced?: Married, happily ever after (As far as I can tell)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3: Favorites&lt;br /&gt;1. Ice Cream: Anything&lt;br /&gt;2. Season: Anything that's not blistering heat or buckets of rain&lt;br /&gt;3. Shampoo/conditioner: Head and Shoulders??&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite Thing: Writing my book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4: Do You..&lt;br /&gt;1. Dance in the shower? : When I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you write on your hand? : Yeah, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;3. Call people back? : Yeah&lt;br /&gt;4. Believe in God? : Yeah, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;5. Any bad habits? : Too much computer time and no studying&lt;br /&gt;6. Any mental health issues? : I hit my head and now, I feel smarter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5: Have You..&lt;br /&gt;1. Sprained stuff: Far too many times&lt;br /&gt;3. Gotten stitches? : Under my chin and on my left leg&lt;br /&gt;4. taken painkillers: Panadol&lt;br /&gt;5. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling: I wish!&lt;br /&gt;6. Thrown up at the dentist: That would be swell&lt;br /&gt;7. Sworn in front of your parents?: A few times, They shout at me in return.&lt;br /&gt;8. Had detention? : ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6: Who/What was the last&lt;br /&gt;1. Three people who texted you: Weng Hang, Sean, Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;2. Person you called: Changed phone so I forgot&lt;br /&gt;3. Person you hugged: Dad&lt;br /&gt;4. Person you tackled?: Forgot&lt;br /&gt;5. Person you talked to on MSN?: Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;6. Thing you touched? : My fake iPhone&lt;br /&gt;7. Thing you ate? : Doughnut&lt;br /&gt;8. Thing you drank: Water&lt;br /&gt;9. Thing you said: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;10. Friend you saw ytd(12am-12am): Yee Hsuen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW TAG 10 PEOPLE! AND GET THEM TO DO THE SAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words: TAG YOURSELF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-2472376647064704446?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2472376647064704446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-autobiography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2472376647064704446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2472376647064704446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-autobiography.html' title='My Autobiography'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-1899533730757226429</id><published>2010-04-02T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:46:01.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight still sucks'/><title type='text'>Bitter-Sweet Dreams</title><content type='html'>I dream of the same thing every night since last month. It starts with pain, lots and lots of pain. Then it gets hot, exactly like an oven. Then, I'm running, running close to the ground at high speed. I can feel the gravel crunch under my leathery palms as I realize I'm running on all fours. I slow down and crouch as I see a figure in black and white. The figure is walking away from me, down a familiar street near my house. My entire frame shakes as I realize I'm actually growling. I lunge at the figure. It, whatever it was, screams as I tear at it with my razor sharp claws and canine teeth. The figure falls to the ground, and I silence it with a hard bite to the neck. I taste the rust-salt flavor of blood as it sprays out of the severed jugular. The figure jerks for a few more seconds before laying as still as a statue at my feet. I look left to gaze at my reflection on the door of a shiny silver car. Staring back at me is a creature unlike anything I've ever seen before: huge, canine, with a patchy gray and black fur-coat, blood dripping off the muzzle, my gray stone pendant around my neck like a collar. A dog of some kind, no.. (I hate saying this because it sounds so Twilight) a.. werewolf. Then I wake up at precisely two ten in the morning, my entire body feeling battered and drained. I grumble and try to get the most of the three hours and fifty minutes left of sleep before school.... I said bitter-sweet because it's better than having no dreams at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-1899533730757226429?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1899533730757226429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/bitter-sweet-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/1899533730757226429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/1899533730757226429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/bitter-sweet-dreams.html' title='Bitter-Sweet Dreams'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-2045963956846493990</id><published>2010-03-22T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T03:40:21.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cecil Reinhart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point Break - Evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter One'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>Chapter One - Weights</title><content type='html'>He slammed the door shut and collapsed onto the almost welcoming bed. Cecil looked up from his face-full of pillow to gaze out at the almost crimson horizon beyond the lopsided shutters. It would be dark soon, he thought. He knew he should be washing up for dinner right about now but he just couldn't bring himself to do that at the moment. The warm bed was practically ecstasy. He would have to face Ted Nevins and a whole lot of other pains in that hell-hole of a school again tomorrow, he thought bitterly. Finally, after about a minute of the bed, he unwillingly rolled over to sit at the side of the bed.&lt;br /&gt; He began undressing, starting with his shoes. He barely tugged at the lace of his right sneaker when he looked up to a sharp rap on the wooden door. He waited a few seconds, confused, before saying uncertainly 'Uh, come in?'&lt;br /&gt;Normally, the rest of his family - Mom, Dad and Bec - would just  barge in unannounced, defeating the very purpose of doors - to provide privacy.&lt;br /&gt;The door swung open to reveal the polite mystery knocker as being Dad, having just gotten back from Colorcom United, the computer company where he worked. He looked drained, his jet black hair was in a mess, his tie hung loosened around his neck.&lt;br /&gt;'Stressful day at-,' Dad cut him off. 'Listen,' he inhaled slowly, staring at the floor with his pants in his pockets, a pained look spread over his face. 'I just wanna say,' he paused, still not looking at him. I had this coming, Cecil thought to himself bitterly. 'That I'm sorry,' Dad almost whispered. Dad was looking at him now, his eyes were filled with anything but anger, overflowing instead, with sadness. &lt;br /&gt;Cecil's brain seemed to jam trying to process the last part of Dad's sentence.&lt;br /&gt;'S..Sorry?' He subconsciously echoed dad. 'I may be a dinosaur to your generation, but I'm not stupid enough not to notice that life hasn't been all that rosy for you here,' he finished with a sad smile.&lt;br /&gt;Cecil realized his jaw was hanging open. He shut hastily and cleared his throat a couple of times before answering 'N..No, really - Everything's just fine,' he added quickly. Was I that obvious? he thought. 'We can move if you want to, you know. We could go back to New York - Anywhere you like, really.' Dad sounded sinciere.&lt;br /&gt;The springs in the mattress groaned beneath him as Dad sat down beside him. 'Dad, I don't want to move - I love San Francisco.' That was true. San Francisco was breathtaking, he loved the creaky Victorian they were in now. The old house was a castle compared to the tiny apartment they rented back in the Bronx. The other reason moving would be a pointless idea, was that people - his "friends" at every school he went to, at least - seemed repelled by his presence.&lt;br /&gt;Dad sighed. Obviously, he thought he had the key to his son's bitterness. 'You're sure,' he asked, staring him down, almost, with his gray eyes that were in some many ways much like his. &lt;br /&gt;'Positive,' Cecil replied, not breaking away from Dad's scanning gaze.&lt;br /&gt;Dad sighed again and got up onto his feet. The mattress springs groaned with relief. Dad walked on over to the door. Before closing it behind him, he turned to look at Cecil. 'Well, the deal's still open if you change your mind,' Dad stated. 'Just gimmie the word and we'll go, alright?' Dad bit his lip, looking away from him before continuing. 'Things will change, Cecil,' he said slowly. 'I love you, son,' Dad almost whispered, his voice shaky. &lt;br /&gt;The door closed with a low click of the pin.&lt;br /&gt;Cecil caught himself staring at the doorknob; struck by the utter power of those last words. Sure, Dad had said it a million times before, but this time - it was different,somehow. Cecil drew in a sharp breath of air and exhaled slowly, fighting the many emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. He stared at the door and muttered 'I love you too, Dad. &lt;br /&gt;The crimson backdrop of the city had darkened to a near-pitch blackness; the setting Sun feebly illuminating the far West of the city.&lt;br /&gt;Regret began washing over him - drowning him in a colossal Tsunami of all the wrongs he had done to Dad, to the rest of the family. Although he had never caused any direct problems, he had to admit that he was distant with the rest of the family, alienating himself by spending almost every minute of his at-home time shut up in his room, waiting for the shouting and the nagging to go away.&lt;br /&gt;Cecil's heart sank when he came to the sudden realization - that family was never perfect, it never was. It could never be family if it were as perfect as the many cliches' portrayed in his English course books.&lt;br /&gt;He felt weird, sick, he realized. His chest felt - he couldn't quite find a word for how it felt - It wasn't nearly pain nor was it enjoyable in any sense of the word. It was a weight, he realized, resting on his heart; threatening to shatter it into a million tiny little pieces. He took another deep breath and exhaled slowly, forcing himself to calm down. &lt;br /&gt;He didn't need this, he didn't have time for dealing with this.&lt;br /&gt;The silence of the upstairs was almost deafening, he noticed. The room was dark, the only source of light was pouring through the crack under the door. Mom, Dad and Bec must be downstairs, enjoying dinner - without him -&lt;br /&gt;Cecil bolted across the room and slammed the bathroom door shut behind him. Mom would throw another fit if he was late for dinner, he thought as he trashed around in front of the mirror, struggling to escape his T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter one. Please comment in the Cbox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-2045963956846493990?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2045963956846493990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-one-weights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2045963956846493990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2045963956846493990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-one-weights.html' title='Chapter One - Weights'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-7486874222200868857</id><published>2010-03-21T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T02:41:27.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers are old bitches gone gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends ignore me and never answer my texts'/><title type='text'>Recent Happenings</title><content type='html'>Like the title suggests - Recent Happenings:&lt;br /&gt;1) Became depressed all of a sudden for no a apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;2) Father bought a new phone, leaving me his old BlackBerry.&lt;br /&gt;3) Bought a new laptop - Acer Aspire 4745G: Intel i5 processor, 2.26 GHz, 4GB RAM, Windows 7 Home Premium. Price 2990 =X I've been waiting four years to get a new laptop.&lt;br /&gt;4 Loving the feeling of rage.&lt;br /&gt;5) Haven't started on any of the projects.&lt;br /&gt;6) Finished the English work but that's it.&lt;br /&gt;7) The book is finished up to chapters one and a half.&lt;br /&gt;8) There is some douchebag using my name to spam my cbox, and I think I know who it is, so cut it out already. Its not funny, I don't think its funny. You're testing my patience. If you truly believe in god, you'd know there's a place in Hell for your kind. You've done enough damage to last a lifetime. Have some decency to walk away with pride. &lt;br /&gt;9) I've lost all interest in food. I only eat to live.&lt;br /&gt;10) Dreading school tomorrow because I have a tonne of things to do like tame the class, do the eye tests, maybe get the tetanus shot... again, BM oral... Plus I have to deal with Pn. Ung and her daily ritual of ruining everyone's morning and all the other incompitent teachers like Pn. Praba (Yes, she's coming to morning session) Also the (Don't mean to be racist) gang of lazy Malays sitting at the back and the group of noisy Indian girls chattering away in the middle of the class.... ==" Pain in the ass(s).. The only reason I keep living is to get married and give my parents grandchildren, or else I would've ended it all a long time ago. Life's such a bitch!!!!!!... &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;No pictures in this post because I' posting from my new laptop, and no, I can't think of any reason why I shouldn't be happy... (Yes, I'm feeling murderous right now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-7486874222200868857?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7486874222200868857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/recent-happenings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7486874222200868857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7486874222200868857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/recent-happenings.html' title='Recent Happenings'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-2070024931456431904</id><published>2010-02-12T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:12:59.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool? Uncool? What??'/><title type='text'>Drawings</title><content type='html'>Moar pictures on the book (Maybe it should be a graphic novel...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S3YFAI5feXI/AAAAAAAAAac/uARJeDIUPYU/s1600-h/Penguins+do+fly.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S3YFAI5feXI/AAAAAAAAAac/uARJeDIUPYU/s400/Penguins+do+fly.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437539100043213170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S3YF2WiOePI/AAAAAAAAAak/0YCSiE58zZ0/s1600-h/RMAF.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S3YF2WiOePI/AAAAAAAAAak/0YCSiE58zZ0/s400/RMAF.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437540031416662258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more pictures on Facebook... (I say a few because I'm lazy to scan more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S3YGXyJkRbI/AAAAAAAAAas/gjaIK7ZNIJM/s1600-h/Laura+Summers.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S3YGXyJkRbI/AAAAAAAAAas/gjaIK7ZNIJM/s400/Laura+Summers.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437540605765109170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she should look like now : Laura Alex Summers; Born : January 27th, 1995. Cecil's future gf and wife. She gets pregnant in book three (or maybe 2); 2012. Children (mature very, very quickly. Reaches adulthood at the age of 2 *another side-effect of the TRI-virus*) : Scott Reinhart - Depressed, Lonely, Finds it hard to pass the KIGER examinations and wrecks the test car every time. Sarah Reinhart - Twilight obsessed, works as a cure researcher, dislikes her brother because he hates Twilight. Btw, Scott and Sarah are twins. *Cecil is forced to leave San Francisco and move Anchorage, Alaska before they are born because he is deemed "too dangerous to be kept alive"* If you think she (Laura) looks like you (same T-shirt, etc. ) and I'm stalking you, then don't get all perasan.... I put in a lot of effort in keeping things original. =) So.... things YOU have to do for me : 1) Comment in the cbox 2) Look at the other pictures in my Facebook.... Oh, and HAPPY CNY / HOLIDAYS / ST. VALENTINE'S DAY!!!! :) *cough* angpau *cough* x) Jk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-2070024931456431904?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2070024931456431904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/drawings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2070024931456431904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2070024931456431904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/drawings.html' title='Drawings'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S3YFAI5feXI/AAAAAAAAAac/uARJeDIUPYU/s72-c/Penguins+do+fly.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-3824855753582034275</id><published>2010-01-29T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:38:53.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Really Uncool Stuff'/><title type='text'>New Stuff</title><content type='html'>Omg!!! : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S2OlJ1Wi8xI/AAAAAAAAAZs/DhT43OQ47ZI/s1600-h/Apple+iPad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S2OlJ1Wi8xI/AAAAAAAAAZs/DhT43OQ47ZI/s400/Apple+iPad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432367163898000146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S2OlWy3d_8I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/SVSSQfSYYlM/s1600-h/iPad+iBooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S2OlWy3d_8I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/SVSSQfSYYlM/s400/iPad+iBooks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432367386569080770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGHH!! Eclipse is on one of the shelves... &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very star-wars looking device is called the Apple iPad and its on my birthday/Christmas list =D What does it do??? Answer: Lots of stuff. It's an Ipod, an e-book reader, a computer, movie player, etc. etc. etc. Basically its an iPod Touch on steroids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S2OmNJrTi1I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/5IqLpKusIUo/s1600-h/iPad+Top+Corner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S2OmNJrTi1I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/5IqLpKusIUo/s400/iPad+Top+Corner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432368320405015378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool hor??? Uncool oso hor??!! I dunno what to get; this or this : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S2OnIfZW_6I/AAAAAAAAAaE/FsscLt2lHC4/s1600-h/Dell+Inspiron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S2OnIfZW_6I/AAAAAAAAAaE/FsscLt2lHC4/s400/Dell+Inspiron.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432369339847606178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new and super cool, yet slightly boring laptop like the Dell Inspiron. O.O I just can't decide! I'm known for being indecisive. Or should I burn a hole in my (and my parent's) pocket and get this : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S2Oo-ZzQ7jI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ezF4_qII7bo/s1600-h/Apple+MacBook+Pro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S2Oo-ZzQ7jI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ezF4_qII7bo/s400/Apple+MacBook+Pro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432371365570211378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Apple MacBook Pro!! I wanted the MacBook but the keyboard only came in white... Needless to say, it will yellow in a few short years.. Plus the MacBook Pro has this really cool light thingy for the keyboard!!! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S2OppvcIXDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/OLgWTrEbooE/s1600-h/MacBook+Pro+Keyboard+Light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S2OppvcIXDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/OLgWTrEbooE/s400/MacBook+Pro+Keyboard+Light.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432372110113135666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool hor??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-3824855753582034275?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3824855753582034275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/3824855753582034275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/3824855753582034275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-stuff.html' title='New Stuff'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S2OlJ1Wi8xI/AAAAAAAAAZs/DhT43OQ47ZI/s72-c/Apple+iPad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-6478865230285246797</id><published>2010-01-22T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:33:57.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fire burnin on the dance floor uoohoh hoh'/><title type='text'>The Thing Called Merentas Desa</title><content type='html'>Merentas Desa...... sucked... Guess what? I got last place!!!! ==" T_____T &gt;:( $&amp;@#!!!! What I predicted would happen : Wake up, tired. Go to school hungry, arrive there and wait there in the darkness like some f*cking tool for somebody I know to turn up. Struggle in the crowd of irritating beings called people to look for teacher to mark attendance but little did I know, teacher never came to school. Wait some more for useless things, waiting... waiting...... Run time, starts to run when legs are in too much pain to keep up with everyone's pace.  Walks all the way to the finish alone, under the hot sun. After finish, wastes some more of my precious time in school because the damn penetua is too lan ci to let us go home to our families. After we are allowed to go home, for lunch, I have to eat something I hate so much, I'd honestly starve than eat it. ==" I hate being right... Everything above happened except that I didn't walk alone.. Kong and Dominic joined me. Guys, if you're reading this, let me just take the time to let you know that YOU GUYS ROCK!!! You guys are officially better friends than Eric or San. I just hate it every time something like this happens. The worst part is that you know someone is having a gazillion times more fun than you are.. I blame this on Fate... Fate! If you're out there, you better run, because when I find you, I'm probably going to Hell for what I'm planning to do to you. In case you're wondering, no photos... ==" No mood for all this crap... They say "don't keep anger bottled up" so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S1qzmRLM-HI/AAAAAAAAAZc/AVtPPihKay8/s1600-h/Seafield+Burnin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S1qzmRLM-HI/AAAAAAAAAZc/AVtPPihKay8/s400/Seafield+Burnin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429849770775345266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the idea from this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S1qz_Ac5H8I/AAAAAAAAAZk/evBXvmYliI0/s1600-h/Burning+School.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S1qz_Ac5H8I/AAAAAAAAAZk/evBXvmYliI0/s400/Burning+School.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429850195782868930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school caught on fire in 07' Unfortunately, it didn't burn down and Pn. Teh didn't die. =( The girl's toilet, top floor, A block.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-6478865230285246797?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6478865230285246797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/thing-called-merentas-desa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6478865230285246797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6478865230285246797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/thing-called-merentas-desa.html' title='The Thing Called Merentas Desa'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S1qzmRLM-HI/AAAAAAAAAZc/AVtPPihKay8/s72-c/Seafield+Burnin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-6338121392600554462</id><published>2010-01-16T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T01:24:26.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shiny stuff'/><title type='text'>Recent Happenings</title><content type='html'>Recent Happenings : I discovered my BM teacher is a really hard person to deal with... She is worse than Pn. Praba... &gt;:(, My drawing skills have improved slightly, I can memorize Pi up to 3.14159265358979323, My brother is attending college, I stayed back to plaster the class with newspaper so it would look like a crazy person's house =D, I discovered two of my neighbors own Huskies, I didn't learn much from school, I discovered I love to run, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this post has no actual topic I shall now blog about..... thinks hard* STUFF I WANT FOR BIRTHDAY/CHRISTMAS!