<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:06:45.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadman's Touch</title><subtitle type='html'>bite marks and blood stains...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-6305984824852466267</id><published>2009-05-06T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:07:24.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;This morning when i read the newspaper, the first thing i saw was that this lady in her early 30's died with her unborn child. Yes, her unborn child. I can't remember how many months she was pregnant. But yeah, she was pull off her bike by snatch thieves. I seriously cannot imagine what it is like for her husband. It is said that his previous wife died which was 5 years ago and now when he found happiness. He lost it. You fucking idiots are fucking heartless and fucking mindless. I don't get it. You are willing to take a life of another for a couple of bucks? I'm not saying this is better but even if they were to threaten with a weapon or what so ever to get that few bucks then it's better than killing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It actually made me think back about half a year ago when I was waiting for the people to finish washing my car just outside my place. This motorcycle came in a quickly did a u-turn and tried to grab my stuff. They grabbed my shirt guessing they missed my stuff cause i was carrying it in hand. I eventually realized and tried to pull one of them of the bike. I swear if I did manage to I would beat living hell of of him till I'm forced to stop. This has also happen to people i care about. Really, I pity you people who would do this kind of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyways, i got a 3 hour talk tomorrow. Joy. Night people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-6305984824852466267?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/6305984824852466267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=6305984824852466267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/6305984824852466267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/6305984824852466267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-morning-when-i-read-newspaper.html' title=''/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-7930046662153623941</id><published>2009-03-14T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:47:18.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RETURN OF THE JEDI!! HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It's 1.38 in the morning and i can't sleep. Well, at least i tried to. I'm just gonna try and revive this blog since i promised my girlfriend that i would start again. I actually have a lot to say. So where should i start? Whatever. I'll start here. And yes, I'm alive. Not dead. Not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;First of all, I'm really happy right now. Excluding the amount of pressure and stress i get from work plus the fact that my darling Sarah is in Melbourne now. Yeah. I'm really happy. So whoever you are "anonymoud", Don't interfere with my life. If you have something so say, kindly just put your name in. Don't be such a coward. It really disgusts me. If you are afraid of putting your name in public in case it ruins your social life or whatever, Call me. I'm sure you have my number and I won't mind giving you a mouth full. Oh, and never get my girlfriend or my job involved. You don't want to tick me off. Btw, I think you should use your quality time studying or doing something useful. Instead of wasting your time blabbing anonymously. I'm sure your parents pay for your college fees. So make use of it. Times are bad. Economic crisis. They might get retrenched. So yeah. Don't disappoint them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Now that that's done. Yeap. Just came back from Melbourne almost 2 weeks ago. It was really great. I definitely did not want to come home. Mostly because she is there. We explored Melbourne city and stuff. No pictures though. 10 days was definitely not enough. Going for 3 weeks next year. Lol. We celebrated my 19th birthday there and our 1 year anniversary. It was really the best time of my life. Darling, if you are reading this. Thank you so much for such a wonderful and memorable holiday. Come home soon yeah. Hope everything is good there. I miss you. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ok. That's enough for now. I'm gonna try to sleep now. I have to get my car washed; cause some bloody birds shat on her when i was out, and to the doctors tmr. Joy. I might get my car changed. Blame the idiots that fixed my car after the crash. Con job!! I paid bloody 12k!! Sooooooooo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SbvzgymRx6I/AAAAAAAAAUI/WdKwSTNL4Nc/s1600-h/ag_09gtr_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SbvzgymRx6I/AAAAAAAAAUI/WdKwSTNL4Nc/s320/ag_09gtr_front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313107930077317026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I'M GETTING THIS NISSAN SKYLINE GT-R!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Haha. Just kidding. I wish i wasn't. But I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SbvzhVBFRPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/SebCPT22sqM/s1600-h/P1010416.JPG_595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SbvzhVBFRPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/SebCPT22sqM/s320/P1010416.JPG_595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313107939316548850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;That is what I'll be getting. Same but different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And lastly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SbvzhdavhEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Umpr2EHDACU/s1600-h/n888980509_4472928_9157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SbvzhdavhEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Umpr2EHDACU/s320/n888980509_4472928_9157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313107941571658818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I miss you so much. Wish you were here. Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-7930046662153623941?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/7930046662153623941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=7930046662153623941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/7930046662153623941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/7930046662153623941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2009/03/return-of-jedi-hahaha.html' title='RETURN OF THE JEDI!! HAHAHA'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SbvzgymRx6I/AAAAAAAAAUI/WdKwSTNL4Nc/s72-c/ag_09gtr_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-6121792262006355061</id><published>2008-11-23T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:46:58.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because John is Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since the boyfriend is tooo busy to blog, here i am, the wifey reviving his blog with a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moi: &lt;/span&gt;darling! when are you gonna blog??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John:&lt;/span&gt; soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suuureee babe. that soon was months ago :P&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/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SSmFwkgt9EI/AAAAAAAAATc/FmFERYocwGE/s1600-h/P1040717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SSmFwkgt9EI/AAAAAAAAATc/FmFERYocwGE/s320/P1040717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271891908294997058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a little bit about my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. had to cancel that. due to "so meannn" from John John. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay babe. your blog is a liiittle bit more alive now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chit pa de  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-6121792262006355061?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/6121792262006355061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=6121792262006355061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/6121792262006355061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/6121792262006355061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2008/11/because-john-is-missing.html' title='Because John is Missing'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SSmFwkgt9EI/AAAAAAAAATc/FmFERYocwGE/s72-c/P1040717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-6909914800660858467</id><published>2008-05-19T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T06:54:22.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crash, The Rave, Bla Bla Bla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got into an accident last week. A bus hit Naomi from behind and sent her crashing to a pole. The bumper is a goner, the radiator as well, the tail lights and god knows what other damage there is. These are the visible ones so far. The best part of the whole story is when the police report came out, it was my fault. Honestly, I do not understand a single fucking thing that how was it my fault. But whatever it is, I couldn't give 2 flying fucks right now. I just want my car back and I'm glad everything is fine and it did'nt get any worse. I don't have any pictures of my car from the accident, but trust me Naomi looks really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, I really had enough about thinking about it and stressing over it. I have better things to deal with but I just want my car back asap. Ohh. Tiesto was really great btw, I had alot of fun except for the going home part. But i think it was really worth it. =) Moving on. I'm finally graduating from that L'oreal course which i attended last year. That will be adding a few more certs for my career. Other than that work is fine, we are going to be busy till the end of the month cause of the up coming events, then it'll be summer so most of our clients will be away. Whicchhh meeeaaannss.. A HOLIDAY FOR ME!! I so need a break from work. I think the last break i had was chinese new year. I don't plan to go anywhere though. Well, all i feel like doing is just spending time with her. She is fine btw, just caught up with mid term exams and studying really hard. Can't wait to see her, me misses her so much. She will be off to Vegas next week. Snifffff. But when she comes back I will be having my holidays. So yeahh. Really can't wait.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So i guess that is about it for now. I will update soon. Oh and darling good luck for your exams tmr. I know you will do well yea.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SDGE7zqnpfI/AAAAAAAAANI/hGRUi70yJA4/s1600-h/DSC00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202085207605749234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SDGE7zqnpfI/AAAAAAAAANI/hGRUi70yJA4/s320/DSC00216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The greatest person to be with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-6909914800660858467?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/6909914800660858467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=6909914800660858467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/6909914800660858467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/6909914800660858467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2008/05/crash-rave-bla-bla-bla.html' title='The Crash, The Rave, Bla Bla Bla'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SDGE7zqnpfI/AAAAAAAAANI/hGRUi70yJA4/s72-c/DSC00216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-5229477311552871226</id><published>2008-05-03T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:40:31.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owed Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates. As you do know i was really busy with work, the wife, friends and gym. Haha. Nothing has happend much later lately. Just the same old thing everyday. Ohh.. I might be going Tiesto. We caught the premier for Iron Man. SOOOO FREEAAAGGIN COOL!! Haha. It's a very nice movie although i didn't read the comic. but she did and Matt did as well.. Still kinda looking for a place. I just got Naomi washed. She hasn't had a wash in almost a month due to the idiotic owner. Haha. but she is so clean not that you can see that sparkle. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;There she  is. I was hoping to change that exhaust soon.. But the i don't know where Alex is.. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SB1IyQ89acI/AAAAAAAAANA/b_RdyRikTio/s1600-h/04052008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196389573436729794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SB1IyQ89acI/AAAAAAAAANA/b_RdyRikTio/s320/04052008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SB1IGg89aYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/EiRWNsgPnQc/s1600-h/04052008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196388821817452930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SB1IGg89aYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/EiRWNsgPnQc/s320/04052008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SB1IGw89aZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/H_61S5AGADU/s1600-h/04052008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196388826112420242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SB1IGw89aZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/H_61S5AGADU/s320/04052008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SB1IGw89aaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pYnFLd23uoY/s1600-h/04052008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Thats the fun-loving, sweet and caring wifey. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SB1IHA89abI/AAAAAAAAAM4/CjARIY8OIH0/s1600-h/n689070453_2751060_1675.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196388830407387570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SB1IHA89abI/AAAAAAAAAM4/CjARIY8OIH0/s320/n689070453_2751060_1675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yeahh.. That is pretty much what has been happening lately.. I'm still looking for a new pair of scissors cause mine are all rosak already.. I'm off from work tmr. YAY!! Haha.. I'll be at Ac though.. Teman her and probably catch up with me freinds. Got to go now. Meeting up with the wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-5229477311552871226?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/5229477311552871226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=5229477311552871226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/5229477311552871226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/5229477311552871226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2008/05/owed-update.html' title='Owed Update.'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/SB1IyQ89acI/AAAAAAAAANA/b_RdyRikTio/s72-c/04052008(005).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-2536976621344953379</id><published>2008-03-08T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T08:31:55.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know i haven't been updating recently cause i was caught up with alot of things, or maybe because i didn't really have anything to write, or maybe i was lazy. Whichever. Anyways alot has happend lately. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We will start of with my 18th birthday, and matt's 18th birthday as well.. We had dinner at the sosial bangsar and then headed to d'heaven for some drinks and catch up a lil. I don't really see my friends often so yea. I would also like to thank for all of you that were there. I haven't celebrate my birthday since i was 12. I had a blast. Seriously. Thank you all again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I already started cutting childrens hair in the salon. I'm quite happy actually but scared and nervous at the same time. To be honest, i'm not good at cutting but i am learning. We have trainings every tuesdays in the salon. So if any of you are intrested, you can contact me and stuff. I won't screw up your hair. Lol. My boss will be there to guide me. So yea. I would really appreaciate the support. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohhhh.. I love this part. I met someone. Maybe some of you know. For those who doesn't, you can go figure. Neways, She is pretty, cute and very attractive. She is a great person, smart, silly, funny, caring, NICE and very SWEET. Haha. Oh. And a really nice smile. Lol. I really do like spending my time with her and it's really nice being around her. Yeap. She is away for a week. I miss her and i can't wait for her to come back. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So that is more or less what has been happening around. I'll update soon. I really gotta crash. It really was a hectic day in work today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-2536976621344953379?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/2536976621344953379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=2536976621344953379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/2536976621344953379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/2536976621344953379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2008/03/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-4395899002376648987</id><published>2008-02-06T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:43:18.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady In Black.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;She has finally arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My darling who planted a gigantic hole in my wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But it was worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And there she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;B-e-a-u-tiful ain't she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R6qa2bwVArI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZGN_tKMd5-I/s1600-h/01022008.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164110182687769266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R6qa2bwVArI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZGN_tKMd5-I/s320/01022008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R6qa27wVAsI/AAAAAAAAAMA/EFJAyBx8O3k/s1600-h/01022008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164110191277703874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R6qa27wVAsI/AAAAAAAAAMA/EFJAyBx8O3k/s320/01022008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R6qa27wVAtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_sUo8i76lwo/s1600-h/01022008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164110191277703890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R6qa27wVAtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_sUo8i76lwo/s320/01022008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R6qa3bwVAuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/J-gt5-QdGxo/s1600-h/07022008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164110199867638498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R6qa3bwVAuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/J-gt5-QdGxo/s320/07022008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Believe it or not. I stopped smoking for this car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I tried to last. But it didn't really work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm still trying though. It's not easy at all ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R6qa3bwVAvI/AAAAAAAAAMY/S6jmHFwyOAw/s1600-h/31012008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164110199867638514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R6qa3bwVAvI/AAAAAAAAAMY/S6jmHFwyOAw/s320/31012008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-4395899002376648987?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/4395899002376648987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=4395899002376648987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/4395899002376648987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/4395899002376648987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2008/02/lady-in-black.html' title='Lady In Black.'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R6qa2bwVArI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZGN_tKMd5-I/s72-c/01022008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-288244419328055030</id><published>2008-01-27T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T02:41:42.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;yeah. so recently work has been picking up till i don't really have time to go online. the salon is getting busy and busy. the loreal colour trophy is coming up soon as im still stressing out on the models, colour and haircut. we also might be photo shooting for harper's bazaar malaysia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;another 3 more days till my new sayang comes. cant wait. oh. and just so everybody know. i need to find a few models for the competition. if you are intrested then let me know. trusting me with your hair is up to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;lastly. mr. john five is finally quitting smoking. we'll see how long i last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-288244419328055030?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/288244419328055030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=288244419328055030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/288244419328055030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/288244419328055030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-7110328605607068113</id><published>2008-01-10T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T05:29:02.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is your dream when during your childhood?&lt;br /&gt;To be a jedi. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You like rainy day or sunny day?&lt;br /&gt;Don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which colour you like most? Black or White?&lt;br /&gt;Black dammit!! Black!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who would I marry to?&lt;br /&gt;Not the time to talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where is the place you wanted to go most?&lt;br /&gt;Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which part of you that you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;From head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you encounter a sad moment, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Emo la. What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you scare to loss most?&lt;br /&gt;The people i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Duh. After the hard work of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the one who tag you.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't tagged. I stole it from gay boy's blog cause i was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish for your another half?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have another half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Till now, what is the moment that you regret most?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Who the fuck does not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Which type of person you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;Fucking suck ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be an artist, but ended up as a hairdresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the thing that will make you think he/she is bad.&lt;br /&gt;The way they treat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;To have another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you think that is most important in your life?&lt;br /&gt;My family, friends and career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who's your favourite cartoon character?&lt;br /&gt;Spider-man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What will you do if the world ends tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;I would rob Prime Minister Badawi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-7110328605607068113?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/7110328605607068113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=7110328605607068113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/7110328605607068113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/7110328605607068113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2008/01/survey.html' title='Survey.'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-2686366446202277774</id><published>2008-01-01T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T00:47:00.