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S1GEw3e7FOI/AAAAAAAAAY8/lUxtKtB6WaY/s1600-h/2010+Mustang+Diecast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S1GEw3e7FOI/AAAAAAAAAY8/lUxtKtB6WaY/s400/2010+Mustang+Diecast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427265001020396770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A die cast model of a Ford Mustang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S1GFEjzGAgI/AAAAAAAAAZE/bg2bOmzdrNg/s1600-h/Nutella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S1GFEjzGAgI/AAAAAAAAAZE/bg2bOmzdrNg/s400/Nutella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427265339333673474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A huge jar of Nutella =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S1GFM3pWJBI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0H4pcWoboVU/s1600-h/RC+Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S1GFM3pWJBI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0H4pcWoboVU/s400/RC+Car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427265482100450322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) An RC car! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S1GFWsGp6_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/_CwfhGfv9mY/s1600-h/Miniature+Garage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S1GFWsGp6_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/_CwfhGfv9mY/s400/Miniature+Garage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427265650800847858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Money and materials to make a miniature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking for much right?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all I guess (for now) That's the end of this post. THE END!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-6338121392600554462?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6338121392600554462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/recent-happenings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6338121392600554462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6338121392600554462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/recent-happenings.html' title='Recent Happenings'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S1GEw3e7FOI/AAAAAAAAAY8/lUxtKtB6WaY/s72-c/2010+Mustang+Diecast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-1366341316849304370</id><published>2010-01-15T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:52:17.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonalds'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Changed some things.. Took me like almost two hours to change the skins and stuff. :S Off to eat lunch nw. If your link isn't here, please post it in in the cbox, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-1366341316849304370?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1366341316849304370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/1366341316849304370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/1366341316849304370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-479125053494719685</id><published>2010-01-09T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T20:54:47.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredom'/><title type='text'>Something A Little Different</title><content type='html'>Because I was bored, I shall create a full (or almost full) biography of some of the characters in the book I'm writing.&lt;br /&gt;The main protagonist; Cecil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name : Reinhart, Cecil James&lt;br /&gt;Sex : Male&lt;br /&gt;DOB : September 18th 1995&lt;br /&gt;Residences : Former address - Brady Ave / Cruger Ave, New York, NY, United States&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S0lS2cdJZsI/AAAAAAAAAYU/U2oyiFCyR4s/s1600-h/Brady+Avenue,+NY.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S0lS2cdJZsI/AAAAAAAAAYU/U2oyiFCyR4s/s400/Brady+Avenue,+NY.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424958321449330370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Address - 748 Steiner St, San Francisco, CA, United States&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S0lULaL5zhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/krhPK62fmV8/s1600-h/Steiner+Street.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S0lULaL5zhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/krhPK62fmV8/s400/Steiner+Street.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424959781129014802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current height (measured 2011) : Unknown&lt;br /&gt;Serial : K3 - L1C3C&lt;br /&gt;Profession : K.I.G.E.R Defense and Offense&lt;br /&gt;Team : Taurus&lt;br /&gt;Rank : Commander&lt;br /&gt;Vehicles in possession : Mustang, Ford 2010 (K1TTJI3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S0lcg_L5y-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/hQmXjSBO-AY/s1600-h/KITT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S0lcg_L5y-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/hQmXjSBO-AY/s400/KITT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424968947931401186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flex, Ford 2010 (ANT12XV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S0lc3zadHBI/AAAAAAAAAYs/gnkL3ps3lWA/s1600-h/Ford+Flex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S0lc3zadHBI/AAAAAAAAAYs/gnkL3ps3lWA/s400/Ford+Flex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424969339908201490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service vehicle : Mustang, Ford 2010 "Kitt"&lt;br /&gt;Service weapon(s) serial : Iden TRE-97 25 mm - 41HSE10, Glock 9mm GL92109 &lt;br /&gt;Family/Relatives : None. (deceased)&lt;br /&gt;Qualifications - &lt;br /&gt;Vehicle Control : A1 (passed)&lt;br /&gt;Arms : A1 (passed)&lt;br /&gt;Obstacle : A1 (passed)&lt;br /&gt;Medical History : Broken arm (6/2010) Bullet x10 (10',11')&lt;br /&gt;RED data : Suspected murder of 121, (6/10') never convicted.&lt;br /&gt;Current Status : Active&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-479125053494719685?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/479125053494719685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-little-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/479125053494719685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/479125053494719685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-little-different.html' title='Something A Little Different'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/S0lS2cdJZsI/AAAAAAAAAYU/U2oyiFCyR4s/s72-c/Brady+Avenue,+NY.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-1447488933892238339</id><published>2010-01-09T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T07:37:34.859-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meh'/><title type='text'>Week One</title><content type='html'>Short post because I just came back from grandma's birthday. (Father drank a lot as usual) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one - All stress because I was made class monitor...&lt;br /&gt;Day two - Tensed up..&lt;br /&gt;Day three - Considers suicide..&lt;br /&gt;Day four - Happy a little bit..&lt;br /&gt;Day five - OMG!!! I SURVIVED!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of ko-kurikulum - Fed up of having to listen to teachers yelling. Thank you teachers and fellow students for slowing progress and ruining my childhood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I studied by myself at home, I could be the number one student at school. Our education system sucks... tan sri muhyidin yasin!!!! (I didn't capitalize his name because I don't respect him) Get off your knees!!! You're blowing our future!!!! &gt;.&lt; ==" Human beings are so primitive... Racial discrimination everywhere.. Malaysia is one of the only countries in the world that openly practices racism.. (Source - UrbanDictionary) T____T When I grow up, I'm so moving to The States... and live in... San Francisco =) Because its in California. California = Awesome beaches for surfing, tech capital of America, awesome schools, lots of hot girls.. (cough*... erm... *akward*) Anyways, will be updating some more tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-1447488933892238339?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1447488933892238339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/week-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/1447488933892238339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/1447488933892238339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/week-one.html' title='Week One'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-134068624709674783</id><published>2010-01-06T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T03:38:04.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep deprived'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agony'/><title type='text'>Agony*</title><content type='html'>Class monitor, enough said. FML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-134068624709674783?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/134068624709674783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/agony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/134068624709674783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/134068624709674783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/agony.html' title='Agony*'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-7029185481242009847</id><published>2009-12-28T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T06:29:43.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kill Teh and Cheok and the world shal be healed'/><title type='text'>Guy: JINGLE BELLS!!! Me: Yay..... whatever</title><content type='html'>Christmas this year was..... quiet. Who am I kidding, it was just like any other day if not, worse, because I had to thank everyone for their gifts (cash) I had to say stuff like 'Hi Auntie ****, Oh, Merry Christmas to you you too, I'm just calling to say thanks for the present. It's a lot of money!! You shouldn't have. Oh, really? Well, Ben wants to talk to you next. Thanks again!! And Merry Christmas!!!" hands phone to next bro. ......... I'll make a good actor someday, I.... kinda dislike my present... actually, I hate it.. I've been getting nothing but cash for: birthday, Christmas, Chinese New Year (Duh) for like ten years straight.... and it's boring... My younger cousins got toys... I was jealous MLIA?? Guess what? I got $350 this year... yay.... I would be a gazillion times happier if I got something like a shirt.. or a mug (Which is only a fraction of what they gave) SOMETHING THAT'S NOT MONEY!!! &gt;&lt; Actually, after some thinking, I concluded that I'm unhappy because I can't spend it... actually I can.. but my parents never go out anywhere.. except to go eat somewhere far far away just because they saw the place on AFC (Asian Food Channel).. &gt;:( The cash, along with my life's savings is going into my personal college fund because I just found out my parents never made plans for our after-school education... FML Goodbye computer/xbox/new camera/first pair of Converse,etc. I currently have $2500... I've been saving since I was seven... and I never got anything for myself.. and I may never will.. D'x I'm currently reading MLIT - MyLifeIsTwilight (www.mylifeistwilight.com) because I was bored and wanted to know why people (mostly girls) love it so much. I've read until page 97.. Apparently, it has the entertainment value of pornography... (According to MLIA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Szi18N-6P5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/aZIrVCHeBnQ/s1600-h/MLIT+printscreen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Szi18N-6P5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/aZIrVCHeBnQ/s400/MLIT+printscreen.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420282197690695570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There (click to zoom) I have to scroll down very fast every time that add with the fat blond girl in it pops up. It hurts my eyes. Apparently girls there (yes, and sometimes guys) do stuff like:&lt;br /&gt;- Cover every inch of their bedroom (walls and ceiling and sometimes even the floor) with posters of Lautner and Pattinson... &lt;br /&gt;- They get cardboard cutouts of the characters for their rooms. (Sometimes, they also steal the ones from Burger King)&lt;br /&gt;- They read the books over and over again and watch the two films time and time again that they have memorized every thing the person's going to say.&lt;br /&gt;- They dump their boyfriends because they don't look like the wolf or the bloodsucker. They also get dumped if they loathe Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;- They fantasize about going to Forks, Washington&lt;br /&gt;- Get a dog and name him 'Jacob' There's even this girl who made out with her Siberian Husky just because it reminded her of the guy. (It makes the dog I want seem even cooler.. somehow.. ) &lt;br /&gt;- Lots of other numerous things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it interesting so I kept reading until page 95.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the other stuff that I found to be interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- FML - FMyLife (www.fmylife.com) A site where people submit embarrassing or unfortunate events that have happened to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MLIA - MyLifeIsAverage - (www.mylifeisaverage.com) A site where people submit not-so-average stuff that happened to them. Example: Today, I saw this really buff guy dancing and singing along to Party In The USA. MLIA.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MLIG - MyLifeIsGood - (I forgot the url, sorry) A site where people submit stories of the good things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Urban Dictionary (www.urbandictionary.com) A site where you can look up the (not always accurate) description of everyday things like names, stuff, countries, etc. &lt;br /&gt;Example : Boys - Animals that talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Unrelated Captions (www.unrelatedcaptions.com) A site where people submit pictures with totally pointless captions in them like.. Example : a picture of Dora the Explorer with the lyrics to Poker Face in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Average Wizard (www.averagewizard.com) - A site about everything Harry Potter. The word 'Twilight' is automatically censored when typed out there xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fail Blog (www.failblog.org) - A site where people post pictures of everyday fails ranging from 'Fail','Epic Fail' and 'Win' There are also some videos.. (If you're worried your mind will be polluted, just click 'See G-rated pictures and videos only')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to do the stuff I planned to do during the holidays like do my tuition homework, study, finish writing the book, learn how to write with my left hand, etc. but I did manage to do these things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Make a miniature of some room. (It has a piano in it!! ) =D&lt;br /&gt;- Learn the definition of a 'That's what she said' joke.&lt;br /&gt;- Be more random&lt;br /&gt;- Draw like there's no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;- Think about stuff&lt;br /&gt;- Watch several awesome movies&lt;br /&gt;- Exercise &lt;br /&gt;- Improve my drawing skills&lt;br /&gt;- Increase my knowledge on totally pointless stuff like penguins, wolves, Converse, cars that aren't made here, phones and digital stuff, etc.&lt;br /&gt;- Learn new catch phrases like 'OMG!!! THE SUN IS ON FIRE!!!' and 'Why don't you go back to whore island where you came from!' 'I'll La Push you off the top floor if you don't shut up about Twilight!' etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;- Fix my bro's phone so I can use it for myself &gt;:) I got his RAZR V8!! &lt;br /&gt;- Clean my room&lt;br /&gt;- Some other stuff that I can't think of at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc.etc.etc.etc Well, that's all bb.. Oh, just to make your life more miserable, I'll remind you that school reopens in less than 5 DAYS!!! =) Happy holidays!! (Sorry if I spoiled your day, I was bored and had nothing to do) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc. etc. etc. BYE =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-7029185481242009847?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7029185481242009847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/guy-jingle-bells-me-yay-whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7029185481242009847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7029185481242009847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/guy-jingle-bells-me-yay-whatever.html' title='Guy: JINGLE BELLS!!! Me: Yay..... whatever'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Szi18N-6P5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/aZIrVCHeBnQ/s72-c/MLIT+printscreen.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-8859880519343222706</id><published>2009-12-23T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:19:08.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HoHoHo Hachoo cough farts O.O'/><title type='text'>Santa's Stuck On My Roof Because I Don't Have A Chimney xDDD</title><content type='html'>Decided to update my blog and ....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SzLmrhuvkZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/gb8VPjWCZZo/s1600-h/Christmas+Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SzLmrhuvkZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/gb8VPjWCZZo/s400/Christmas+Tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418646937143316882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is tomorrow!!! =DDDD (My house doesn't look a thing like this by the way) O__O My house doesn't really have that "Christmas cheer" like it did a decade ago; the deco is simple this year. My uncle's place is worse; my cousin is coming home for the holidays from Pennsylvania today (Left for U. Penn last year) and they forgot Christmas was tomorrow until my father "reminded" them yesterday. o.O Anyways, didn't get what I wanted for Christmas, but who cares? You don't always get what you want. I hope someone will realize giving people money never makes them happy, especially when you can't spend any of it.. O.O Growing older sucks. Getting toys for Christmas is better than cash. =DDD And I was wondering.. why has everyone stopped using Friendster??!! It's boring there now!! It's like in the movie 'I Am Legend' where everyone is gone.. Come online once in a while la.. @.@ I only got four friends there.... ZZZZzz.. sent requests to people I know but I don't think they open their email or they just don't care about Friendster anymore.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SzLpvB-7b9I/AAAAAAAAAX8/5bYE_5x_IxQ/s1600-h/Friendster+Home+Printscreen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SzLpvB-7b9I/AAAAAAAAAX8/5bYE_5x_IxQ/s400/Friendster+Home+Printscreen.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418650295875629010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? The last time anybody updated was like seven months ago.. and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SzLqLpMrqqI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6EemVEG89Zk/s1600-h/Friendster+Printscreen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SzLqLpMrqqI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6EemVEG89Zk/s400/Friendster+Printscreen.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418650787438635682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O I don't know what to make of this; 19 people viewed my profile since the last time I updated a year ago, 16 of them were hot girls from the US o.O Either they just want to con people of they're just THAT desperate .... One of the girls that viewed my profile wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hi, i don't mean to annoy you, but I saw you're profile in the search and you seemed cool :D I guess I don't have much info on my profile but you can check out my other profile if you wanna learn more, (my name there is *****). it'd be cool if we could chat sometime :D alright cutie, hope to check u soon, Brenda ******** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O Found this in my Friendster inbox...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is weird and awesome at the same time =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-8859880519343222706?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8859880519343222706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/santas-stuck-on-my-roof-because-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/8859880519343222706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/8859880519343222706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/santas-stuck-on-my-roof-because-i-dont.html' title='Santa&apos;s Stuck On My Roof Because I Don&apos;t Have A Chimney xDDD'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SzLmrhuvkZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/gb8VPjWCZZo/s72-c/Christmas+Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-7507790726599573685</id><published>2009-12-17T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T07:14:16.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penguins rock'/><title type='text'>Change??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo4K5htrOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/P1avX6iFXyk/s1600-h/COP15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo4K5htrOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/P1avX6iFXyk/s400/COP15.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416203261758516450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COP15, held in Copenhagen, Denmark (duh) The one place where the world leaders meet to discuss ways to cut carbon emissions... So far nothing much has been done because some people are just too ignorant. Najib wants to cut emissions by 40% and if you are a no life who watches documentaries everyday after school, you'd know that this can't happen because well.. this is Malaysia; people don't care about climate change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SypDh89L79I/AAAAAAAAAXU/AK29BuXjxc4/s1600-h/G20+Protesters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SypDh89L79I/AAAAAAAAAXU/AK29BuXjxc4/s400/G20+Protesters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416215752443949010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SypDydssueI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XvE16O94fR0/s1600-h/Protest2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SypDydssueI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XvE16O94fR0/s400/Protest2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416216036111071714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SypD5lH3i1I/AAAAAAAAAXk/czJFMNTqHoY/s1600-h/Protest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SypD5lH3i1I/AAAAAAAAAXk/czJFMNTqHoY/s400/Protest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416216158363159378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo5T7zcW5I/AAAAAAAAAV8/FNc_7Zprovk/s1600-h/Adelie%27+penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo5T7zcW5I/AAAAAAAAAV8/FNc_7Zprovk/s400/Adelie%27+penguin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416204516500200338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguin!!! =DDDDD I just posted it because I like penguins and this picture was there when I Googled 'Copenhagen Summit'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo5myf2mkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/aykzT6u3MTk/s1600-h/Climate+Change+Refugees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo5myf2mkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/aykzT6u3MTk/s400/Climate+Change+Refugees.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416204840419629634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly, refugees of climate change. Tornadoes, rising ocean levels, etc. have forced people to move and many of them don't have anywhere to go. By 2020, it is estimated that the number of refugees of climate change will be up to 50 million. Supply of clean water will dwindle and poverty will sweep the globe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo6z2tEcvI/AAAAAAAAAWM/pdZ19wgV554/s1600-h/Greenland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo6z2tEcvI/AAAAAAAAAWM/pdZ19wgV554/s400/Greenland.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416206164398732018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huskies!!! This is Greenland (You'd know if you've actually STUDIED Geo) and if I read correctly, its located near Denmark. Its near the North Pole I think, near Alaska (I'm not too sure; its been a while since I studied real US-standard world geography) It's where most of all the icebergs come from and if I read correctly, is largely inhabited by wolves, polar bears and stuff. The ice shelf is shrinking there, bit by bit. It is predicted that it could vanish within the next 20-25 years if nothing is done and the global temperature may rise up by 2 degrees Celcius. Not much?? Five degrees and Malaysia will snow. The whole world may go into an ice age, like in The Day After Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo9HNY7e1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Vq7VIs4OF8U/s1600-h/Iceberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo9HNY7e1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Vq7VIs4OF8U/s400/Iceberg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416208695929043794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini tsunami*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo83ic8aOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/cX6w-0_VuhE/s1600-h/Protesters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo83ic8aOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/cX6w-0_VuhE/s400/Protesters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416208426705119458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what this is about but I just posted it because it was there when I Googled 'Copenhagen Summit'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo9W1b2-lI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Jt21qTVkxq4/s1600-h/Hurricane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo9W1b2-lI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Jt21qTVkxq4/s400/Hurricane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416208964376787538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many natural disasters that occur more often than ever due to climate change. If you noticed, there is a lot more thunder here in Malaysia now than last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you've read today's headlines about the Summit, you would notice they wrote at the bottom right of the huge picture of protesters "Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak, who is in Copenhagen, has called for legally-binding agreement for the FUTURE SURVIVAL OF MANKIND. See Page 2. - Reuters" O.O ...... Kinda puts this in your head right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo_gjcZKLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/_P7FPR21-gA/s1600-h/2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo_gjcZKLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/_P7FPR21-gA/s400/2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416211330369136818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo_m3Llq3I/AAAAAAAAAW0/BNdnsW2CQFQ/s1600-h/Collapse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo_m3Llq3I/AAAAAAAAAW0/BNdnsW2CQFQ/s400/Collapse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416211438746577778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo_yAEvS5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/CZ0PmdTdMQo/s1600-h/LA.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo_yAEvS5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/CZ0PmdTdMQo/s400/LA.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416211630112328594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo_-TFDxkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/pV-HayrPloY/s1600-h/Las+Vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo_-TFDxkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/pV-HayrPloY/s400/Las+Vegas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416211841372374594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may shock you, but this (shifting of the Earth's crust or the Earth's crust displacement theory) IS happening, but not on such a disastrous scale. The Earth's plates are moving a few cm each year. (Google "Pangea" it helps) Soon, in like 250 million years, maybe (I dunno, I'm just some Malaysian kid not a Geologist) the world map will have to be rewritten.  (Pangea, or Pangaea kinda looks like that patch of land in 2012 =D) See??!! And about 2012, the movie was awesome!! I don't know why people say that it has no storyline. You need to be more open minded!!! (meaning severely polluted in your head) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SypJa4CbJ1I/AAAAAAAAAXs/pxjEfRf_IgM/s1600-h/2012+plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SypJa4CbJ1I/AAAAAAAAAXs/pxjEfRf_IgM/s400/2012+plane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416222227934422866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the trailer, my first thought was 'Terminator 1' because the woman's hair looked like Sarah Connor's 'mullet' hairstyle. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SypCH4gqhaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/an9yHc4OkcA/s1600-h/Supercontinents.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SypCH4gqhaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/an9yHc4OkcA/s400/Supercontinents.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416214205062350242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangea aka. Pangaea, the last supercontinent, the earliest being Vaalbara; supercontinent means a single landmass consisting of all the modern continents - Asia, Africa etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral?? STOP BUYING EXPENSIVE SHOES AND CLOTHES THAT YOU'RE JUST GONNA THROW AWAY IN A FEW MONTHS!!! &gt;.&lt; Oh, and I'm not just talking the talk, I'm trying to recycle. (that being hard due to the lack of recycle bins around where I live) Oh, and if you call 1300131300 within the next two seconds, you will get a free airline ticket to Copenhagen, courtesy of Scandinavian Airlines, where you can protest all you want plus a stuffed penguin, husky and polar bear courtesy of WWF Copenhagen!! TOO LATE!! YOU SLOW!! BYE BYE!! The End!! Goodbye!!! xD jk (but seriously, you don't get free airline tickets or stuffed animals) ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-7507790726599573685?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7507790726599573685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7507790726599573685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7507790726599573685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/change.html' title='Change??'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Syo4K5htrOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/P1avX6iFXyk/s72-c/COP15.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-2627923368410726945</id><published>2009-12-11T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:22:57.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lionsgate'/><title type='text'>No Title*</title><content type='html'>I'm really bored... ='( There's nothing to do right now and my conscience is yelling at me to 'PICK UP YOUR F***ING BOOKS!!!' Should I study?? Diiva, Diina and (If you believe it) Jared are studying... up to three hours a day =S Me?? 0.. Except maybe when I'm absolutely bored. I read Science last week; quite interesting actually, all about the human body. (except the final chapters) When I cleaned my room, I had to put away all the novels and drawings on my rack and replace them with 20kg of revision books @.@ I thought the shelf was going to break in two. (Ikea, made in China) But it didn't... =D .... Bored la.. erm... thinking.. Oh, yeah, my father coming back from... somewhere (I dunno where he went, Hong Kong?? Thailand?? Bali?? Zurich?? US??? Germany?? I honestly don't know =S) and MAAAAAAYBBEEEE just maybe he might have bought that PSP my fat brother always wanted... I don't freakin want a PSP... It's so fragile and the screen is so small.. so not worth it.. and the best part??? My father will say it's a Christmas present for all of us and we have to share... (Meaning my fat brother is the only one that can use it) So it's the same as getting nothing for Christmas... ='( But that's life, you can't want anything.. you can only hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SyMPxrU7vQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/i4VDMtvSyxc/s1600-h/Sony+PSP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SyMPxrU7vQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/i4VDMtvSyxc/s400/Sony+PSP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414188523148000514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how fragile it is?? One drop and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SyMP70LhXwI/AAAAAAAAAUs/g0lOFoblyb0/s1600-h/Broken+PSP+Display.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SyMP70LhXwI/AAAAAAAAAUs/g0lOFoblyb0/s400/Broken+PSP+Display.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414188697323134722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished.. PSP, Designed by Sony Corporation in Japan, assembled in China. RIP 2009-2010. ZZZzzz that was lame.. Completely different topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies I wanna watch =D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SyMUdPkWq4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/bganvqf63jY/s1600-h/9+Movie+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SyMUdPkWq4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/bganvqf63jY/s400/9+Movie+Poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414193669657242498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 9(2009) I STILL haven't watched it!!! ==" I tried downloading it but my computer crashed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SyMUu1dwW5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/IpD1QQaLyZ4/s1600-h/Alice+in+Wonderland+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SyMUu1dwW5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/IpD1QQaLyZ4/s400/Alice+in+Wonderland+2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414193971887889298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Alice in Wonderland!!! =DDDDDD and the movie adaptation of American McGee's Alice!! According to Wikipedia, the movie will be the only R rated animated movie since the South Park movie. Meaning??? AWESOME!!! Animated blood and gore!! &gt;=) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SyWS7bfhseI/AAAAAAAAAVs/b_qEiEAkkv0/s1600-h/Avatar+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SyWS7bfhseI/AAAAAAAAAVs/b_qEiEAkkv0/s400/Avatar+Poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414895676672815586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) James Cameron's Avatar!!! =DDDDD The graphics are so awesome!!! They actually made a camera that replicated the way humans see for the movie. December 17th, one day before North America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SyMWDD3m8QI/AAAAAAAAAVE/rj5tPCHlSmA/s1600-h/Iron+Man+2+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SyMWDD3m8QI/AAAAAAAAAVE/rj5tPCHlSmA/s400/Iron+Man+2+Poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414195418863431938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Iron Man 2!!!! =DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SyMWPqYIwMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QdcarQaHodo/s1600-h/SAW+VI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SyMWPqYIwMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QdcarQaHodo/s400/SAW+VI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414195635358843074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) SAW VI!!! I love the whole series &gt;=) I wanna download it sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SyMYtwee_sI/AAAAAAAAAVc/EqAYSEwToDw/s1600-h/The+Vampire%27s+Assistant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SyMYtwee_sI/AAAAAAAAAVc/EqAYSEwToDw/s400/The+Vampire%27s+Assistant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414198351415410370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The Vampire's Assistant. It was released months ago but because this is Malaysia.. you know la.. everything must hold and cut, cut, cut before can be put into cinemas. =( I really hope they didn't cut anything. I want the humor and violence that the trailer promised!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SyMbr2CiaVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JflCdhzejnU/s1600-h/Zombieland+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SyMbr2CiaVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JflCdhzejnU/s400/Zombieland+Poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414201617083951442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Zombieland!!! =DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) (Because got no movie poster available) SAW VII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many many many others I'm not sure if I wanna watch, like Alpha and Omega?? Daybreakers?? Shrek (I have to watch that) erm... I dunno la THE END!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-2627923368410726945?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2627923368410726945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2627923368410726945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2627923368410726945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-title.html' title='No Title*'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SyMPxrU7vQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/i4VDMtvSyxc/s72-c/Sony+PSP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-3733137270013987322</id><published>2009-12-11T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T03:30:16.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s PACMAN'/><title type='text'>Waka Waka Waka Waka Waka Waka!!!</title><content type='html'>Back again!! The computer is fixed!!!! =DDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have happened since I last updated, for example: &lt;br /&gt;I fixed the Ikea cabinet all by myself!!! ..... ... I didn't draw anything new, touching up, a student got microwaved to death via thunder, a moment of silence... deepest condolences. I cleaned my room, found some stuff I thought I'd lost forever. set up the Christmas tree. Recent news (As in today) Went to Sunway because Ben wanted to buy a pair of 'casual walking' shoes. (If you were there, I was the guy wearing a white Fox Racing T-shirt, gray camo jeans (the army type clothes) and all black shoes) People stared at me because they thought I was really in the army.. (???) Went to Jusco so my mother could buy some Christmas deco and then to Converse because I was an 'expert' at Converse (meaning that I knew where the place was and had a reasonable reason to why the shoes were so expensive) In the end.... didn't buy them.. Being cheap, we went to Bata... Jalan-jalan a bit after that, went home at about.. dunno.. 1 maybe 2 something. Later that day, went to AmCorp Mall to collect my computer that my fat brother destroyed last week due to playing super lame 2D online games (Maple and Dota) and it cost 80 bucks to repair ==" I'm pissed at the fact that some stupid, lame, no life, 2D, cacated graphics, pathetic excuse for a game destroyed my computer.. It is raining now.. heavily.. which reminds me, yesterday, cycling to USJ 2 park to play badminto with Jared, Diiva, Diina and the gang... As soon and I arrived at the court.. (It was sunny, really sunny) ...... drips drips* ??!!!!! Raining in broad daylight, no dark clouds whatsoever in the sky; rushed home at once but still ended up getting soaked... stupid global warming... Anyways... will be writing again, starting tomorrow.. I've thought of the whole thing from every angle, scientifically, logically, and.... IT FITS!!! Every single 'scene' or idea, beginning to end. Oh, yeah. I've thought of idea for another book. I got the idea from a dream I had a few months back. I guess Tim Burton might call it 'hauntingly beautiful'. The idea is like this. 'The near future (or maybe 2050.. depends) land is scarce (or maybe some other logical reason) and this has pushed the US (Malaysia??? NO FREAKIN WAY) Government to begin experimenting on the construction of underwater colonies (something like Bioshock) After a few years, the city of Fortree is opened to the public. The city is situated at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. People from all over come to the city because of better jobs and cheaper housing. The city flourishes after a few months but then on New Year's eve, as Fortree's residents toast in the new year.. BOOM!!! shudders* .... Laughs and thinks it was just nothing... guess again. Machines come to life and begin to butcher everyone. Thousands die and the survivors have to find a way out... bla bla bla... ZZZZzzzz.. I need to eat now.. bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-3733137270013987322?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3733137270013987322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/waka-waka-waka-waka-waka-waka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/3733137270013987322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/3733137270013987322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/waka-waka-waka-waka-waka-waka.html' title='Waka Waka Waka Waka Waka Waka!!!'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-2636261175037657431</id><published>2009-12-04T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:07:31.440-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lala chong'/><title type='text'>Yo Yo Yo.. WASSUP!!!! xD xD xD</title><content type='html'>Back again after so long. I wanted to update my blog like a week ago. I was in the car coming back from Ikea when I thought 'Hmm.. Maybe I should update the blog today..' But when I came home.. Brian: 'The computer's broken..' ==" And I didn't even get to look at the dogs at Ikano (Closed for some reason) Got to see some parrots and budgies. =D Bought some cabinet that was on sale, had to assemble it all by myself.. I gotta go now =( (I at my cousin's house) BB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-2636261175037657431?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2636261175037657431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/yo-yo-yo-wassup-xd-xd-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2636261175037657431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2636261175037657431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/yo-yo-yo-wassup-xd-xd-xd.html' title='Yo Yo Yo.. WASSUP!!!! xD xD xD'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-6788501482680588875</id><published>2009-11-28T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T02:48:06.045-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wakawakawakawaka'/><title type='text'>The Ugly Truth.. Literally</title><content type='html'>I got bored, so I read some of my old posts. The more I read, the more depressed I got. My posts were all gay and colorful... Now they're all emo and serious.. Should I do anything to change that? I dunno. They're like cartoons, you loved them when you were young, now, they're so irritating you just wanna rip your arm out just to have something to throw at the TV. (I dunno, maybe some of you still enjoy watching cartoons)Just posting because I felt bored, doesn't really mean anything.. ZZzz parents not here.. no mood to eat... @.@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-6788501482680588875?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6788501482680588875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/ugly-truth-literally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6788501482680588875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6788501482680588875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/ugly-truth-literally.html' title='The Ugly Truth.. Literally'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-1307945929118505770</id><published>2009-11-27T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:59:18.401-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merry Christmas Everyone'/><title type='text'>Dear Santa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SxDKI2wX5FI/AAAAAAAAAUc/rI-daaWg_nk/s1600/Christmas+House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SxDKI2wX5FI/AAAAAAAAAUc/rI-daaWg_nk/s400/Christmas+House.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409045405958136914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My house looks nothing like in the picture by the way) I did this because I felt really bored.. and because I'd really like to own some of this stuff =P First of all, before you judge me, I'd like to apologize to everyone I've hurt and hope that they find it in their heart to forgive me. Since I was born, I've experienced 13 Christmases. I found that people take joy in sending and receiving material things (especially receiving) I've felt down all year, and even on my birthday, I was horrified that I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't happiness any more. I feel numb.. even physical wounds don't hurt that much anymore. Sometimes, I don't even notice them there. So for this Christmas, I want happiness. Is that hard? I can't think of any possible way someone can give a person happiness. That someone usually buys something expensive for the person to make them happy, for example, a laptop. The idea of getting one doesn't really make me feel happy. In the end, it's just an machine, and like all machines, It will eventually break or get outdated. Plus my brother probably will take it from me and watch porn on it, thus, corrupting it.. So in the end, it doesn't make me happy to own one. But you can always try =P. I want only ONE of the things below (though it'd very nice of you to give me all, xD jk):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SxDBTr-U0HI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2cMKdb_qPeE/s1600/Sable+and+Jet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SxDBTr-U0HI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2cMKdb_qPeE/s400/Sable+and+Jet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409035696437776498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A dog for me to love and one that will love me back. =D A Siberian Husky!! (Because I noticed the lines under my eyes look like the spectacle markings on the dog) or a German Shepherd, or a Golden Retriever!! (really, any dog that will suit me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My story to be finished and turned into a hard copy for everyone to read. I don't really care if it gets published or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SxDDY_bh0QI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Reo1j3brK_M/s1600/Perjanjian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SxDDY_bh0QI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Reo1j3brK_M/s400/Perjanjian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409037986583138562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Perjanjian IbuBapa 2010 - 2013 - Isi Kandungan:&lt;br /&gt;- Ibubapa mengiktiraf saya sebagai seorang individu yang mempunyai perasaan dan cita rasa tersendiri.&lt;br /&gt;- Ibubapa membenarkan saya memakai baju-baju dari Catch Up&lt;br /&gt;- Ibubapa tidak membazirkan masa saya dengan melakukan aktiviti-aktiviti yang tidak berfaedah seperti melawat saudara mara, menghadiri majlis hari jadi sepupu, etc. (Always end up being the last to leave, sitting at the bloody table waiting for my father to finish his f*cking beer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etc.. etc.. *Will be thinking about some more rules to add. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SxDG4fAJ4FI/AAAAAAAAAUE/cwImymdxWKE/s1600/XBOX+360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SxDG4fAJ4FI/AAAAAAAAAUE/cwImymdxWKE/s400/XBOX+360.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409041826169086034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The XBOX 360, because I want something to play with.. I don't own a game console..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SxDHebuUkdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/q8xC8zF2HFM/s1600/Dell+Adamo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SxDHebuUkdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/q8xC8zF2HFM/s400/Dell+Adamo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409042478124011986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The Dell Adamo, or:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SxDIL0CJa8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/PHiRg7nCOEw/s1600/Alienware+M9700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SxDIL0CJa8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/PHiRg7nCOEw/s400/Alienware+M9700.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409043257743731650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alienware M9700, al in one gaming laptop. I just want a laptop for myself. So that EVERYTHING in it is 100% ME, not contaminated whatsoever by the mischief done by my brothers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I just want to watch a movie.. any good movie. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all.. I really hope I get the dog. I've tried signaling to my parents, but I think they think that the picture in my phone is a wolf. ==" Well, just praying at the moment. Oh, yeah, PLEASE comment to signal that you've been to my blog. There just isn't any comments to respond to @.@ It's so boring at home.. everyone all chow go on holiday adi.. I maybe going Malacca in December for three days. I think that's the only holiday trip I'm getting this year, besides Hong Kong in June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-1307945929118505770?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1307945929118505770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/1307945929118505770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/1307945929118505770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa..'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SxDKI2wX5FI/AAAAAAAAAUc/rI-daaWg_nk/s72-c/Christmas+House.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-4911001928571844269</id><published>2009-11-26T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:19:46.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muhahahahahaha Blood and Gore'/><title type='text'>Mehs..</title><content type='html'>Boring la at home.. nobody online. I realized today, I've been sitting down so much my ass has started to hurt, and I loose my balance easily. And I think my parents think that I drink, because I look like I'm drunk when I'm walking. The novel thingy is really behind, I couldn't do any pages yesterday and because my father is here (he always finds a way to discourage me) I can't do any work until he leaves. ==" So in total, I'm in debt of twelve pages and some major restructuring. This thing is gonna be finished around March or April, depending on how often I can write. Well, here are some pictures to show you what the thing is like in my head: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sw95uBbTpvI/AAAAAAAAATc/6DS2t1IZPJA/s1600/Daily+Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sw95uBbTpvI/AAAAAAAAATc/6DS2t1IZPJA/s400/Daily+Life.