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;First of all, happy new year to all. I hope you all enjoyed your new year's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;My new year's resolution:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;1. To completely, permanently and gracefully stop smoking. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;2. To be a stylist by end of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;3. Cut down on alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;4. Start going back to gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;5. Leave long hair again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And this is my 2008 hair cut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n5GSJMQlI/AAAAAAAAALo/9XpoP2aKzr0/s1600-h/1_128576212l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n5GSJMQlI/AAAAAAAAALo/9XpoP2aKzr0/s320/1_128576212l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150421535219794514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n5dyJMQmI/AAAAAAAAALw/F4nCS4gUomo/s1600-h/28122007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" 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href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year.'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n5GSJMQlI/AAAAAAAAALo/9XpoP2aKzr0/s72-c/1_128576212l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-1930989164957233337</id><published>2007-12-19T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T07:02:37.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Ish salon's annual dinner @ twenty-one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-1930989164957233337?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/1930989164957233337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=1930989164957233337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/1930989164957233337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/1930989164957233337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/12/ish-salons-annual-dinner-twenty-one.html' title='...Ish salon&apos;s annual dinner @ twenty-one'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R2qDgyJMQiI/AAAAAAAAALU/FZqJpb7Eg9E/s72-c/n628564618_449530_5374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-8108056877371735942</id><published>2007-12-17T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T06:39:40.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New life by the quarter mile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;alrite. so the satria gti didn't work out. there was the loan problem. and the car is more than 6 years old. risk of getting a blown engine and bla bla bla bla. not recomended for a first car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so this is what i plan to get. hopefully by january next year. kinda similar from what i wanted. still a satria. this is probably like the safest way to not slaugther my wallet/bank but can take me from A to B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R2aIdSJMQaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GSCPxFFqWf0/s1600-h/satria_new_drive_park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144949660985344418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R2aIdSJMQaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GSCPxFFqWf0/s320/satria_new_drive_park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R2aINiJMQZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/cvT1Iy6hObg/s1600-h/satria_neo_rear_corner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144949390402404754" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-8108056877371735942?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/8108056877371735942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=8108056877371735942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/8108056877371735942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/8108056877371735942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-life-by-quarter-mile.html' title='New life by the quarter mile.'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R2aIdSJMQaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GSCPxFFqWf0/s72-c/satria_new_drive_park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-6864979010033879961</id><published>2007-12-09T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T04:44:35.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death awaits. NOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me and matt was 3 seconds away from death yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I can't believe i'm still standing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-6864979010033879961?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/6864979010033879961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=6864979010033879961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/6864979010033879961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/6864979010033879961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/12/death-awaits-not.html' title='Death awaits. NOT.'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-4373760727667915652</id><published>2007-12-03T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T05:40:50.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;me, matt, weng, lex and kiki went up to gentings just for the fun of it. and it was my first time driving up there. we nearly crashed during the first corner. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R1QDWLVZUMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1rlez-CTFFQ/s1600-R/25112007(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139736754271113410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R1QDWLVZUMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vMPFWw4dYmc/s320/25112007(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;this is the car that i choked to get us up there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R1QC5LVZULI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9CqkedxEJ88/s1600-R/25112007.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139736256054907058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R1QC5LVZULI/AAAAAAAAAJk/g0hK4w7NS48/s320/25112007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ohhh.. the cannons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R1QChbVZUKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Ana4ECareDA/s1600-R/25-11-07_0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139735848033013922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R1QChbVZUKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/x6Urm9GGS6k/s320/25-11-07_0152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i don't know if it was me. but it was freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R1QB7bVZUJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vhjE0oCU2wo/s1600-R/25-11-07_0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139735195197984914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R1QB7bVZUJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Zau1Bk6PmJE/s320/25-11-07_0151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;kiki. being all fa hao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R1QByrVZUII/AAAAAAAAAJM/29aPJglrEBo/s1600-R/DSCF7029.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139735044874129538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R1QByrVZUII/AAAAAAAAAJM/8tO6uJGYWqs/s320/DSCF7029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;alex and matt. and matt being matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R1QBuLVZUHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/oihZC7qOZTU/s1600-R/DSCF7020.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139734967564718194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R1QBuLVZUHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/XNwQeP1TuPA/s320/DSCF7020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;the mean lil girl that backstabbed celcom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R1QBqLVZUGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/EAQkG8FYqhY/s1600-R/DSCF7013.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139734898845241442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R1QBqLVZUGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/0UtzDu8uhVw/s320/DSCF7013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;lex. with cars as usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R1QBjbVZUFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/enLOciYgtZU/s1600-R/DSCF7010.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139734782881124434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R1QBjbVZUFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ub2bB9pGOcE/s320/DSCF7010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;matt and weng. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R1QBfrVZUEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Oknwd-1KPvQ/s1600-R/1_549985627l.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139734718456614978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R1QBfrVZUEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0rIizJuABhM/s320/1_549985627l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;matt, weng and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-4373760727667915652?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/4373760727667915652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=4373760727667915652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/4373760727667915652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/4373760727667915652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/12/gentings.html' title='Gentings'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R1QDWLVZUMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vMPFWw4dYmc/s72-c/25112007(009).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-2677401532951937187</id><published>2007-11-19T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T07:22:50.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Basics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was one of the worst days of work today. THE SALON WAS FLOODED WITH WATER!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How? Well, one of our sink pipes that we have been using for about 6 years now, got a hole punch into it. And so we couldn't turn the water off till the plumbers come but just to watch the basin area and the staff room flood. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So at the mean time while waiting for the plumbers to arive, me and my collegues we're not junior stylist/assistants no more. More like kampung people or what my collegue said, semi plumbers. I just got my jeans and shoes washed and it got wet and dirty again. pffft. At least we got to go back early after cleaning up the mess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other than that i have been bored of being blonde. So i decided to go red again. It was actually the first color i did when i started hairdressing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R0Gm_hRTX-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EAMNHvzwyR4/s1600-h/12112007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R0Gm_hRTX-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EAMNHvzwyR4/s1600-h/12112007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134568660371988450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R0Gm_hRTX-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EAMNHvzwyR4/s320/12112007(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R0GmjhRTX9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/flgAsS_Q3YA/s1600-h/18112007(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134568179335651282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R0GmjhRTX9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/flgAsS_Q3YA/s320/18112007(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-2677401532951937187?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/2677401532951937187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=2677401532951937187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/2677401532951937187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/2677401532951937187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-to-basics.html' title='Back To Basics.'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R0Gm_hRTX-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EAMNHvzwyR4/s72-c/12112007(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-6058622652553378699</id><published>2007-11-11T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:34:00.