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408675509059167986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily life before the end, all modern and crap... Bigger photo on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sw97JeAic_I/AAAAAAAAATk/jWC5OXZWKe4/s1600/Rampage.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sw97JeAic_I/AAAAAAAAATk/jWC5OXZWKe4/s400/Rampage.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408677080099615730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after the destruction of the 'Red Gate' "Rampage!!" *Second personality shows and he has this crazed look in his eyes like Flippy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sw99EsrANtI/AAAAAAAAATs/iyh9awOlVww/s1600/Flippy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sw99EsrANtI/AAAAAAAAATs/iyh9awOlVww/s400/Flippy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408679197159732946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I'd make a colored drawing. Btw, His irises are gray when he's normal and red when he's in 'destroy' mode. (They also glow in the dark)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-4911001928571844269?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4911001928571844269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/mehs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/4911001928571844269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/4911001928571844269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/mehs.html' title='Mehs..'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sw95uBbTpvI/AAAAAAAAATc/6DS2t1IZPJA/s72-c/Daily+Life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-9123667581999018658</id><published>2009-11-23T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:00:44.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noob..'/><title type='text'>One Small Step For Me, One Giant Leap For.. Me?? Does That Make Sense??</title><content type='html'>YEAH!!! I completed my first page!!! ^^ I will try to go on tomorrow. I will aim to complete a 300 page book by the end of the school holidays. =D And if I can print it out into a hard copy, I'll let everyone read it. I call it 'Point Break - Evolution' (Does that sound too cliche'???) Well, basically (read the plot at the bottom of some of the posts to learn some more) it's about this love story kinda thingy between the main character(Cecil, this human/penguin guy who doesn't take anybody's crap) and a girl he had to leave behind in New York when he moved to San Francisco years ago. They initially despise each other when the girl (Laura, human/penguin girl who lived in NY) arrives in San Francisco via a transfer program, organized by Cecil's commanding officer, Marcus. (Marcus(wolf/human guy who was in the army before the virus) feels Cecil is lonely and decides to hire some new recruits from NY) Learning Cecil survived the virus, (She kinda hoped he'd died) Laura wants to return to NY along with the other transferees, only to find that in the weeks she left to travel to San Francisco, Iden-NY completely destroyed and took over NY colony, codenamed Donut Land (Big Apple, Big Apple Donuts??? Get it?? Owh, nvm..) She is forced to stay in San Francisco along with the others. Cecil is given the task of teaching her the ways to being a warrior (soldier)(Laura was a medic in NY) They soon begin to develop feelings for each other, blah blah blah. Something like Twilight, but without the emo people, vampires, Paramore (Though if I HAD made the animation, I'd put in at least ONE Paramore song) etc. etc. Well, if you disagree with the Twilight thingy, I don't care, I never read or watched Twilight :). Oh, yeah, there are also tonnes of other characters, like Kyle(Half husky guy who is Cecil's team mate and close friend in his battalion), Mort(Beaver kinda person who's good with computers), Norah(Half husky girl who despises Kyle because he is an 'asshole'), Michelle(I dunno, I need to add some descriptions), Lewis(Half eagle guy who teaches flying at the aviary), etc. etc. So, yeah, that's what the story is basically like, guns, people/animals, cars, love, violence (the funny type), technology, etc. etc. I got some sketches, I'll try to upload them sometime. In the mean time.. typing* Owh, yeah, I just remembered. If I HAD made an animation, the soundtrack would include:&lt;br /&gt;1) Snow Patrol - Run (Main theme)&lt;br /&gt;2) Leave Out All The Rest - Linkin Park (The part where the bridge blows up)&lt;br /&gt;3) Evanesence - Bring Me To Life/ Coheed &amp; Cambria - Welcome Home (The part where the Iden people attack the city)&lt;br /&gt;4) Linkin Park - Numb (The part where Cecil finds he.. well, I can't tell you)&lt;br /&gt;5) Gavin DeGraw - Chariot (Bar)&lt;br /&gt;6) 3OH!3 - Don't Trust Me (Car Chase)&lt;br /&gt;7) Lady Gaga - Poker Face (Club Soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;8) Simple Plan - I Can Wait Forever / Goo Goo Dolls - Iris( Arrival)&lt;br /&gt;9) Linkin Park - What I've Done (Working Hard)&lt;br /&gt;10) Flo Rida - My Lips Like Sugar (Learning To Dance)&lt;br /&gt;11) Owl City - Air Traffic (Beneath The Stars)&lt;br /&gt;12) Jesse James - Wanted (Laura - Learning To Love)&lt;br /&gt;13) Britney Spears If You Seek Amy - (Laura - Fitting In)&lt;br /&gt;14) Leona Lewis/ Snow Partol - Run (Piano Cover) (Loss)&lt;br /&gt;15) Linkin Park -  From The Inside (Two Sides To One)&lt;br /&gt;16) Green Day - 21 Guns (Live and Let Die)&lt;br /&gt;17) The All American Rejects - Dirty Little Secret (GET THAT B*TCH!)&lt;br /&gt;18) Pixie Lott - Boys &amp; Girls (Preparation) &lt;br /&gt;19) My Chemical Romance - Teenagers (Time to KILL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@.@ But It wouldn't of have worked out, too many songs. I think the animation would have to be like at least three hours to squeeze everything in xD Gtg now. bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-9123667581999018658?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9123667581999018658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-small-step-for-me-one-giant-leap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/9123667581999018658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/9123667581999018658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-small-step-for-me-one-giant-leap.html' title='One Small Step For Me, One Giant Leap For.. Me?? Does That Make Sense??'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-1794074700791533670</id><published>2009-11-21T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T05:38:59.003-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m with stupid?'/><title type='text'>2Jay Klass Parte!!!</title><content type='html'>It was today, sucks to be you if you didn't come. =D Did lots of stuff. Bowling, eating, window shopping, walking, lining up, laughing, waiting, shopping, SHOPPING!!! (Did that sound girly?? o.O) Yeah, everyone except Weng Hang got something at Catch Up. That place is awesome!! Thanks Jared, for telling me about the place. Diiva and Eric both got MJ T-shirts that read 'Never Forget' at the bottom of a huge picture of Michael. Jared got 'Let's Dance' shirt. Sean got a 'Love Music' shirt that made him hungry when we were going home O.o. Wern wei got erm.. I forgot what he bought, didn't see. I got a 'Game Over' shirt that has an red explosion behind the lettering. The shirt is black in color. I love it!! But I wanted to get that Red Bull shirt or that Rooster shirt!!! &gt;.&lt; I didn't buy it because they didn't have it in my size and my parents would probably burn them when I got home.. Here are what they look like (Something like that): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SwfpxNytC6I/AAAAAAAAATM/-dYaR3hlELg/s1600/Bad+Bull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SwfpxNytC6I/AAAAAAAAATM/-dYaR3hlELg/s400/Bad+Bull.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406546909406759842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shirt I wanted to buy was red and read 'Red Bull, F*ck with energy drink' The picture was of the bull chasing a girl o.O. Parents would probably burn it, then bury the ashes. xD The rooster shirt was something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SwfqUXQli3I/AAAAAAAAATU/t85Yd3VOSSs/s1600/Rooster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SwfqUXQli3I/AAAAAAAAATU/t85Yd3VOSSs/s400/Rooster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406547513243437938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shirt was green in color and read 'I got a big *picture of rooster*' Lol?? I wanna get a really funny shirt, but I'd probably get disowned for wearing it. xDxDxDxDxDxDxD Anyways, enough about T-shirts. Bowling!! ........ Will be posting some pictures tomorrow if I feel like it. The score: Wern Wei 1# Me: second last.. =) Ate at McDonalds, McValue Lunch of course. Wanted to go ice skating, but it was too expensive. After bowling, we were so bored, we decided to go window shopping!! Visited some random stores. Ended up in Jucso!!!?? o.O After a long long time, I remembered I needed to buy a replacement battery for my brother's RAZR. Got the imitation one because the originals weren't in production anymore. After that, went home, waited at Starbucks. It was raining. THE END for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-1794074700791533670?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1794074700791533670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/2jay-klass-parte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/1794074700791533670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/1794074700791533670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/2jay-klass-parte.html' title='2Jay Klass Parte!!!'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SwfpxNytC6I/AAAAAAAAATM/-dYaR3hlELg/s72-c/Bad+Bull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-6028543523169026030</id><published>2009-11-17T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T04:04:41.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 Recession Ends by the way'/><title type='text'>OMG!! It's taking FOREVER!!! @.@</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm talking about the animation project, which so far, hasn't taken off yet. I guess I always have no mood to struggle and download the 3DS Max animator which, by the way, costs RM25,500 to purchase. So obviously, I'm going to download the fake cracked one, when I finally find the right torrent that has no virus or encrypted code. @.@ I've done loads of drawings for the thing. I think I have over a hundred. Sigh* I've done my homework (research I mean) and it took Shane Ackner (That guy who made the movie '9') FOUR YEARS on and off to make the eleven minute animation which impressed Tim Burton enough to turn it into a feature length movie.(The guy who made The Nightmare Before Christmas, The Corpse Bride, Alice in wonderland) The 9 poster, I'm SO gonna watch it. Been waiting for it to come out since May =D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SwKKtMZLvuI/AAAAAAAAATE/kdQcndnbuFk/s1600/9+Movie+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SwKKtMZLvuI/AAAAAAAAATE/kdQcndnbuFk/s400/9+Movie+Poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405035011823615714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the only picture of the animation I making (Big MAYBE) is the one in my background picture. The bird thing is a penguin for your information. Why?? It just IS!! It is a human that well.. basically mutated into half bird because of a virus. (I don't watch too many sci-fi films for your information) well, in a nutshell, because it'll take FOREVER to elaborate on everything, this guy, Cecil, lives in San Francisco (It's a beautiful city located in West Coast of America) Then in 2010, a plane carrying some scientists and their super top secret experiment thingy explodes shortly after leaving the airport. The plane crashes somewhere in the forests near the city. The cargo however, the virus, I call it the TRI virus, is an airborne virus (Which means it spreads through the air) Humans are especially vulnerable. What does the virus do? It alters the basic cellular construction of a person, making them transform into full or partial animals, die, or turn to dust. Within a few days, the whole world is infected. Many die due to being attacked by the infected. The leaders of the world call for the quarantine of the uninfected in special facilities to save the human race. They leave the task to the people who made the virus, IDEN Bioengineering (Some huge company with many branches i.e: military, construction, aviation, bioengineering, etc.) Cecil, before the virus outbreak, is born on September 18th, 1995 and has jet black hair. His mother tells him to lock himself at home after his sister is infected and sent to the hospital. After ten days of being alone, he gets a call from his mother, both his father and his sister are dead and the hospital is in the middle of an attack by the infected. She tells him to go to the quarantine facility before the Golden Gate Bridge is destroyed. Cecil fails and is infected after he is exposed to the air outside. He turns into the bird. well, that's all for now. If I tell you anymore, I'll spoil the whole thing. Anyways, I gotta go to tuition now, bb &lt;br /&gt;P.S: Owh, yea, The IDEN people are evil, they don't believe that some of the ifected really are harmless, their main objective is to destroy any of the infected. Cecil and the survivors fight for survival and the key to the cure. (The IDEN ppl are using super advanced robot / transformers kinda thingys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-6028543523169026030?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6028543523169026030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg-its-taking-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6028543523169026030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6028543523169026030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg-its-taking-forever.html' title='OMG!! It&apos;s taking FOREVER!!! @.@'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SwKKtMZLvuI/AAAAAAAAATE/kdQcndnbuFk/s72-c/9+Movie+Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-7644393890480281317</id><published>2009-11-14T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T19:20:50.921-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shitholes'/><title type='text'>Smash!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was disappointing, because we lost to a bunch of khiasu form ones at basketball!! ==" And then when I wanted to go home, my bike tyre was flat. T___T So I had to push it all the way to Petronas to pump air. Then, when I went home, parents shouting at my fat brother. I was so pissed, I dumped my bike at home and walked to USJ 2 park to be alone. Then after half an hour, my mother picked me up from USJ 2. Then, after some rest time at home, online. And nobody was on Facebook.. Then later, my father said he haven't take my brother to belated birthday dinner, so then later he take us go Sunway to eat Japanese food. Later, my father go take us to the digital section of Sunway, where they sell computer. Then my father talking to this guy about some Fujitsu laptop. I thought 'OMG?? He buying laptop for me??' (He promised to buy me a computer for like a few months for getting good marks in mid year exam and final exam.. But then later my fat brother say, "I dun like Fujistu". Then my father say "Who said I was buying for you, I buying for my work wan", =="!!!!!!! T____T Potong steam like shit.. Then today, some asshole named Kwee Teng Chong go chat with me through Facebook. He call me all the shit words, so I just call him all the shit words back. And then, I spam his wall before deleting him from my friends list. =) And if I get his email, I will  send him virus and junk mail. I have had it with being nice. It never amounts to anything. All the assholes and cheats will succeed in life while all the kind and selfless people will burn in hell. What I'm planning to do to someone who uses swear words on me, cheats, backstabs, etc:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If I know where they live, I'll throw stuff into their house when they aren't around.&lt;br /&gt;2) Get back at them physically (punck, kick, etc)&lt;br /&gt;3) Break their stuff&lt;br /&gt;4) Poison their food (If I get a chance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;=) Remember kids, It's good to be bad. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-7644393890480281317?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7644393890480281317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/smash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7644393890480281317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7644393890480281317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/smash.html' title='Smash!!'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-7584864220399525333</id><published>2009-11-14T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T01:52:03.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Lame'/><title type='text'>Cheap Story</title><content type='html'>Ookay, here's a story I heard from one of my friends. There was a Malaysian guy, a Japanese guy and an Indonesian guy in a sampan heading to the erm... Easter Island!! (imagination) Suddenly, there were three holes in the bottom of the boat. The Japanese guy quickly stuffed some Playstations, a few XBOXes and a Nintendo Wii in the hole. The Malaysian guy and the Indonesian guy just stared at him like "What the Hell??". The Japanese guy responded "Don't worry, we have TONNES of those from where I come from". The Indonesian guy then stuffed some batik in the second hole and said "We have a lot of that from where I come from". The Malaysian guy then stuffed the Indonesian guy into the third hole and said to the Japanese guy "We have many of these from where I come from". The moral?? Easter Island ROCKS!!! (Where is Easter Island anyway??? o.O)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-7584864220399525333?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7584864220399525333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheap-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7584864220399525333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7584864220399525333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheap-story.html' title='Cheap Story'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-5777472376429680973</id><published>2009-11-11T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T06:07:36.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wanna play a game with you'/><title type='text'>Changing With Time</title><content type='html'>Lookie!!! New background picture!!! (This is only temporary). Owh, short post: I was in tuition just now and I had to hold a GOAT'S HEART!!! A real life goat's heart!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sv1oAdb9XlI/AAAAAAAAAS8/AMiqBM-8guA/s1600-h/Bloody+Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sv1oAdb9XlI/AAAAAAAAAS8/AMiqBM-8guA/s400/Bloody+Heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403589485025648210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dub Dub... Dub Dub.. (Heart beat sounds*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures because I didn't bring my camera phone. ='( I was like "... SO COLD!!! and slimy!!" After some touching here and there, I went to wash my hands. And OMG!! BLOOD all over!!! Well, not all over but there was still a bit of blood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after it all... I felt.. GREAT!!! Not grossed out (At least not too much). But.. I worry.. What if I become this guy: (Park is gonna post my picture in his blog or Facebook with this guy's name in it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvrPbiNMKxI/AAAAAAAAASU/tYN7w-Psab4/s1600-h/John+Kramer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvrPbiNMKxI/AAAAAAAAASU/tYN7w-Psab4/s400/John+Kramer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402858774929877778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGSAW!!! aka. John Kramer from the Saw films. Played by Tobin Bell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvrPpk5xWnI/AAAAAAAAASc/7Z6nUoDtL5E/s1600-h/Jigsaw+Puppet.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvrPpk5xWnI/AAAAAAAAASc/7Z6nUoDtL5E/s400/Jigsaw+Puppet.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402859016171903602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His puppet, Billy.(seriously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry I might do this to people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvrP1fiTRTI/AAAAAAAAASk/dtR3AIu8CZA/s1600-h/Saw+Trap+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvrP1fiTRTI/AAAAAAAAASk/dtR3AIu8CZA/s400/Saw+Trap+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402859220889716018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvrP_JyTrPI/AAAAAAAAASs/AtfIsEbwrJo/s1600-h/Saw+Trap+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvrP_JyTrPI/AAAAAAAAASs/AtfIsEbwrJo/s400/Saw+Trap+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402859386849963250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvrQEjpb68I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Xx5xRXGuSaU/s1600-h/Saw+Trap+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvrQEjpb68I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Xx5xRXGuSaU/s400/Saw+Trap+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402859479691422658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X @.@ Sick right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-5777472376429680973?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5777472376429680973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/changing-with-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/5777472376429680973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/5777472376429680973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/changing-with-time.html' title='Changing With Time'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sv1oAdb9XlI/AAAAAAAAAS8/AMiqBM-8guA/s72-c/Bloody+Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-6887567308580830714</id><published>2009-11-10T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:51:18.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Omg'/><title type='text'>=S @.@ D8!!!??? (??!!!!) (???)</title><content type='html'>Short post, because it's too noisy and I can't take it. My neighbors dogs are... are... are.... well... erm... doing 'it'. Yeah, that. Didn't see but I know because can hear from my living room. Damn noisy... For some reason, It's good that my parents are not around at the moment because.. well I dunno, it just is. They won't be all like... _______!!!  ZZzzzz SO noisy.. Can hear the howling.. ARF!! ARF!! BARK!! ARF!! AROOOOOoooo!!! Zzzzz Can't wait for it to stop.. School gonna start soon. Brb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-6887567308580830714?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6887567308580830714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/s-d8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6887567308580830714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6887567308580830714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/s-d8.html' title='=S @.@ D8!!!??? (??!!!!) (???)'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-4540641089436053878</id><published>2009-11-08T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:22:48.343-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Shadow'/><title type='text'>FAIL-Nation</title><content type='html'>Today is the first of two class parties. Got one already planned for like next week Friday. But Pn. Praba just HAD to make two because 'there is something going on, and it's SOOOOO important; she just can't show up for the original party. And if my predictions are correct, this party is gonna be an ERIC, sorry, i mean EPIC FAIL!! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvducBYpO-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/v0AFPZFoIMQ/s1600-h/Fail+Birthday+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvducBYpO-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/v0AFPZFoIMQ/s400/Fail+Birthday+Party.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401907705741392866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvdusdpqYgI/AAAAAAAAASE/KsAIHThoIpM/s1600-h/Praba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvdusdpqYgI/AAAAAAAAASE/KsAIHThoIpM/s400/Praba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401907988206871042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Pn. Praba will look like (Hopefully) =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-4540641089436053878?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4540641089436053878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/fail-nation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/4540641089436053878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/4540641089436053878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/fail-nation.html' title='FAIL-Nation'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvducBYpO-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/v0AFPZFoIMQ/s72-c/Fail+Birthday+Party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-5239590938526063402</id><published>2009-11-07T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:45:12.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Final Destination'/><title type='text'>Death Threats From Beyond??</title><content type='html'>Ookay: Wake up, BANG!!! Accidentally hit my mini shelf and made my 100 year old alarm clock fall down and whack me in the head. Ouch* Climbing down from my bed (My bed has ladder) Missed a step and my chin smashes onto the bed and I almost fall into my mom's baking shelf which is full of sharp objects (Yes, she keeps her baking stuff in my room) Later that day, goes to the bathroom. Trips on my fat brothers stupid bag and almost slams into the wall. ==" Later, cutting some banana to put into ice cream. Washes knife. Slips on the wet kitchen floor and almost stabs myself. Wth is this?!! I duwan die!!! &gt;.&lt; Going to go play basketball with Weng Hang, Sean, Eric and maybe Daryl later. The things that might happen if this 'death' thingy continues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Car might bang me&lt;br /&gt;B) Basketball whacks me so hard I fall into something sharp&lt;br /&gt;C) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you get it right. It totally sucks to die. Short Post. Chiowz. Hmm.. Got a lot of time. Maybe I'll go to Summit. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvZ2wtOZDLI/AAAAAAAAAR0/2JCE_hQTxZc/s1600-h/2009_final_destination_4_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvZ2wtOZDLI/AAAAAAAAAR0/2JCE_hQTxZc/s400/2009_final_destination_4_003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401635382223244466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not =="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-5239590938526063402?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5239590938526063402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/death-threats-from-beyond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/5239590938526063402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/5239590938526063402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/death-threats-from-beyond.html' title='Death Threats From Beyond??'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvZ2wtOZDLI/AAAAAAAAAR0/2JCE_hQTxZc/s72-c/2009_final_destination_4_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-3940806197022856101</id><published>2009-11-05T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T06:03:24.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIIIINNNNNGGGGG'/><title type='text'>After a long, long time.. It's Phone Talk</title><content type='html'>Ah, updating my blog after so long... Today's story (totally random topic) is going to be about phones. My first phone: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLPSbqRh4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/PZ67U2hhV94/s1600-h/Nokia+3310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLPSbqRh4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/PZ67U2hhV94/s400/Nokia+3310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400606818740307842" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nokia 3310. Got it in 2003. Condition: Sold. At the time, my mother ask me to keep it because my brother wanted to get this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLPkhyOzEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qy88sXrrN_g/s1600-h/Nokia+6800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLPkhyOzEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qy88sXrrN_g/s400/Nokia+6800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400607129621941314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nokia 6800, bought in February 2003. Condition: Partially broken but still working. Plastic is cracked in several places and there is a large crack in the screen. Mother gave it to me after she got a new phone in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second phone: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLQYDeXMtI/AAAAAAAAAQk/wIaAvARFijU/s1600-h/Nokia+5210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLQYDeXMtI/AAAAAAAAAQk/wIaAvARFijU/s400/Nokia+5210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400608014838739666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nokia 5210, didn't own it for long, got it from my aunty who got herself a new phone in.. 2004 I think. My father made a 'deal' with me (He conned me!!! D'x). He said he would give me his camera phone if I gave him both my 5210 and 3310. Me being like 9 at the time agreed. So my father got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLQ_fnBGeI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WZztSV-RCIA/s1600-h/Nokia+6630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLQ_fnBGeI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WZztSV-RCIA/s400/Nokia+6630.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400608692406131170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nokia 6630. Condition: Broken after Ben dropped it or something.. I got it after Ben bought the W850.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLSLkvLStI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VYKutw23EsM/s1600-h/Sony+Ericsson+T610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLSLkvLStI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VYKutw23EsM/s400/Sony+Ericsson+T610.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400609999452588754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sony Ericsson T610. Condition: Broken due to some unknown screen problem in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;But my brother stole it from me when it was working. And he broke it in 2005. After that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLTj71Y9fI/AAAAAAAAARE/xR2ta5y-X34/s1600-h/Nokia+6020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLTj71Y9fI/AAAAAAAAARE/xR2ta5y-X34/s400/Nokia+6020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400611517481154034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nokia 6020. My father got it for my birthday in 2005 I think. Ben stole it from me and then lost it in school. T___T. So all this while I was phoneless until 2007. When I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLUIa9dF_I/AAAAAAAAARM/RvbUkPadnlU/s1600-h/Sony+Ericsson+w850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLUIa9dF_I/AAAAAAAAARM/RvbUkPadnlU/s400/Sony+Ericsson+w850.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400612144311769074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sony Ericsson W850. Condition: Still working with a minor problem with the mouthpiece. I got it when I was in standard six after my brother was unsatisfied with it and wanted to get a new phone. He got the RAZR V8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few years with the w850, I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLUymfvObI/AAAAAAAAARU/CjxV1ay6ZHY/s1600-h/Sony+Ericsson+z770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLUymfvObI/AAAAAAAAARU/CjxV1ay6ZHY/s400/Sony+Ericsson+z770.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400612868962859442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sony Ericsson Z770. Condition: Still working with some software problems. By far the worst phone I've had. Software problem. Everytime I try to connect it with the PC, it jams and makes the whole PC hang. It shuts off after every call or everytime I shut the flip a little too hard. And the plastic is cheap and fragile. It's cracked now on the back after my fat brother sat on it. Oh yeah, the keypad is PINK!!! PINK!!??????????? WHAT THE `efff!!! &gt;.&lt; In a nutshell: This phone is a PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dunno how long ago I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLWm_zkp4I/AAAAAAAAARc/7JodcDtzOSo/s1600-h/Motorola+W209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLWm_zkp4I/AAAAAAAAARc/7JodcDtzOSo/s400/Motorola+W209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400614868621764482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Motorola W209, a basic phone which I love and is currently using at this moment. But the keys are insensitive and you have to really push to get the phone to register a press of the keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father gave me this a few months ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLXLbwA1uI/AAAAAAAAARk/tnrteJSDdk8/s1600-h/China+Made+TV+Phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLXLbwA1uI/AAAAAAAAARk/tnrteJSDdk8/s400/China+Made+TV+Phone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400615494598317794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some unknown China made TV phone. Condition: Everything's working. It belonged to my father's friend who got it in Hong Kong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all the phone's I've owned. I'm planning to sell the phones during the holidays. Too many phones isn't good, I'm hoping to sell all of them and hopefully get a new one. =D If I don't get a new phone for Christmas, I want a puppy. =DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLbFZYqgFI/AAAAAAAAARs/n2rs_gFY2Gw/s1600-h/Dog+Bite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLbFZYqgFI/AAAAAAAAARs/n2rs_gFY2Gw/s400/Dog+Bite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400619788930809938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-3940806197022856101?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3940806197022856101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-long-long-time-its-phone-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/3940806197022856101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/3940806197022856101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-long-long-time-its-phone-talk.html' title='After a long, long time.. It&apos;s Phone Talk'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SvLPSbqRh4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/PZ67U2hhV94/s72-c/Nokia+3310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-3159717529909124134</id><published>2009-11-02T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T05:35:05.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oops'/><title type='text'>Revival!!! *Hallelujah!!</title><content type='html'>Finally updating my blog after an eternity of studying.. ZZZzzz so much time has passed it seems.. It seems like only yesterday I was pulling a cracker at midnight at my cousin's place to welcome to new year.. Haiz.. wasted the whole year.. And I did poorly in the exams.. D'x Cleaned my room yesterday and packed all the buku pinjaman neatly in one box. (Somehow, I didn't lose a single book) and stored all of my revision books in one box (Stacked FULL, got about 60 revision books) Dx Anyways, after that, I realized I had wasted the whole year doing pointless things.. But I don't care. =) There's always the future!! I must keep looking forward!! (no matter how bad my Science marks will be) I've got the whole form 3 planned =D 1) Join the most pro and active clubs, 2) study EVERYDAY!! 3) MUST write the book 4) Leave out all the rest. Simple, easy to remember. =D Owh, yeah, It's my brother's birthday today, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG BRO!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Su7fFRAQWxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/EnxjQihtGN0/s1600-h/Celebration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Su7fFRAQWxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/EnxjQihtGN0/s400/Celebration.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399498284820618002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Su7fkMDaryI/AAAAAAAAAQM/7W9FmVwN1tQ/s1600-h/Blueberry+Cheesecake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Su7fkMDaryI/AAAAAAAAAQM/7W9FmVwN1tQ/s400/Blueberry+Cheesecake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399498816067645218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake: Blueberry Cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D Have to go do something now, bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-3159717529909124134?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3159717529909124134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/revival-hallelujah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/3159717529909124134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/3159717529909124134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/revival-hallelujah.html' title='Revival!!! *Hallelujah!!'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Su7fFRAQWxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/EnxjQihtGN0/s72-c/Celebration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-5491264933215938665</id><published>2009-10-22T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T06:26:13.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dunst Dunst Dunst'/><title type='text'>All About Music</title><content type='html'>To all music addicts, using only song titles from ONE ARTIST (I suck in music too much.. -O-), cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to some people you like and include me [Omg.. Dun tag me, need to study..]. Try not to repeat a song title.&lt;br /&gt;Pick your artist&lt;br /&gt;: Anyone and Everyone??&lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself&lt;br /&gt;: Numb (Crashed the bike 2 days ago)&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about yourself&lt;br /&gt;: Happy Together&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite form of transportation&lt;br /&gt;: Highway To Hell&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite colour is&lt;br /&gt;: Blue (Eiffel 65)&lt;br /&gt;Favourite time of day&lt;br /&gt;: Into Yesterday (Sugar Ray)(Surf's Up Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;If your life were a TV show, what would it be called&lt;br /&gt;: La La Land&lt;br /&gt;What's life to you&lt;br /&gt;: Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;What is the best advice you have to give&lt;br /&gt;: Live and Let Die&lt;br /&gt;If you could change your name, what would it be&lt;br /&gt;: Jack The Pumpkin King (The Nightmare Before Christmas Soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite food is&lt;br /&gt;: My Lips Like Sugar (Ice-Cream!!! =D)&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day&lt;br /&gt;: Shadow of the Day&lt;br /&gt;How would you like to die&lt;br /&gt;: Shattered (SOOO Violent!! xD) Artist - OAR&lt;br /&gt;Your soul's present condition&lt;br /&gt;: Poker Face (??)&lt;br /&gt;The faults you can bear&lt;br /&gt;: Untitled??&lt;br /&gt;Your motto&lt;br /&gt;: Live and Let Die&lt;br /&gt;I tag : ANYONE AND EVERYONE!! =D!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-5491264933215938665?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5491264933215938665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-about-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/5491264933215938665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/5491264933215938665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-about-music.html' title='All About Music'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-8909068629484690878</id><published>2009-10-18T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:46:53.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kesedihan*'/><title type='text'>Titanic Violin*</title><content type='html'>Have to let my blog die until the exams finish. ='( Only can come online like one hour a day. So sedih.. Pulls the plug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StvDlvy7SdI/AAAAAAAAAPs/odCdftpLLNQ/s1600-h/Flatline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StvDlvy7SdI/AAAAAAAAAPs/odCdftpLLNQ/s400/Flatline.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394120031958944210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StvD7h43L9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/29DpZ6AUa4k/s1600-h/Broken+Hart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StvD7h43L9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/29DpZ6AUa4k/s400/Broken+Hart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394120406182866898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StvE6o8ThpI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zkx2CPHzakA/s1600-h/Titanic+Sinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StvE6o8ThpI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zkx2CPHzakA/s400/Titanic+Sinking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394121490408113810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plurk gonna die oso =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-8909068629484690878?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8909068629484690878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/titanic-violin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/8909068629484690878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/8909068629484690878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/titanic-violin.html' title='Titanic Violin*'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StvDlvy7SdI/AAAAAAAAAPs/odCdftpLLNQ/s72-c/Flatline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-4397286907335678470</id><published>2009-10-11T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:36:23.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Left 4 Maths'/><title type='text'>///CAUTION!!/// Nation-wide Pandemic!!</title><content type='html'>AARGH!! IT'S THE EXAMS!! @.@ (O.o I already HAD a nervous breakdown two days ago..) Catchy News Tune* Professional voice* - This just in, according the the Malaysian Health Board, we have a killer on the loose. We do not have much info on this deadly virus yet, but these is what we are certain, the symptoms of this virus include:&lt;br /&gt;a) Increased amounts of studying.&lt;br /&gt;b) Greenish skin from staying indoors too long.&lt;br /&gt;c) Hyperactivity from consumption of large amounts of coffee, particularly from Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;d) Lazy and/or bloodshot eyes&lt;br /&gt;e) Not being online for long periods&lt;br /&gt;f) Refusing to eat and shutting one's self in his/her room.&lt;br /&gt;g) Nagging parents&lt;br /&gt;h) Increased drooling(???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If YOU have/show any of these symptoms, here is what you must do to avoid spreading this virus:&lt;br /&gt;a) Throw yourself out of the windows at once.&lt;br /&gt;b) Smash your head into your computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;c) Burn ALL school related reading material.&lt;br /&gt;d) Buy a new computer screen and go on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;e) Sing 'Mary Had A Little Lamb' 100 times&lt;br /&gt;f) Scream hysterically at the wall should all of these steps fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures to help YOU better identify the 'infected'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StH6Je8FiEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_7TF-qB1zFg/s1600-h/Zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StH6Je8FiEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_7TF-qB1zFg/s400/Zombie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391365269770045506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StH6QrrnmDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/gHbY2W2eNZ4/s1600-h/Screaming+Zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StH6QrrnmDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/gHbY2W2eNZ4/s400/Screaming+Zombie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391365393449719858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope it is not too late to help curb this virus. Thank you for reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short = EXAMS SUCK!! The only way exams DON'T suck is if we do them on laptops!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StH7AhaJX3I/AAAAAAAAAPk/tTnNBqFA6PI/s1600-h/Dell+Laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StH7AhaJX3I/AAAAAAAAAPk/tTnNBqFA6PI/s400/Dell+Laptop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391366215325802354" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8204101311034770522-4397286907335678470?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4397286907335678470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/caution-nation-wide-pandemic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/4397286907335678470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/4397286907335678470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/caution-nation-wide-pandemic.html' title='///CAUTION!!/// Nation-wide Pandemic!!'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StH6Je8FiEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_7TF-qB1zFg/s72-c/Zombie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-8787495934375624765</id><published>2009-10-11T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T07:32:26.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook Team HELP ME'/><title type='text'>Wheeee!!! Sh*t!! Car!! *Screech!! *Honk!! Kids these days!!! xD xD xD</title><content type='html'>Woots!! Cycled to Sunway with Weng Hang today!! xD Almost kena langgar on the way. Got 'chased' by a huge yellow dog on the way. =X I think it just wanted to smell us. o.O Didn't buy anything there except Coke and Pepsi. Visited a lot of stores; Converse, some cool electronics store, Sony Ericsson, the Yamaha promotion thingy on the ground store, etc. Went there for a short while oni. Cycled home after that, got lost a bit. Went to the padang to play with Jared, Diiva, Diina, Cheezeburger, Rohen and some others. Oh, yeah, visited Dom. Diiva and Rohen showed me his house, but Dom had to go out with his family. After that, cycled home. Parent freaked out after I told them where I went (Erm, I sort or 'forgot' to tell them.. =X)Conversation: Mother: Where did you go today? Me: Sunway. Mother: HUH!!?? Me: Sunway Pyramid. Mother: Why you never tell us? What if something bad happen and you get hurt?? How we going to reach you??? bla..bla..bla.. Finishing - You don't go there next time ar??!! But I WILL go there next time. =P I'd go everyday if I knew the place was THAT close. (6km away) You can't keep me here in this house!! FREEDOM MAN!! FREEDOM!! MERDEKA!! Just remembered, Facebook STILL not working ==" Over a week adi.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StHrvvrjaCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/EsGrxYVBplM/s1600-h/Jumping+For+Joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StHrvvrjaCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/EsGrxYVBplM/s400/Jumping+For+Joy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391349434424715298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StHr_V_fwJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/2W6qykwHW28/s1600-h/Sunway+Pyramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StHr_V_fwJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/2W6qykwHW28/s400/Sunway+Pyramid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391349702406946962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StHsXQsIwKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NQYO55fJMEw/s1600-h/Print+Screen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StHsXQsIwKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NQYO55fJMEw/s400/Print+Screen.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391350113300431010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-8787495934375624765?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8787495934375624765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/wheeee-sht-car-screech-honk-kids-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/8787495934375624765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/8787495934375624765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/wheeee-sht-car-screech-honk-kids-these.html' title='Wheeee!!! Sh*t!! Car!! *Screech!! *Honk!! Kids these days!!! xD xD xD'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/StHrvvrjaCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/EsGrxYVBplM/s72-c/Jumping+For+Joy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-1140185644148946622</id><published>2009-10-09T06:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T06:54:34.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dum Dum DUM Dumm Dum Dum DUM Dumm Dummm Dumn Dumn Dumn Dummmm Dummmmm'/><title type='text'>I Wan!! I Wan!! I Wan!!! Gimmie!! ^^</title><content type='html'>The latest thing on my wish list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss8_4nvd9PI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0KiTzuXSAos/s1600-h/Nokia+3720+Classic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss8_4nvd9PI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0KiTzuXSAos/s400/Nokia+3720+Classic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390597520959075570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice?? It's water resistant, dust resistant and shock proof. Cool eh?? But the bad thing is, I can't 'accidentally' break it if I want something better (Not that I'll do anything like that). xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-1140185644148946622?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1140185644148946622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/1140185644148946622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/1140185644148946622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/i.html' title='I Wan!! I Wan!! I Wan!!! Gimmie!! ^^'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss8_4nvd9PI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0KiTzuXSAos/s72-c/Nokia+3720+Classic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-6467689644268756388</id><published>2009-10-09T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T06:18:41.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Converse Rocks'/><title type='text'>Huh?? Really?? OMG!!! =O SH*T SH*T SH*T!!!</title><content type='html'>Omg!! It's exams!! ='( Have to let my blog die like the Titanic for a while again, then resurrect it again. I just CAN'T study!! &gt;.