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good luck to all those who are sitting for their spm this month. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you guys do well and take care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-6058622652553378699?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/6058622652553378699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=6058622652553378699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/6058622652553378699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/6058622652553378699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-luck.html' title='Good Luck'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' 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suffering,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;living this life everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i'm the youngest there is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the one that people have faith in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the one that i myself have faith in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;kid you not, that i'll be one of the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i'm a fucking future investment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;to any hairdresser that hires me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i love them, all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;that has been there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;you are all god given gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;my brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;freedom has been granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;a long long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i do whatever the fuck i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;what more could you ask of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;there is nothing more to ask of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;only cigarettes and beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-2501931588425067768?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/2501931588425067768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=2501931588425067768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/2501931588425067768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/2501931588425067768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/11/live-free.html' title='Live free.'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-7998825010668341077</id><published>2007-11-05T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T06:51:56.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light me up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me, Matt, Kiki and Lex headed to section 14 for a drink at my uncle's place. Yeap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ry8tSBsVokI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pC1jT9EZIrA/s1600-h/DSCF5314.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ry8tSBsVokI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pC1jT9EZIrA/s1600-h/DSCF5314.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129368288313582146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ry8tSBsVokI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pC1jT9EZIrA/s320/DSCF5314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me and kiki with my specs. It's very rare you see me smile in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ry8tDBsVojI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lBpyNIhvIHU/s1600-h/DSCF5315.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129368030615544370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ry8tDBsVojI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lBpyNIhvIHU/s320/DSCF5315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Gay boy Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ry8s4hsVoiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ce9vdc9CSc4/s1600-h/DSCF5316.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129367850226917922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ry8s4hsVoiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ce9vdc9CSc4/s320/DSCF5316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Errrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ry8svBsVohI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9msSw3FkcgI/s1600-h/DSCF5312.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129367687018160658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ry8svBsVohI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9msSw3FkcgI/s320/DSCF5312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Gay boy with my specs on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ry8skhsVogI/AAAAAAAAAH0/562dnKUKZ4o/s1600-h/DSCF5307.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129367506629534210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ry8skhsVogI/AAAAAAAAAH0/562dnKUKZ4o/s320/DSCF5307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Kiki and Matt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-7998825010668341077?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/7998825010668341077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=7998825010668341077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/7998825010668341077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/7998825010668341077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/11/light-me-up.html' title='Light me up.'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ry8tSBsVokI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pC1jT9EZIrA/s72-c/DSCF5314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-3261624355725937354</id><published>2007-11-04T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T05:14:52.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je M'ennuie De Vous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time, passed me by.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So fast, that i didnt realise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been almost a year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since I lost you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until today, like every other day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is never once.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't cross my mind. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even now, as i am writing this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ruined it. I've killed it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I carry this burden with me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still telling myself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have you done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've tried. Tried enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I blame myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That we are torn apart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I feel so empty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss your comfort,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss your hugs and kisses,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and most of all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you. More than anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I'm just left here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writing this, with my cigarette.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All i have is memories.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memories of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-3261624355725937354?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-8072881420782898126</id><published>2007-10-24T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T06:58:43.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in peace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;my uncle i have known all my life passed away this morning during surgery. its was quite a shock. and it hit me as if i got knocked down. i'm left speechless and i don't know what to say. i realise then how short life is. anything can happend. one minute youre alrite and next youre not. now youre ok and then youre dead. im just thankfull that he appeared in my life. and everybody that has been there for me. because of people like you. people like me exist. rest in peace uncle patrick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-8072881420782898126?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/8072881420782898126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=8072881420782898126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/8072881420782898126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/8072881420782898126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/10/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest in peace.'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-7682253755236898747</id><published>2007-10-12T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T09:55:16.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i have been having a crazy busy month.. yeap.. and so finally with all that hard work comes 3 days off.. and yes.. i did get my hair chopped of.. and people say it does look like victoria beckham's hair style.. well.. these are the pics and you be the judge..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Rw-j_fZivSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oTAFAvU9xlc/s1600-h/11-10-07_2056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120491612499262754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Rw-j_fZivSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oTAFAvU9xlc/s320/11-10-07_2056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Rw-kffZivTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yqo1CJ4B-rQ/s1600-h/11-10-07_2057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120492162255076658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Rw-kffZivTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yqo1CJ4B-rQ/s320/11-10-07_2057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Rw-ldvZivUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GRGIIctM3Qc/s1600-h/11-10-07_2058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120493231701933378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Rw-ldvZivUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GRGIIctM3Qc/s320/11-10-07_2058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-7682253755236898747?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/7682253755236898747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=7682253755236898747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/7682253755236898747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/7682253755236898747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/10/posh.html' title='Posh?'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Rw-j_fZivSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oTAFAvU9xlc/s72-c/11-10-07_2056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-6798175388604848630</id><published>2007-09-16T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T08:02:04.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by kiki</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the changes of hairstyles i had since god knows when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ru1A32OPdmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ysHr18X7iTg/s1600-h/IMG_0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110812480327612002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ru1A32OPdmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ysHr18X7iTg/s320/IMG_0303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;first there was the red mohawk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ru1BNGOPdnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/AW3wZyxkuTM/s1600-h/DSCN0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110812845399832178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ru1BNGOPdnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/AW3wZyxkuTM/s320/DSCN0382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;then still the spiky head with dark blonde highlights..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ru1B6mOPdoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/fi4JfW98OA0/s1600-h/24-01-07_1732.