&lt; Everytime I try to pick up my Geo book, I think "Must be strong" then I see my iPod and think "Hmm.. A little music won't hurt, will it??" Then I erm.. 'accidentally' let time past me by. =S OMG!!! panicking* What am I gonna do!!?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss83dGQSrqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Rg5-ZznsDbA/s1600-h/Scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss83dGQSrqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Rg5-ZznsDbA/s400/Scream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390588252020453026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARGH!! I can just imagine someone, anyone, Jared, Jo Ee, Eric, Diiva, Weng Hang, Christine, everyone I know, starving themselves in their rooms, pouring over books, never leaving their rooms. O[]O!!! I better start tomorrow, or maybe today (study until morning)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-6467689644268756388?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6467689644268756388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/huh-really-omg-o-sht-sht-sht.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6467689644268756388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6467689644268756388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/huh-really-omg-o-sht-sht-sht.html' title='Huh?? Really?? OMG!!! =O SH*T SH*T SH*T!!!'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss83dGQSrqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Rg5-ZznsDbA/s72-c/Scream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-7212670413466330679</id><published>2009-10-07T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:27:01.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G02H3LL'/><title type='text'>The Mind, My Home Away From Home</title><content type='html'>The mind, the place I go to when I sleep. My favorite place in the world. Why?? I can do whatever I want there. No stress or pain from undesirable people. My mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss1YTkOl93I/AAAAAAAAANs/pyv5-OscuFA/s1600-h/Empty+City.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss1YTkOl93I/AAAAAAAAANs/pyv5-OscuFA/s400/Empty+City.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390061422197995378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss1Yg73JoGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-7vAQgNlbkc/s1600-h/Empty+Street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss1Yg73JoGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-7vAQgNlbkc/s400/Empty+Street.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390061651880419426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss1ZIfKTFgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rFQAce4HVh0/s1600-h/Subway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss1ZIfKTFgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rFQAce4HVh0/s400/Subway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390062331370870274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss1ZWY1MJ-I/AAAAAAAAAOE/KiINhEP0mDg/s1600-h/Putra+Jaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss1ZWY1MJ-I/AAAAAAAAAOE/KiINhEP0mDg/s400/Putra+Jaya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390062570189891554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss1ZrkSxS2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/I-rflXMwUcQ/s1600-h/Abandoned+Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss1ZrkSxS2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/I-rflXMwUcQ/s400/Abandoned+Car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390062934044003170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing something?? That's right, no people. Not a soul to backstab, cheat, lie, destroy, hurt, break... GOD, I HATE THAT GUY!!! (if you're my friend and you're reading this, I'm not hating on you, I PROMISE) That stupid f***!!! Everytime I come near, he just acts like "GOD!! What are YOU doing here??", I'm SUPPOSED to be there, it's ACT, YOU t***!! And some others that smile but think 'Ieya, the STALKER'S here'. Well I hate you people and wish nothing but the worst for you. You people can't be saved, like the Titanic. I have GIVEN UP trying to be nice to you people. The next time you come up to me and ask for something, I'm just gonna stare at you like 'OMG, It SPEAKS!!' and go "No!!" Then I'll smile as you walk away!! I was going to make this post about the mind, but it's somehow changed topic.. Anyways, to you people who just can't stand those people who aren't you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss1fkSYZuKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/CD1DMOIVq6Y/s1600-h/Texas+Chainsaw+Massacre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss1fkSYZuKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/CD1DMOIVq6Y/s400/Texas+Chainsaw+Massacre.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390069406046468258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss1frsgiwMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WLSLxREPIY/s1600-h/Icoming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss1frsgiwMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WLSLxREPIY/s400/Icoming.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390069533319020738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss1p7qa8l9I/AAAAAAAAAOk/JIyN1lFoTMs/s1600-h/Spannar+Fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss1p7qa8l9I/AAAAAAAAAOk/JIyN1lFoTMs/s400/Spannar+Fail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390080802752862162" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8204101311034770522-7212670413466330679?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7212670413466330679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/mind-my-home-away-from-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7212670413466330679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7212670413466330679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/mind-my-home-away-from-home.html' title='The Mind, My Home Away From Home'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ss1YTkOl93I/AAAAAAAAANs/pyv5-OscuFA/s72-c/Empty+City.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-1548579155433381178</id><published>2009-10-06T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:29:13.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hmph'/><title type='text'>LIES!!!</title><content type='html'>Stupid kindergarten teacher!! You LIED to me!! How could you!!?? You said Santa Claus would come down the chimney and give us presents!! BUT Santa Claus doesn't exist does he!?? And Old McDonald doesn't have a farm with barnyard animals!! He owns a multi-billion dollar fast food industry!! And I doubt Jack and Jill would survive falling down the hill. And Cindarella would probably have to have her foot amputated after taking a step in her glass shoes.. ==" Stupid kindergarten teachers.. ='( Just bring my hopes up to get them smashed to pieces then burnt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ssv8xNinxaI/AAAAAAAAANk/Uy_tRMWIIZ0/s1600-h/Crying+Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ssv8xNinxaI/AAAAAAAAANk/Uy_tRMWIIZ0/s400/Crying+Baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389679301457593762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This post is 100% sarcastic, so don't take any of it seriously..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-1548579155433381178?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1548579155433381178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/1548579155433381178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/1548579155433381178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/lies.html' title='LIES!!!'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ssv8xNinxaI/AAAAAAAAANk/Uy_tRMWIIZ0/s72-c/Crying+Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-3055398942967293313</id><published>2009-10-06T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:12:16.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ptui'/><title type='text'>Time Is A Terrible Thing..</title><content type='html'>AARGH!! I'm OLD!!! Bones starting to crack* Heart disease that runs through my family* (Parents say may need to get pacemaker when I'm older)wrinkles??? O.o swt... AARGH!!! 14 adi!! =O!! So many responsibilities!! I wanna go back to when I was 6 and redo the past so everything won't be so f*cked up like it it now!! But unfortunately, I can't ='( Haiz.. exams in 19 days.. ='( PMR in one year ='(x1000 ='(... Very stress lar life right now.. AARGH!! wails* screams* yawns* bluek* =S @.@ Yawns* SO BORING!! FACEBOOK NOT WORKING!! losing my mind* as9fr80w948037r0fcdsof0ew8t4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =O =D =) =S @.@ &gt;[]&lt; ^^ $.$....... Random..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-3055398942967293313?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3055398942967293313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-is-terrible-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/3055398942967293313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/3055398942967293313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-is-terrible-thing.html' title='Time Is A Terrible Thing..'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-6468391379120742586</id><published>2009-10-05T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T05:28:49.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala'/><title type='text'>Woof!!</title><content type='html'>I just wish I had a dog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SsnlsT2Ka4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/e00cj1hBF4s/s1600-h/Adult+Siberian+Husky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SsnlsT2Ka4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/e00cj1hBF4s/s400/Adult+Siberian+Husky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389090978529962882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ssnl5aNMRyI/AAAAAAAAANE/DJgWHyDakCQ/s1600-h/Husky+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ssnl5aNMRyI/AAAAAAAAANE/DJgWHyDakCQ/s400/Husky+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389091203575465762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SsnmCW4nbiI/AAAAAAAAANM/MeZ9NrV5-rE/s1600-h/Husky+Pups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SsnmCW4nbiI/AAAAAAAAANM/MeZ9NrV5-rE/s400/Husky+Pups.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389091357302681122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SsnmLYCg73I/AAAAAAAAANU/EDM-Inv7G84/s1600-h/Siberian+Husky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SsnmLYCg73I/AAAAAAAAANU/EDM-Inv7G84/s400/Siberian+Husky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389091512231456626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SsnmTeqQ6xI/AAAAAAAAANc/B2sF0ZmLfdQ/s1600-h/Smiling+Siberian+Husky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SsnmTeqQ6xI/AAAAAAAAANc/B2sF0ZmLfdQ/s400/Smiling+Siberian+Husky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389091651447745298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bored here.. @.@ And this IS a dog, not a wolf..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-6468391379120742586?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6468391379120742586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/woof.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6468391379120742586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6468391379120742586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/woof.html' title='Woof!!'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SsnlsT2Ka4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/e00cj1hBF4s/s72-c/Adult+Siberian+Husky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-4899795555300933152</id><published>2009-10-05T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T05:19:12.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool huh? =D'/><title type='text'>I Wanna..</title><content type='html'>.. PLAY THIS GAME!!! ^^ @.@ But dun have XBox.. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-51dca9d24f86f592" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D51dca9d24f86f592%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331497054%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FE502264A5DE2CA405DF63B76B9340360B70176.26EF69287ABB870ACA2AADE08DC79BD394A79D1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D51dca9d24f86f592%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRYrjVK4MzaipczZiM6SCjeXZxD8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D51dca9d24f86f592%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331497054%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FE502264A5DE2CA405DF63B76B9340360B70176.26EF69287ABB870ACA2AADE08DC79BD394A79D1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D51dca9d24f86f592%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRYrjVK4MzaipczZiM6SCjeXZxD8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-4899795555300933152?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4899795555300933152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/4899795555300933152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/4899795555300933152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wanna.html' title='I Wanna..'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-6926033655694075028</id><published>2009-10-04T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:31:43.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bluek'/><title type='text'>Huh?? So Fast??</title><content type='html'>It's Lantern aka. Mooncake aka. Mid-Autumn Festival!! And sadly, I don't intend ot celebrate.. ='( Parents say I'm too old for this kinda thing.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SslnMoQGiyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/GMxCqdzvvGU/s1600-h/Lantern+Festival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SslnMoQGiyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/GMxCqdzvvGU/s400/Lantern+Festival.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388951895786556194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOh.. AAhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SslnZZyqmXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hRaq5zIG7Pc/s1600-h/Panda+Lantern.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SslnZZyqmXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hRaq5zIG7Pc/s400/Panda+Lantern.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388952115243293042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda lantern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SslnlKmCwNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/EEaIrcpdecA/s1600-h/Paper+Lantern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SslnlKmCwNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/EEaIrcpdecA/s400/Paper+Lantern.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388952317322248402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap lanterns!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my parents never let me play with lanterns alone when I was young because they were afraid this might happen:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SsloZQn6_1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/xOt-40o9B8s/s1600-h/Burning+House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SsloZQn6_1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/xOt-40o9B8s/s400/Burning+House.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388953212293939026" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8204101311034770522-6926033655694075028?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6926033655694075028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/huh-so-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6926033655694075028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6926033655694075028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/huh-so-fast.html' title='Huh?? So Fast??'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SslnMoQGiyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/GMxCqdzvvGU/s72-c/Lantern+Festival.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-7996898754314465265</id><published>2009-10-04T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T06:16:02.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carbonara'/><title type='text'>WOOTS!!</title><content type='html'>Made spaghetti all on my own!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SsifuuigxXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gr0vdodUZ1k/s1600-h/DSC01193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SsifuuigxXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gr0vdodUZ1k/s400/DSC01193.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388732579264382322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice?? It tasted great and dare I say it, exactly like my mother's spaghetti!! Still can't go into Facebook ==" Whatever lar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-7996898754314465265?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7996898754314465265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/woots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7996898754314465265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7996898754314465265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/woots.html' title='WOOTS!!'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SsifuuigxXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gr0vdodUZ1k/s72-c/DSC01193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-6709691834894253719</id><published>2009-10-03T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:07:18.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Violence'/><title type='text'>Viva la Vida or Death and All His Friends</title><content type='html'>The Final Destination + Final Destination!!!! Downloading!! ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SsgsrSjndHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9J5kOCVS5HU/s1600-h/Final+Destination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SsgsrSjndHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9J5kOCVS5HU/s400/Final+Destination.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388606076376020082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plane crash, quite cool story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ssgs3NDfnzI/AAAAAAAAAME/yqOEsqJCfUs/s1600-h/The+Final+Destination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Ssgs3NDfnzI/AAAAAAAAAME/yqOEsqJCfUs/s400/The+Final+Destination.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388606281057541938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better, but couldn't get it in high quality.. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more hours to go. Can't go on Facebook because they are doing some site maintenance..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-6709691834894253719?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6709691834894253719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/viva-la-vida-or-death-and-all-his.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6709691834894253719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6709691834894253719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/viva-la-vida-or-death-and-all-his.html' title='Viva la Vida or Death and All His Friends'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SsgsrSjndHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9J5kOCVS5HU/s72-c/Final+Destination.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-3524036997461522418</id><published>2009-10-02T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:01:31.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poker Face'/><title type='text'>Here's The Deal..</title><content type='html'>Okay, the reason I've been unable to blog about anything or update my Plurk is because my fat brother (I think you know who that is) crashed the computer because he play WOW (World of Warcraft = super lame, waste of memory) And the guy at the computer shop said that the whole C Drive crashed, LOST EVERYTHING!! &gt;.&lt; Songs, Pictures, Videos, Games = GONE!!! When I found out, I wanted to KILL him!! I literally wanted to throw a chair at him!! But I didn't T___T Anyways, starting all over again.. downloading new songs.. I don't know if my computer will get a virus if I plug my phone in it, but here goes.. *finds the USB cable and after a few minutes.. @#$&amp;!! The phone made the computer jam!! &gt;.&lt; Haiz.. *uses the other phone.. Mehs* damn lazy to do anything..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-3524036997461522418?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3524036997461522418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/heres-deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/3524036997461522418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/3524036997461522418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/heres-deal.html' title='Here&apos;s The Deal..'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-4511395829982568065</id><published>2009-10-02T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:12:54.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUHAHAHAHA AARGH ==&quot; Cheh'/><title type='text'>October Updates</title><content type='html'>Parents going on holiday in Viet Nam, so me and my brothers all alone here at home, I dunno whether that's good or not, but that can only mean that I have even more free time on my hands. I'm planning to go fishing with Eric and Diiva (San's not coming because he says fishing is dead boring) Don't have any details yet or confirmation that we're even going... Typing on my old six year old keyboard!! &gt;.&lt; AARGH!! The space key is broken!! =="  (Cleaning my other one) Whatever lar, not going to be online too long. Parents think that I'm asleep now. Well, that's all for now. Will be posting some updates as soon as I've solved the virus problem in my phone. Until then, you people just have to wait (SORRRYYYY!!! &gt;.&lt;) Will be writing about that time I washed (I mean literally) my new house. (Father asked us to help him 'flood' the downstairs floor) Titanic!!! xD "Help, Jack! The water's rising too fast!!", "AArgh!! Clorox!!!", (Lame..) Have to go now, father just came out of his room and asked me to shut off the computer and go to bed.. T___T But luckily, I don't have any Ko-Ko tomorrow ^^ So MAYBE I'll have time to update my blog!! Have to go, now.. b ARRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! OOps.. Sorry, just saw two lizards fighting (making some creepy noise that sounds like evil laughing) ==" ... (All alone here in the middle of the living room)(That's where my computer is, of all places) Well, I have to go now, mother might come out nagging at any moment, bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-4511395829982568065?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4511395829982568065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/4511395829982568065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/4511395829982568065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-updates.html' title='October Updates'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-4033893588374135019</id><published>2009-09-25T04:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:02:23.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I&apos;ve Done'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What About Now'/><title type='text'>!!Attention All Humans!!: Our Future Is At Stake!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, global warming. Never really thought about that? Well, in a nutshell, global warming is bad, really bad. The science people predict that if the world warms up another 5 Degrees, it might snow in Malaysia (As tempting as snow here is, please don't go burning more paper) And unpredictable weather patterns, hot in the morning, cool in the afternoon, freezing cold at night. I was in my father's car daydreaming because nobody talks in there (Grade 5 Anti-Social family) Then I remembered how fresh the air felt when I was 5, sunny days, clear blue skies, until I remembered I almost got run over by a green Proton.. T__T &gt;.&lt; Well anyways, I looked out of the window, gray clouds, dirt in the air we breathe, less trees, garbage everywhere I look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry35qXaOWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WMcr1Izzhks/s1600-h/Penang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry35qXaOWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WMcr1Izzhks/s400/Penang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385381455681173858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Familiar? No? Well, it's Penang you're looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry4RIT4aZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oHsw2FWD3Zk/s1600-h/Garbage+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry4RIT4aZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oHsw2FWD3Zk/s400/Garbage+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385381858856429970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our habit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry4fmKoMaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vj_LztpNhF0/s1600-h/E+Waste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry4fmKoMaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vj_LztpNhF0/s400/E+Waste.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385382107388850594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens to your computers and digital media when they reach the end of their lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me tell you a story about global warming, we throw away lots of things everyday because of the rule that nothing can last forever. And because of our habit, in the future, maybe tomorrow, maybe a hundred years from now, but it is certain, this might happen: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry5bndhO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Tq8DdKvX9qA/s1600-h/The+Day+After+Tomorrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry5bndhO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Tq8DdKvX9qA/s400/The+Day+After+Tomorrow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385383138528672578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floods, look familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry5m3up3lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ms5vcVFW_mQ/s1600-h/New+York+Underwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry5m3up3lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ms5vcVFW_mQ/s400/New+York+Underwater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385383331874070098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry5xlbghXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WaFpQJHtzFY/s1600-h/Penguin+Global+Warming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry5xlbghXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WaFpQJHtzFY/s400/Penguin+Global+Warming.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385383515940488562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry5-3osTYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oC31QLNh3qU/s1600-h/The+Day+After+Tomorrow+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry5-3osTYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oC31QLNh3qU/s400/The+Day+After+Tomorrow+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385383744165924226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global warming, turns the weather around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry_RPFRi4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/m9nLadLV_Ls/s1600-h/Rubbish+on+Beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry_RPFRi4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/m9nLadLV_Ls/s400/Rubbish+on+Beach.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385389557255605122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A common sight at the beaches..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry6dMjEn8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/yY2lNzStszk/s1600-h/Tsunami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry6dMjEn8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/yY2lNzStszk/s400/Tsunami.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385384265175572418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice breaking off at the Artics could result in Tsunamis  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And continuing with our story, the nations of the world will argue, oh yes, they'll fight and wage war after we've used up all of our natural resources. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry7KKitO9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/ebg7NQdFuQw/s1600-h/Modern+Warfare+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry7KKitO9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/ebg7NQdFuQw/s400/Modern+Warfare+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385385037731281874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambition?? Teacher?? Lawyer?? Guess again, Soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing, after all the fighting.. killing.. destroying.. We might end up destroying ourselves completely.. Earth: Population Zero..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry7kVWJQmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Trb0POUeQMk/s1600-h/Desert+City.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry7kVWJQmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Trb0POUeQMk/s400/Desert+City.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385385487307981410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry77Aw2QAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/QckSQRcrFM8/s1600-h/Aftermath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry77Aw2QAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/QckSQRcrFM8/s400/Aftermath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385385876919828482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story?? Stop throwing, recycle more. Don't throw away your old Geo notes, recycle! Save the planet for our children and our grandchildren and their children. Small changes make big differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry9CiAJPyI/AAAAAAAAALE/8bVXJwbgHas/s1600-h/Four+Leaf+Clover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry9CiAJPyI/AAAAAAAAALE/8bVXJwbgHas/s400/Four+Leaf+Clover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385387105613070114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry9LuhCE3I/AAAAAAAAALM/3kzvw_1SJU8/s1600-h/Green+Recycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 349px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry9LuhCE3I/AAAAAAAAALM/3kzvw_1SJU8/s400/Green+Recycle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385387263591060338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Green!! (but dun be veg @.@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry9bKSj0WI/AAAAAAAAALU/szsQOq_yNrw/s1600-h/Leaf%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry9bKSj0WI/AAAAAAAAALU/szsQOq_yNrw/s400/Leaf%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385387528744587618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry9pl2ugEI/AAAAAAAAALc/vJM9pviM5So/s1600-h/DSC01016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry9pl2ugEI/AAAAAAAAALc/vJM9pviM5So/s400/DSC01016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385387776662208578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make these a distant memory..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry9-qaITqI/AAAAAAAAALk/pZOMISn9AbY/s1600-h/DSC02949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry9-qaITqI/AAAAAAAAALk/pZOMISn9AbY/s400/DSC02949.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385388138661695138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry-JIWUoRI/AAAAAAAAALs/BdDRmqZLv5I/s1600-h/Jumping+For+Joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry-JIWUoRI/AAAAAAAAALs/BdDRmqZLv5I/s400/Jumping+For+Joy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385388318497480978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help save the planet!! =D Thank you for reading, for more info about global warming, click on the iGreenify link below. Signing out =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-4033893588374135019?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4033893588374135019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/attention-all-humans-our-future-is-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/4033893588374135019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/4033893588374135019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/attention-all-humans-our-future-is-at.html' title='!!Attention All Humans!!: Our Future Is At Stake!!'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sry35qXaOWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WMcr1Izzhks/s72-c/Penang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-6802634034130181743</id><published>2009-09-22T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T19:49:09.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lalalalalalalalalalala'/><title type='text'>Finally a TOPIC!!! YEA!!</title><content type='html'>I finally have something to blog about!! Yeah!! applause* cheers* whistles* Today's topic is 'THE MOST FAIL THINGS I CAN FIND' and as the title suggests, I will post some of the weirdest pictures and videos here, so here goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of THE most ugliest paintings I have seen, Le Mona Lisa du Obese'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrmHSL2P_1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/ubLm5F6QYwI/s1600-h/Fat+Mona+Lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrmHSL2P_1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/ubLm5F6QYwI/s400/Fat+Mona+Lisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384483575985864530" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly huh? Jo Ee inspired me!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darth Vader Poker Face!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrmJmxkLqxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dEqUjWGI2LY/s1600-h/Vader+Poker+Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrmJmxkLqxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dEqUjWGI2LY/s400/Vader+Poker+Face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384486128731269906" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lameness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona Lisa Poker Face!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrmJ_175wSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_qz3rPFtVEI/s1600-h/Mona+Lisa+Poker+Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrmJ_175wSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_qz3rPFtVEI/s400/Mona+Lisa+Poker+Face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384486559401230626" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail Doll Video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-af8672d8a50f20e3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daf8672d8a50f20e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331497054%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F87B6AAAD8E64D3B1D4080092FB856288E93B0D.1B724CD52B7CA881399A3493C7C6E0E6F373D98C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daf8672d8a50f20e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DioWucGgqjaDXaDyJAmxsSLcNvh4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daf8672d8a50f20e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331497054%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F87B6AAAD8E64D3B1D4080092FB856288E93B0D.1B724CD52B7CA881399A3493C7C6E0E6F373D98C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daf8672d8a50f20e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DioWucGgqjaDXaDyJAmxsSLcNvh4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, got lazy again @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-6802634034130181743?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6802634034130181743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-topic-yea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6802634034130181743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/6802634034130181743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-topic-yea.html' title='Finally a TOPIC!!! YEA!!'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrmHSL2P_1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/ubLm5F6QYwI/s72-c/Fat+Mona+Lisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-2970561556954104139</id><published>2009-09-22T04:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T04:59:15.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@_@</title><content type='html'>Aiyooo.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sri7UMl6xZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZdA1Ux7DpPU/s1600-h/Simpsons+Scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sri7UMl6xZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZdA1Ux7DpPU/s400/Simpsons+Scream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384259310173472146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored la... nothing to do @_@!! Nobody's online... no new updates on Facebook.. *screams dramatically inside!! ....... No new updates @_@ 8O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-2970561556954104139?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2970561556954104139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2970561556954104139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2970561556954104139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='@_@'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sri7UMl6xZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZdA1Ux7DpPU/s72-c/Simpsons+Scream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-8098012796500112107</id><published>2009-09-19T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T07:57:40.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chiowz'/><title type='text'>New Theme!!!</title><content type='html'>Lookie!!! New theme!!! Apocalypse (of all things) inspired* Anyways, here are the updates so far, stuck at home, listening to music so loud my ear has now started to hurt (high pitch ringing sounds), bored as usual, etc.. etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do plan to study during the holidays (WTF???). It's for the best, I wanna beat Daryl, maybe even... dramatic sounds* MING YI!!! DUM DUM DUMMM!!! Ming Yi = The smartest, most law abiding, intelligent person I've met in my WHOLE LIFE. A round of applause for her!! woots* cheers* whistles* Seriously, if you know her, you'd be ashamed of how you've been acting all this while. I think she has more intelligence and common sense than all the teachers combined (except Pn. Heng, who I find the most understanding person I've met) And I THINK Daryl kinda.. loves her a bit. For instance, they both are into Japanese anime and stuff like that. They are both SMART!! They even have the same facial expression (that's what I think, I dunno..) But Daryl sucks because he's just plain annoying. Maybe that's why she doesn't like him.. I dunno la.. Maybe I'll ask her one day.. Anyway, enough about this love story, Updates on the exam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem, ookay.. Here are the marks so far:&lt;br /&gt;Maths: 76 (My 'friends' were disturbing me so much, I couldn't study)&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah: 78 or something.. (Quite okay lar, MUST improve for finals)&lt;br /&gt;Seni: 90!!! (Highest in class!!!^^ (Not that I'm bragging)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really nervous about the rest, hopefully, I didn't suck that bad in this exam =) (Hardly did any studying) Anyways (rapid topic skipping) DAYDREAMING: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff I only dream about :D = &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nokia Morph, can mold it into anything I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrTdcgB3opI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1K0UOZgszCo/s1600-h/Nokia+Morph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrTdcgB3opI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1K0UOZgszCo/s400/Nokia+Morph.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383170936318435986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alienware Laptop!! Out of this world (Like Lady Gaga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrTd-r_sOVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zbF-QcwIjU8/s1600-h/Alienware+Laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrTd-r_sOVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zbF-QcwIjU8/s400/Alienware+Laptop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383171523646077266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CECT W100 Watch Phone, to smuggle into school =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrTeRMx8RcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qcPOfI1V4Jo/s1600-h/CECT+W100+Watch+Phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 383px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrTeRMx8RcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qcPOfI1V4Jo/s400/CECT+W100+Watch+Phone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383171841684424130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Converse Sneakers!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrTegzKrE6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/QzN7uxbSmsk/s1600-h/Converse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrTegzKrE6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/QzN7uxbSmsk/s400/Converse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383172109686739874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futuristic looking laptop =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrTesHDJqgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/tb2taZrY03o/s1600-h/Fujitsu+Laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrTesHDJqgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/tb2taZrY03o/s400/Fujitsu+Laptop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383172304002460162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for today, I have to get to something right now.. so bye =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-8098012796500112107?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8098012796500112107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-theme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/8098012796500112107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/8098012796500112107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-theme.html' title='New Theme!!!'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrTdcgB3opI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1K0UOZgszCo/s72-c/Nokia+Morph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-2031549380058278154</id><published>2009-09-17T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T05:36:51.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avira'/><title type='text'>Problem with my computer</title><content type='html'>Hello there, EXAMS OVER!! YEAH!!! celebration*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrIq43zXr3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/tr5eXrUfntk/s1600-h/Ceclbration+Fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrIq43zXr3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/tr5eXrUfntk/s400/Ceclbration+Fireworks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382411661201616754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHHHHOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrIrYwsANyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9sjz251l650/s1600-h/Jumping+For+Joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrIrYwsANyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9sjz251l650/s400/Jumping+For+Joy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382412209047484194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrIsiQ_j6OI/AAAAAAAAAH0/m18V4-10QPA/s1600-h/defeat+the+exam.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrIsiQ_j6OI/AAAAAAAAAH0/m18V4-10QPA/s400/defeat+the+exam.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382413471849900258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason I'm writing this is because of some virus in my computer, I have lost some of the stuff in my blog like links, recent updates, and maybe a few pictures. So if your link isn't down there, PLEASE type it out in the cbox and I'll link you asap!! okay?? =D I have to do some things before the day ends, so this post ends here for now. Please be patient k?? New posts coming tomorrow!! =) Bye for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-2031549380058278154?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2031549380058278154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/problem-with-my-computer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2031549380058278154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2031549380058278154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/problem-with-my-computer.html' title='Problem with my computer'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SrIq43zXr3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/tr5eXrUfntk/s72-c/Ceclbration+Fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-3535527604109208418</id><published>2009-09-12T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T07:20:18.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complete GaGaness'/><title type='text'>APOCALYPSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SqupLZyXkcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/JUsfEe0WUSM/s1600-h/Boom!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SqupLZyXkcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/JUsfEe0WUSM/s400/Boom!!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380580193189990850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?????!!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SqupVleMZrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pjGOaR4cZXw/s1600-h/Broken+Glass!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SqupVleMZrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pjGOaR4cZXw/s400/Broken+Glass!!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380580368125290162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart shatters*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAARRRRGGHHH!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SqupkL-I2iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Tvl4gUzTVU4/s1600-h/Nissan+Primera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SqupkL-I2iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Tvl4gUzTVU4/s400/Nissan+Primera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380580618977991202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Squp5FvLAvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6TVxo3YaDTM/s1600-h/Depression.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Squp5FvLAvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6TVxo3YaDTM/s400/Depression.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380580978081858290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STREEEESSSS!!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SquqKc2qz0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/8oHoO4rUD2M/s1600-h/Scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SquqKc2qz0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/8oHoO4rUD2M/s400/Scream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380581276345093954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duuuu Duu Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SquqXN_snQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FGKkRPT22Ys/s1600-h/Flatline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SquqXN_snQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FGKkRPT22Ys/s400/Flatline.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380581495694728450" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know what this post is about ( though all those pictures probably tell you the obvious answer) This post is about THE TEST!!! Dum Dum Dummmm dramatic sounds* Wasting time lar exams.. T___T The whole education system of this country is a mess!! It's not that I'm complaining that the work is too hard and all, we're taking BABY STEPS!!! &gt;.&lt; While students our age on other parts of the world are studying physics and chemistry, we're stuck with Pn. Chan and her totally obscene 'Maths Dance' (Obscene meaning not suitable for minors because they just can't take it) And while students get to play with their phones during class and use their laptops during recess, we get scolded by teachers EVERYDAY!! And I mean EVERYDAY!! School life in Malaysia is just STRESSful... And after everything, we're still not up to Asian standards, ==* And to the Malaysian Minister of Education, YOU @!#$!!! YOU WASTED EVERYBODY'S TIME!!! Say NO to exams, say NO pollution (Irony: KH, learning gardening, but teacher ask us to photocopy 20 pages to paste in note books) Ish.. whatever lar.. there's nothing I can do, just study hard people, and good luck for exams!! =D Just an idea of how stressful exams are... ==!!! Can't upload any more pictures!!! ==, I think I've reached the maximum character limit, I'll just post them above this post =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-3535527604109208418?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3535527604109208418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/nooooooooooooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/3535527604109208418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/3535527604109208418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/nooooooooooooooo.html' title='APOCALYPSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SqupLZyXkcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/JUsfEe0WUSM/s72-c/Boom!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-7342395624641401402</id><published>2009-09-11T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:57:44.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Total and complete banananess'/><title type='text'>Replacement??? ; )</title><content type='html'>Thinking about getting a replacement for my sucky phone, here are a few phones that I just dream about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sony Ericsson Greenhart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sqpxb1qjKMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DxdJDvJB-3Y/s1600-h/Greenhart!!+%3DD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sqpxb1qjKMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DxdJDvJB-3Y/s400/Greenhart!!+%3DD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380237427923429570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Motorola ROKR ZN50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sqpx6SuM-8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/mCGODL70sJw/s1600-h/Motorola+ROKR+ZN50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sqpx6SuM-8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/mCGODL70sJw/s400/Motorola+ROKR+ZN50.