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110813627083880066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ru1B6mOPdoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/fi4JfW98OA0/s320/24-01-07_1732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and again.. still the spiky head but with blue black highlights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ru1DIGOPdqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/i2sI3-NFb90/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110814958523741858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ru1DIGOPdqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/i2sI3-NFb90/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Longer hair with purple and blonde highlights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ru1ENmOPdrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pBMLq_TL4lI/s1600-h/1_166541782l_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110816152524650162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ru1ENmOPdrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pBMLq_TL4lI/s320/1_166541782l_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and now.. finally have much longer hair with blonde highlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-6798175388604848630?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/6798175388604848630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=6798175388604848630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/6798175388604848630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/6798175388604848630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged-by-kiki.html' title='tagged by kiki'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109323041503934018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf2PGOPdkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hYyHA7BMqp0/s320/IMG_0541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf2KWOPdjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/czfg-SCLYt4/s1600-h/IMG_0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109322959899555378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf2KWOPdjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/czfg-SCLYt4/s320/IMG_0540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf2EWOPdiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WlRI9xIVlNk/s1600-h/IMG_0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109322856820340258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf2EWOPdiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WlRI9xIVlNk/s320/IMG_0539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf1vWOPdhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JYDcwsQehgc/s1600-h/IMG_0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109322496043087378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf1vWOPdhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JYDcwsQehgc/s320/IMG_0538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf1mWOPdgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1ppjJkAGcPI/s1600-h/IMG_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109322341424264706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf1mWOPdgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1ppjJkAGcPI/s320/IMG_0537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf1fmOPdfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bKNs0AdFDYA/s1600-h/IMG_0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109322225460147698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf1fmOPdfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bKNs0AdFDYA/s320/IMG_0536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf1fmOPdfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bKNs0AdFDYA/s1600-h/IMG_0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf1amOPdeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Uc82hJDnT_c/s1600-h/IMG_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109322139560801762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf1amOPdeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Uc82hJDnT_c/s320/IMG_0535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf1amOPdeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Uc82hJDnT_c/s1600-h/IMG_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf1VGOPddI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kDbAt1_uJl0/s1600-h/IMG_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109322045071521234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf1VGOPddI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kDbAt1_uJl0/s320/IMG_0534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf0jWOPdXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/zf3Yg5ptKfE/s320/IMG_0528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf0cGOPdWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MYpij2r78g4/s1600-h/IMG_0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109321065818977634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf0cGOPdWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MYpij2r78g4/s320/IMG_0527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-5022770898600644470?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/5022770898600644470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=5022770898600644470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/5022770898600644470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/5022770898600644470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-james.html' title='Happy Birthday James'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Ruf2VGOPdlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/UChO14JL-rs/s72-c/IMG_0542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-4327742916645979890</id><published>2007-09-05T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T09:36:25.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Survey..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My 99 Truths..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. Real name - John Ng Lloyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. Like it- Love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. Single or taken - Single but not available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. Zodiac sign - Pisces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5. Male or female - Male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;6. Elementary - Villa Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;7. Middle - Kuen Cheng (1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8. High - Catholic High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;9. College - A Cut Above Academy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;10. Hair color - Dark Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;11. Eye color - Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;12. Hair length - Almost shoulder length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;13. Current problem - Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;14. Race - Chinese, Welsh, Burmist, Indian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;15. Are you a health freak - Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;16. Height - 5'11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;17. Do you have a crush on someone - Yeah. I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;18. Do you like yourself - I guess so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;19. Piercings - 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;20. Tattoos - On both arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;21. Righty or lefty - Lefty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FIRSTS-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;22. First surgery - Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;23. First piercings - Ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;24. first best friend - Can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;25. First award - When i was a lil toddler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;26. First sport- Sprinting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;27. First pet - Doggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;28. First vacation - I can't remember this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;29. First teacher - I don't rememeber this too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;30. First crush - Bad memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;THIS OR THAT-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;31. Orange or apple juice - Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;32. Rock or rap - Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;33. Country or screamo - Sceamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;34. Nsync or Backsteet Boys - I used to listen to them once upon a time ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;35. Britney spears or Christina Aguliera - Neither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;36. Night or day - Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;37. Sun or moon - Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;38. Tv or internet - Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;39. playstation or xbox - Playstation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;40. Kiss or hug - Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;41. Iguana or turtle - Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;42. Spider or bee - Spider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;43. Fall or spring - Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;44. Limewire or itunes - Ares x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;46. Soccer or baseball - Soccer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;48. Laugh or cry - Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;49. Sane or Crazy - Insane. Completely insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;CURRENTLY-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;50. Eating - Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;51. Im about to - Smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;52. Listening to - Before It's Too Late By The Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;53. Singing - Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;54. Typing - Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FUTURE-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;55. Want kids - Of Course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;56. When - When I have enough money to support them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;57. Want to get married - Definately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;58. When - When the time is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;59. Where do you want to live - I haven't made up my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;60. How many kids - Not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;61. Any name on the mind - Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;62. What did you want to be when you were little - A stripper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;63. What do you think you'll really be doing - What I'm doing now. Hair dressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;64. Mellow future or wild - Fucking wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;66. Something you would never try - Runing around naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;67. When do you wanna die - This is a stupid question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;68. Lips or eyes - Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;69. Hugging or kissing - Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;70. Shorter or taller - Abit of both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;71. Tan skinned or light - Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;72. Romantic or spontaneous - Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;73. Dark or light hair - Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;74. Muscular or normal - Abit of both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;75. Hook-up or relationship - Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;76. Similar to you or different - Abit of both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;78. Kissed a stranger - Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;79. Drank bubbles - Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;80. Broken a bone - Almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;81. Climbed up a tree - Yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;82. Broken someones heart - Yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;83. Turned someone down - Yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;84. Had your heart broken - Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;85. Liked a friend as more than a friend - I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;86. Yourself - Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;87. Miracles - I need a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;88. Love at first sight - Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;89. Santa claus - I'll shoot him if i see him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;90. Kissing on the first date - Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;91. Angels - Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;92. Is there one or more people you want - No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;93. Who is it - Not telling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;94. Like someone - Not telling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;LASTS-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;95. Text message recieved - Someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;96. Received call - Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;97. Call made - Someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;98. Message on myspace/friendster - Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;99. Missed call - Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-4327742916645979890?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/4327742916645979890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=4327742916645979890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/4327742916645979890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/4327742916645979890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-survey.html' title='Another Survey..'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-8721886051703688873</id><published>2007-09-02T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T06:22:59.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Name : John Ng Lloyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sisters : None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Brothers : 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Shoe size: 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Height : 5'11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My mom : Oh. I love my mum. She spoils me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;What are u wearing : Shirt and shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Favorite Number : Don't really have a favorite number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Favorite Drink: Beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Favorite Month : In every month, you face good times and bad times. So yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Favorite Breakfast : I hardly eat breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Have You Ever Broken a bone : Not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Been on a boat : Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fallen asleep in school : Why do you think I'm not in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Broken someone's heart : Yeah. I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cried when someone died : I'll cry buckets of tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fell off your chair : A long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sat by the phone : Not in awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Saved emails : Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Been cheated on : No. I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cheated on the test : Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;What color is your room : It's Maroon but my friends say it's pink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Whats right beside you : My phone and ciggarettes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;What is the last thing you ate : Bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;---Ever Had---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Chicken pox : Yeah. When i was 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sore throat : Just cured from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Stitches : Yeah. On my lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Broken nose : Nearly did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;---Do You---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Like picnics : Depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Like School : And again. Why do you think I'm not in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;---Questions---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Who was the last person you danced with : My ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Who makes you smile? : Leanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;---Who---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Did you last yell at : A lil boy who i taught it was my youngest brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Do you like yourself : Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;---Final Questions---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;What are you listening to right now : Blue Eyes Blue by Eric Clapton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hated someone in your family : I don't hate. I dislike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;What car do you wish to have : 1967 Ford Mustang Fastback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Good singer : Nah. I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Diamond or pearl : Diamonds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Indoors or outdoors : Whichever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;---Today did you---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1.Talk to someone you like : Yeah. I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2.Who : For me to know and for you to never find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3.Get sick : Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4.Sing : Yeap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5.Talked to an ex : Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;6.Miss someone : Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;---Last person who---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;7.Talked to on the phone? : Leanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8.Made you cry? : My manager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;9.Went to the movies with : James, Joe, Che, William.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;11.You went to the mall with : Mummy and brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;12.Been to Europe : Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;13.Been to Asia : I live in asian you cunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;14.been to Russia : Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;15.Been to the Bahamas : I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;16. Been to Mexico : Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;17. Been to Canada : Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;18. Been to U.S. : Suppose to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;19. Been to Paris : Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;---Random---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. Do you like someone at the moment : Yes. I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. What books are you reading right now : I don't read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. Best feeling in the world : When you are with someone you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. Future kids names : It's abit early ro decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal : Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-8721886051703688873?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/8721886051703688873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=8721886051703688873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/8721886051703688873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/8721886051703688873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/09/survey.html' title='Survey.'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-1986943442156154228</id><published>2007-08-18T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T05:51:29.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vrrroooom..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;and so i did not get selected for national service. which is a huge relief. yea. i was really paranoid for that few days. imagining how would i look like being bald. but anyways. thank god the worries are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;my driving exam is in a week. and i so can't wait to get my car. i just need my licence so i can get my loan approval. unfortunately the car i was suppose to get was sold before i could buy it. sob sob. but its ok. cause i found a better one. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Rsbpg82UbfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ExJsbRgd5LA/s1600-h/173982991_77e6ac6b96.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100020380342709746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Rsbpg82UbfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ExJsbRgd5LA/s320/173982991_77e6ac6b96.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Rsbpq82UbgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EXsDdjM0hgk/s1600-h/173982990_dea8ded9d3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100020552141401602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Rsbpq82UbgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EXsDdjM0hgk/s320/173982990_dea8ded9d3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;this is affordable car that i wanted since god knows when. so yea. a satria gti runing on a 1.8 4g93p engine. weeee.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-1986943442156154228?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/1986943442156154228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=1986943442156154228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/1986943442156154228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/1986943442156154228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/08/vrrroooom.html' title='vrrroooom..'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Rsbpg82UbfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ExJsbRgd5LA/s72-c/173982991_77e6ac6b96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-7440712544378991457</id><published>2007-08-15T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T06:01:11.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. Who took your default pic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My grandpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. Exactly what are you wearing rightnow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Shirt and slacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. What is your current problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Money and girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. What makes you most happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;She makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5. What's the name of the song that you're listening to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4 lbs by Dj Tiesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;6. Do you like MTV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;No comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;7. Name something that annoys you about people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Talking too much cock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Chapter 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. Nickname?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;John Five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. Eye color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. Hair color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dark Brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Chapter 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. Do you live with your parent(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. Do you get along with your parent(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yes. We get along really well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. Are your parents married/separated/divorced?