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380237951119457218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiny!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nokia X6!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SqpyWP-LAcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4MV8WJFH9sw/s1600-h/Nokia+X6!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SqpyWP-LAcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4MV8WJFH9sw/s400/Nokia+X6!!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380238431417467330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Future Today!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sony Ericsson W995!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sqpyl-_Jx4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/8-wQbeKurKc/s1600-h/W995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sqpyl-_Jx4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/8-wQbeKurKc/s400/W995.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380238701736085378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allinonenevergetmeboredfunpacked phone!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my current phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SqpzEKY9XNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/H88tsw84DOM/s1600-h/Smashed+Phone+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SqpzEKY9XNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/H88tsw84DOM/s400/Smashed+Phone+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380239220193189074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an idea of how annoying it is!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I MAY (ginormous MAY) get a replacement.. It's late, so bai bai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-7342395624641401402?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7342395624641401402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/replacement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7342395624641401402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7342395624641401402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/replacement.html' title='Replacement??? ; )'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sqpxb1qjKMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DxdJDvJB-3Y/s72-c/Greenhart!!+%3DD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-7113104384848894771</id><published>2009-09-11T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:48:09.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Total lala-ness'/><title type='text'>GRrrrrrr!!!! &gt;.&lt; How could you do this to me???!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sqpw85waY5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/iNyonI9Z9SY/s1600-h/Z770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sqpw85waY5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/iNyonI9Z9SY/s400/Z770.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380236896445817746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You backstabber!!! After all I've done to get to you, you choose to make me feel frustrated, angry, disappointed and depressed!!! Stupid phone!! (What did you think I was talking about??) Yeah, I hate my phone, it SUCKS!! I can't send any pictures to my computer because it'll just make my computer hang.. T___T And they aren't any accessories for it.. And because of that the front's all scratched!! Here it it: The &lt;br /&gt;Sony Ericsson Z770i Just can't stand it!!! &gt;.&lt; Feel like smashing it to bits all the time!! My old phone was WAY better!! (W850i)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-7113104384848894771?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7113104384848894771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/grrrrrrr-how-could-you-do-this-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7113104384848894771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7113104384848894771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/grrrrrrr-how-could-you-do-this-to-me.html' title='GRrrrrrr!!!! &gt;.&lt; How could you do this to me???!!'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sqpw85waY5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/iNyonI9Z9SY/s72-c/Z770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-2760237607319334908</id><published>2009-09-11T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:13:24.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foxtrot'/><title type='text'>100 Truths!! Tagged By Jared!!! Yay!! x)</title><content type='html'>001. Real Name: Brandon Choo Wee Kheong&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s): Dunno any???&lt;br /&gt;003. Age: 14&lt;br /&gt;004. Horoscope: Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;005. Gender: Male&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary: Secondary&lt;br /&gt;007. Primary school: SK Seafield&lt;br /&gt;008. Secondary school: SMK Seafield.&lt;br /&gt;009. College: not yet?&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair colour: Black&lt;br /&gt;011. Hair length: Short&lt;br /&gt;012. Loud or Quiet: Mostly quiet, loud at times&lt;br /&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans: Jeans&lt;br /&gt;014: Phone or camera: Both, I'm greedy!! =)&lt;br /&gt;015. Health Freak: I DON'T really care about H1N1!!! x) &lt;br /&gt;016. Drink or Smoke: I prefer drinking?&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone: Dunno??&lt;br /&gt;018. Eat or Drink: both =D&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings: nope..&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos: nope..&lt;br /&gt;021. Social or Anti-social: Bit of both.. Day dreaming most of the time*&lt;br /&gt;022. Righty or lefty: right&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing: none&lt;br /&gt;024. First relationship: Kindergarden &lt;br /&gt;025. First Best Friend: Faiz (Primary school, standard one)&lt;br /&gt;026. First Award: Some tadika thingy&lt;br /&gt;027. First Kiss: From mom just after I was born&lt;br /&gt;028. First Pet: Tadpole???&lt;br /&gt;029. First Big Vacation: Thailand (2000)&lt;br /&gt;030. First Love at first sight: No&lt;br /&gt;031. First Big Birthday: When I was like 6, Got everything I ever wanted then!! =D [Gameboy, Ferrari model car, toys ] &lt;br /&gt;032. First Surgery: Stitches&lt;br /&gt;034. Orange or Apple juice: Mixed + 7UP!! =D!!&lt;br /&gt;035. Rock or Rap: Both&lt;br /&gt;036. Country or Screamo: Country WAY better&lt;br /&gt;037. NSYNC or Backstreet boys: Both suck&lt;br /&gt;038. Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera: Both (some songs)&lt;br /&gt;039. Night or Day: Both.&lt;br /&gt;040. Sun or Moon: Sun =D&lt;br /&gt;041. TV or Internet: Both&lt;br /&gt;042. Playstation or XboX: Both + HD TV, Stereo, Laptop!!! (GREEDY!!) x)&lt;br /&gt;043. Kiss or hug: Both is good!!&lt;br /&gt;044. Iguana or turtle: Iguana&lt;br /&gt;045. Spider or bee: Bee&lt;br /&gt;046. Fall or spring: Fall&lt;br /&gt;047. limewire or iTunes: iTunes&lt;br /&gt;048. Soccer or baseball: Basketball&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating: yesssss&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking: Yeah man!!&lt;br /&gt;051. Excitement level: Oh Boy!! oh Boy!!! x)&lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to: feed my fish&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to: Keyboard*&lt;br /&gt;054. Plan for today: Sleep and more sleep, then try to think of a happy memory when it's ten tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting for: this to be finished&lt;br /&gt;056. Energy Level: Low&lt;br /&gt;057. Thinking of someone: Not really, STRESS!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids: Hell yeah!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married: Duh!!&lt;br /&gt;060. When: When I'm twenty five or so??&lt;br /&gt;061. How many kids: Dunno?? 2?? 4??&lt;br /&gt;062. Any name on the mind: Sarah?? Jason?? o.O??!!&lt;br /&gt;* 063 &amp; 064 is missing *&lt;br /&gt;065. Mellow future or wild: depends..&lt;br /&gt;066. Something you would never try: Exploring the Titanic!! x)&lt;br /&gt;067. Which is the better in the girl you like(in the future):&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or Eyes: Both!! xD xD xD&lt;br /&gt;069. Romantic or Funny: Both&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or Taller: just right.&lt;br /&gt;071. Protective or Caring: that and a lot more!!&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or Spontaneous: Both is alright!! xD&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms: ???&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or Loud: If I had to choose.. Loud!!&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or Relationship: Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;076. Trouble Maker or Hesitant: ...&lt;br /&gt;077. Muscular or normal: As long she's hot! =)&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger: ???!!!!???&lt;br /&gt;079. Broken a bone: Alomost&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses or contacts: Once, but I found them again!! =D&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home: When I was a little kid&lt;br /&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defense: Once or twice&lt;br /&gt;083. Killed somebody: Never!! (But you never know.. Muhahaha xD Jk)&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone's heart: I hope not!!! =O If I did, SORRYYYY!!! &lt;br /&gt;085. Had your heart broken: Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;086. Been arrested: No, kicked in the crotch, yeah.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died: WHHHHHYYYYYY!!!! &gt;.&lt;!!!! sob* wail* whine* gasp*&lt;br /&gt;088. Liked a friend more than a friend: Dunno..&lt;br /&gt;089. Do you believe in yourself: Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles: Hallelujah!!! &lt;br /&gt;* 091 is missing * : Wtf?? o.O ==*&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven: Oh yes&lt;br /&gt;093. When do you want to die: When it's time.&lt;br /&gt;094. Tooth Fairy: Real?? No. Crushed by that fact?? Yes ==....&lt;br /&gt;095. Kiss on the first date: I wish!&lt;br /&gt;096. Angels: Blinding lights!!! &gt;.&lt; Hallelujah!!! &lt;br /&gt;097. Is there 1 person you want to be with right now?: Tired la now...&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you're in life now: There's always room for improvement..&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you're in life now: Ermmm.. No (Hard decicions)&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 10 people: Everybody I know!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-2760237607319334908?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2760237607319334908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/100-truths-tagged-by-jared-yay-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2760237607319334908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2760237607319334908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/100-truths-tagged-by-jared-yay-x.html' title='100 Truths!! Tagged By Jared!!! Yay!! x)'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-3889365869115909999</id><published>2009-09-07T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T04:09:24.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness 2'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SqTpvLrDacI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WJG7CaJkRaQ/s1600-h/LG+BL40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SqTpvLrDacI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WJG7CaJkRaQ/s400/LG+BL40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378680851783707074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream Phone!!! =D So shiny!!! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-3889365869115909999?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3889365869115909999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/3889365869115909999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/3889365869115909999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/SqTpvLrDacI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WJG7CaJkRaQ/s72-c/LG+BL40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-7442135505372819335</id><published>2009-09-07T03:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T03:55:38.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kesedihan*'/><title type='text'>Fixed!! WOOHOOO!!!</title><content type='html'>Internet fixed!! YEAH!! Gone for almost two days and already I have 50 messages in my inbox =S. Don't care, not reading. Speaking of reading, have any of you started studying yet??? o.O Yes?? No?? Kinda?? I've tried, but I have no mood all the time.. T__T.. Yawn, computer back and already I so bored.. Need something to do... Went to Flea Market again yesterday, didn't buy anything though, mom bought an orchid plant!! =D!! Yellow and purple. Father came back from Germany on Saturday, he bought some chocolate from there (All finished by now!! ) Mehs, nothing to DOOOOOO!!!! &gt;.&lt; Just remembered, supposed to be at the park in USJ 2 now... Nothing else to write, will be posting some pictures later.. Bye for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-7442135505372819335?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7442135505372819335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/fixed-woohooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7442135505372819335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/7442135505372819335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/fixed-woohooo.html' title='Fixed!! WOOHOOO!!!'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-2318803364290855486</id><published>2009-08-31T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:40:17.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poker Face'/><title type='text'>Emptyness*</title><content type='html'>Oops, the pictures below are supposed to be under the last post!! xD nvm lar, lazy to do anything!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-2318803364290855486?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2318803364290855486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/emptyness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2318803364290855486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/2318803364290855486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/emptyness.html' title='Emptyness*'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-609370404396207624</id><published>2009-08-31T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:35:26.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yawn'/><title type='text'>WooHoo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Spx6TD-bifI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2C9tq8urGQ8/s1600-h/Miniature+Mustang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Spx6TD-bifI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2C9tq8urGQ8/s400/Miniature+Mustang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376306523076790770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Spx5-LzTcPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZBUvVyD8rJg/s1600-h/Sun+Conure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Spx5-LzTcPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZBUvVyD8rJg/s400/Sun+Conure.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376306164400353522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Spx5s6mKGwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9Y4AEtIqhKU/s1600-h/Alamo+Square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Spx5s6mKGwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9Y4AEtIqhKU/s400/Alamo+Square.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376305867724036866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No choir today!! ^^ No need to kill myself struggling with all that garbage!! YEAH!! Well, sorry for not posting anything about Merdeka day, couldn't use the computer because my fat brother hogging the computer all day long == Playing Maple Story, seriously, I don't know why people play these stupid games, the graphics so lame. Anyways, the holidays have gone to waste because I didn't do anything except eat, poop, breathe, Facebook, Blogging, TV, eat ice-cream ^^, and go to Sunway once, oh, I also went to Flea Market at Amcorp Mall!! =D Lots of old stuff there. I wanted to buy this Omega pocket watch, Made in Switzerland in 1882!!! Made of glass so the face is magnified like that Divination teacher in Harry Potter. Oh yeah, the watch itself is like a sphere, all round!! xD It came in a few sizes, I wanted to buy the smallest one, couldn't because my mother said it was 'expensive' RM190!! But so what!!? A 127 year old pocket watch!! That still works!! I seriously doubt YOUR phone or watch or whatever would last that long. Bought a few fridge magnets there =D Two of the magnets were chocolate magnets, Tolberone and Kit-Kat and the third magnet was a Coke magnet!! =D Will be posting pictures of them some other hime (Maybe) Omg!! Just remembered!! Did you do the One Malaysia poster?? =0!! I completely forgot, I asked everybody I know and they also haven't started yet!! xD Below (or above), here are some random pictures!! =D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-609370404396207624?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/609370404396207624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/woohoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/609370404396207624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/609370404396207624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/woohoo.html' title='WooHoo!!'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Spx6TD-bifI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2C9tq8urGQ8/s72-c/Miniature+Mustang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-8265601790165838780</id><published>2009-08-31T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T06:53:53.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pn. Praba sucks'/><title type='text'>School!! &gt;.&lt; Aargh!! Nightmare*</title><content type='html'>This is going to be an extra short post. In short, tomorrow's gonna be a very rough day for me =S And there's still the unfinished homework plus the Merdeka poster that I completely forgot to do. @.@ *hopes that tomorrow will end as soon as possible* &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I hope Pn. Praba gets H1N1!! I HATE her!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-8265601790165838780?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8265601790165838780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-aargh-nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/8265601790165838780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/8265601790165838780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-aargh-nightmare.html' title='School!! &gt;.&lt; Aargh!! Nightmare*'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-4386608013565670671</id><published>2009-08-27T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T05:08:03.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged again'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Natasha!!</title><content type='html'>1.Besides your lips , where is the favourite spot to get kissed ?&lt;br /&gt;- Cheeks???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you feel when you woke up this MORNING ?&lt;br /&gt;- Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person / people you took a photo WITH ?&lt;br /&gt;- Don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you consider yourself SPOILED ?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope, coz everyone else is WAY richer than me!! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you ever donate BLOOD ?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite SEX ?&lt;br /&gt;- Yea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want someone to be DEAD ?&lt;br /&gt;- Depends!! Muhahahaha, just joking =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does your last text message SAY?&lt;br /&gt;- 'OMG!! Asian Avenue so many lala people &gt;.&lt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you thinking about right NOW ?&lt;br /&gt;- What it would be like to own a new computer =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1o. Do you want someone to be with you right NOW ?&lt;br /&gt;- Duno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the time you went to bed last night ?&lt;br /&gt;- 1.00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now ?&lt;br /&gt;- Father got it from Germany or somewhere??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is someone on your mind right NOW ?&lt;br /&gt;- No??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last person who text YOU ?&lt;br /&gt;- Weng Hang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN Lucky Person to do this quiz .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jared&lt;br /&gt;2. Christine&lt;br /&gt;3. Jack&lt;br /&gt;4. Hong Li&lt;br /&gt;5. Rachel&lt;br /&gt;6. Eric&lt;br /&gt;7. Park&lt;br /&gt;8. Chui Pin&lt;br /&gt;9. Ai Mun&lt;br /&gt;10. Pn. Cheok?? (She has a BLOG!!! =0!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is no.2 having a relationship WITH ?&lt;br /&gt;- Yue Yang??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is no.3 a male or a FEMALE ?&lt;br /&gt;- Male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If no.7 and no.1 get TOGETHER , would it be a good ?&lt;br /&gt;- speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is no.1 studying?&lt;br /&gt;- Not studying, holiday mar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When was the last time you chatted with THEM ?&lt;br /&gt;- I duno (short memory span xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. IS no.4 SINGLE ?&lt;br /&gt;- I think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Say something about no.2.&lt;br /&gt;- She's transforming into a lala person??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you think about no.3 &amp; no.6 being TOGETHER ?&lt;br /&gt;- BLUEK!!! (*vomits all over the computer!!) &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Describe No.9&lt;br /&gt;- She's best friends with Wei Teng???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 . What will you do if no.6 and no.7 FIGHT ?&lt;br /&gt;- Staring at them while silently laughing x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 . Do you like no.8 ? which kind of Like??&lt;br /&gt;- Friends!! No hatred whatsoever!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn* To the people I've tagged, I wouldn't mind if you don't want to do this tag, don't really care!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-4386608013565670671?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4386608013565670671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-by-natasha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/4386608013565670671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/4386608013565670671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-by-natasha.html' title='Tagged by Natasha!!'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-817465506873921171</id><published>2009-08-26T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:23:22.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAAAAAAAWWWNN'/><title type='text'>After a While</title><content type='html'>After six days into the holidays, I can say that I have wasted most of my time =P. Boredom at home, just Facebooking and blog hopping to keep me busy. The atmosphere here's so boring that everyone here's FALLEN ASLEEP (Except me, my brother, who's in tuition, and my father, who's in Germany) Anyways, I played badminton yesterday and the day before that =P (Trying to keep fit) I played with Weng Hang!! (In case you didn't know, we live nearby) On Tuesday, we played form six to until like seven thirty, when the sun had set.. xD And on Wednesday, we played from like four to five, could have played longer, but then it started raining ==. I thought my phone was broken!!! =0!! But luckily it wasn't =). Well, this is going to be a short post, because I've been using the computer for a very long time, and my eyes are starting to hurt (Feels like the blood veins in my eyes are starting to pop!! &gt;.&lt;) Anyways, bai bai, Will be updating my near-dead blog tomorrow!! (Maybe) chiowz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204101311034770522-817465506873921171?l=myubercoolblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/feeds/817465506873921171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/817465506873921171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204101311034770522/posts/default/817465506873921171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercoolblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-while.html' title='After a While'/><author><name>Brandon Choo Wee Kheong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696112925497246675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8ZxGilwzps/Sn1_3lMUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4TNCkIq610/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204101311034770522.post-8765825918628541578</id><published>2009-08-21T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:55:56.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='?????? love???'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Kind Of Girl&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's what you're supposed to do, and please do not spoil the fun. Copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag 15 of your friends here to answer this. Then see what happens.&lt;br 