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. Do you have any brothers or sisters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2 younger brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Chapter 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. Ice cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. Season/s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. Book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Vidal Sassoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. Band/s? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The Redjumpsuit Apparatus, As I Lay Dying, Slipknot, From Autumn To Ashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5. Food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Western.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;6. Drink(s) (non alcoholic)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Coke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;7. Past-time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8. Pen color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I actually don't own a pen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;9. Store?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anywhere thats sells stuff i like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Chapter 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Do You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. Write on your hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. Call people back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yea. I guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. Sleep on a certain side of the bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. Have Mental Health Issues?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm insane, paranoid and fucked in the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Chapter 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Have You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. Broken a bone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. Had physical therapy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. Gotten surgery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yeap. Probably 1 more soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5. Taken painkillers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;6. Have you ever gone scubadiving/snorkeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yeap. In Pulau Tioman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;7. Been stung by a bee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yes. Near my tits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8. Threw up in a doctors office?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I hardly see them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Chapter 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Who/what was the last:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. Movie you saw in the movie theatres?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Live Free Or Die Hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. Person to text you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Liyana Redzuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. Thing you touched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5. Thing you said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I need a drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;6. Person you hugged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Natalie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;7. Person to call you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8. Last book you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;9. Last person you danced with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Someone you all should know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-7440712544378991457?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/7440712544378991457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=7440712544378991457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/7440712544378991457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/7440712544378991457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-1546928171029464838</id><published>2007-08-14T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T08:37:16.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>turn over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;yea. so i guess im back to blogging as i've been missing in action for awhile. my mum just came back from india. as usual a carton of marlboro reds will be brought back. it's really hard when mummy is not around. can't imagine if she were to travel more. that is how much i need her. and of course i love my dad as well. the old man still takes care of me but doesnt spoil me. unlike mum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;work today started off alrite. and so it's been awhile since i met someone. but i just got to know her and yea. she is this girl that works like a 5 minute walk away from my salon. sadly it's her last day tommorow. so yea. she is really nice. kinda talkative. and really attractive. and so i hope i get to know her more. yeap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;it's really nice now that so far my life has been going pretty smooth. though there is always the damn work stress and pressure but i think i'm getting used to it. the family is alrite and stuff. next thing i need is a vacation and my car. which is probably coming at the end of this month or the beginning of next month. so finally it's bye bye transport problems. and i would like to thank alot of people that have been taking it easy on me. giving me advice. taking care of me. i really appreciate it. all though i still look a little lost. it's me. i always will look lost. so yea. thanks again. i love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;and lastly. happy 17th birthday. i called you on time and i hope your birthday has been as merry. take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-1546928171029464838?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/1546928171029464838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=1546928171029464838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/1546928171029464838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/1546928171029464838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/08/turn-over.html' title='turn over.'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-2875556743002464948</id><published>2007-08-06T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T05:17:12.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RrcNmcouNwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XDvcBmdOEFA/s1600-h/2007_0806Kinky0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095556457566189314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RrcNmcouNwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XDvcBmdOEFA/s320/2007_0806Kinky0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RrcNhsouNvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8ulh_w8dRcY/s1600-h/2007_0806Kinky0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095556375961810674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RrcNhsouNvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8ulh_w8dRcY/s320/2007_0806Kinky0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RrcNVsouNuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R4q6LcqXzys/s1600-h/2007_0806Kinky0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095556169803380450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RrcNVsouNuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R4q6LcqXzys/s320/2007_0806Kinky0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RrcM_souNtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Hs3HroyCtdQ/s1600-h/2007_0806Kinky0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095555791846258386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RrcM_souNtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Hs3HroyCtdQ/s320/2007_0806Kinky0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RrcMr8ouNsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CvcBxD2wjxo/s1600-h/2007_0806Kinky0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095555452543841986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RrcMr8ouNsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CvcBxD2wjxo/s320/2007_0806Kinky0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RrcMNsouNrI/AAAAAAAAADs/owSEyxsAZIA/s1600-h/2007_0806Kinky0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095554932852799154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RrcMNsouNrI/AAAAAAAAADs/owSEyxsAZIA/s320/2007_0806Kinky0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RrcLssouNqI/AAAAAAAAADk/3J15ezV1rfc/s1600-h/2007_0806Kinky0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095554365917116066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RrcLssouNqI/AAAAAAAAADk/3J15ezV1rfc/s320/2007_0806Kinky0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RrcLgcouNpI/AAAAAAAAADc/KvzxJ4OLxpw/s1600-h/2007_0806Kinky0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095554155463718546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RrcLgcouNpI/AAAAAAAAADc/KvzxJ4OLxpw/s320/2007_0806Kinky0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RrcLDcouNoI/AAAAAAAAADU/-w7dUEcXX2I/s1600-h/2007_0806Kinky0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095553657247512194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RrcLDcouNoI/AAAAAAAAADU/-w7dUEcXX2I/s320/2007_0806Kinky0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy to write...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-2875556743002464948?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/2875556743002464948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=2875556743002464948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/2875556743002464948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/2875556743002464948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-lazy-to-write.html' title='=)'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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I think I did this one before.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;layer 1 : the outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;name : John Ng Lloyd&lt;br /&gt;birth date : 22 feb 1990&lt;br /&gt;current status : Stoned&lt;br /&gt;eye colour : Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;hair colour : Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;layer 2 : on the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my heritage : Chinese, Welsh, Burmist, Indian.&lt;br /&gt;my fears : Fear lives with me.&lt;br /&gt;my weaknesses : My ding dong.&lt;br /&gt;my perfect pizza : Pineapple pepperoni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;layer 3 : yesterday, today, tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my first thoughts waking up : Sigh. Have to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;my bed time : Before 2 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;my most missed memories : 2006.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;layer 4 : my pick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pepsi or coke : Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;mcd's or burger king : Mcd's.&lt;br /&gt;single or group dates : Either one would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;adidas or nike : Adidas.&lt;br /&gt;tea or nestea : Nestea.&lt;br /&gt;chocolate or vanilla : Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;cappucino or coffee : Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;layer 5 : do you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smoke : I smoke like a god.&lt;br /&gt;curse : hear me say "Fuck you la!! What the fuck!? Fuck off!!"&lt;br /&gt;take showers : Duh.&lt;br /&gt;have a crush : Not at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;go to school : Nope.&lt;br /&gt;want to get married : I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;believe in yourself : Confidence.&lt;br /&gt;think you're a health freak : Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;layer 6 : in the past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drank alcohol : Still drinking.&lt;br /&gt;gone to the mall : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;been on stage : Yup.&lt;br /&gt;eaten sushi : Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;dyed you hair : Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;layer 7 : have you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;played a stripping game : Errr. Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;changed who you were to fit in : Yea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;layer 8 : are you hoping to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get married soon : Maybe. Maybe not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;layer 9 : in a guy/girlbest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eye colour : Their natural eye colour will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;hair colour : As long it's not lala.&lt;br /&gt;short or long hair : Both are fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;layer 10 : what were you doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a minute ago : Doing this.&lt;br /&gt;an hour ago : Working.&lt;br /&gt;four and a half hours ago : Working.&lt;br /&gt;a month ago : Working.&lt;br /&gt;a year ago : Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;layer 10 : finish the sentences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love : my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i feel : empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i hate : my health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i hide : my cock in my pants. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i miss : her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i need : someone right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-4397572089517931351?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/4397572089517931351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=4397572089517931351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/4397572089517931351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/4397572089517931351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/07/tagged-again-i-think-i-did-this-one.html' title='Tagged again. I think I did this one before.'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-3397298079339636726</id><published>2007-07-12T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T06:06:50.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 things about me that will turn you off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. How tall are you barefoot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5'11. I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. Have you ever smoked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Like I said. I smoke like a god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. Do you own a gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You should check mine out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. Do you hate someone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5. Do you get nervous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;6. What do you think of hotdogs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;7. What's your favorite Christmas song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jingle Balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;9. Can you do push ups?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Duh. Everybody can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;11.What's your favorite piece of jewelry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;No idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;12. Do you like pain killers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This is a stupid question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;13. What is your secret weapon to lure the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Why would you wanna know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;14. Do you own a knife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A very small one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;15. Do you have H.I.V?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This is another stupid question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;16. Name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;John Ng Lloyd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;17. Name 3 things u wanna do at this exact moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Drink, drive, die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;18. Name the last 3 things you have bought lately:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fags, fags, fags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;19. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Beer, Water, Coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;20. What time did you wake up today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;9.00 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;22. Current worry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;23 Current hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I told you I don't hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;24. Favorite place to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My room. Nothing but peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;25. Least favorite place to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;One Utama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;26. Where would you like to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;27. Do you own slippers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yes. I can slip and fall anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;28. What shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A white shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;30. Favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Black, White, Blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;31.Would you like to be a pirate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm not sure if i'll get sea sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;32. Last time you had an alcoholic drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I am alcohol free for the past 3 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;33. What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't sing in the shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;34. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;THE BOOGEYMAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;35. What's in your pocket/s right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fags, zippo, wallet and phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;36. Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;37. Last thing that made you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Gay boy and Mei knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;38. Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I nearly lost my whole lower lip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;39. Who is your loudest friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Gay boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;42. Who is your most silent friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;None. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;43. Last movie watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Harry Potter and The Order Of The Phoenix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;44. What is your favorite book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;45. What is your favorite chocolate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;47. What song do/did you want played at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Your Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;48. What were you doing 12 AM lastnight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Snooker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;49. What was the First thing you did today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Had a ciggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;50. What was the last thing you did the day before yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-3397298079339636726?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/3397298079339636726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=3397298079339636726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/3397298079339636726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/3397298079339636726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/07/50-things-about-me-that-will-turn-you.html' title='50 things about me that will turn you off.'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-708518562565978745</id><published>2007-07-09T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T07:05:32.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ok. So basicly i got tagged by my mei and i have to write about my crush or previous ones. I'm gonna go with my previous one. I think you all will know who i'm gonna write about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I met this girl when i was form 3 in church. The first time i saw her was when we were at sunday school 2004. We ended up in the same confirmation group. And so to seem that my friend knew her. And one day she called me. There was also once i called and nearly got her into trouble. Yea. We got together a few weeks later and broke up less than a month later. That was when i nearly lost my lower lip due to an accident andd when her mom found out. We stopped talking. Until junior camp, I wrote her a letter. She said we could not be together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The next time we got together was on december, during the holidays. When it was the brewball days. And broke up a month later due to missunderstandings. Though we only lasted a very short period of time. She was there for me whenever i needed her. And there came confirmation camp. We were friends, things were alrite till marcia's 16th birthday. We had our first kiss. Then things went bad from there. On the 8th of august we got together again for the 3rd time. Honestly, it was the best relationship i ever had so far. I stayed here in malaysia because of her. It was after i graduated from college. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;We lasted for 4 months and we broke up again. This time it was really bad. I went out of control. I backstabbed her. We are not talking anymore. Well, I tried talking to her. But it was useless. I'm erased from her life. Not a day go by where i don't think about her. Though I'm not that same person i used to be. I don't think we are ever gonna talk again. But i was a good 2 years. Full of ups and downs. Yea. So that's bout it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm not gonna tag anyone. Cause i don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-708518562565978745?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/708518562565978745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=708518562565978745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/708518562565978745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/708518562565978745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-22311842350392371</id><published>2007-07-09T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T06:33:47.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I haven't blogged for awhile cause i got caught up with work and alot of headeches. So recently i left my job from dry cut, and as some of you all know i'm now working in ish salon. It's a lovely place with very nice and helpfull collegues, a understanding and caring boss and a whole lot of serious head banging side winding stress. So yea, as usual i'm that lifeless 17 year old who is working, have not much time for his friends and himself but is rich. OK. Maybe not that rich, but able to spend money like water. I have another 3 weeks, more or less before i get my licence. FINALLY!! And the car i'm gonna get? Well, nothing special. It's just a standard 1.8 4G92 Proton Putra. Yeap. But it's alrite. Better than paying cabbies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And so we went to gentings for Aun Joe's 24th birthday with Alex, Kiki, Matthew, Raymond, Krystal, William, and of course the birthday boy's wife. Azat and co. joined us there for awhile. Got damn stoned. Thats about it. Nothing much happening lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-22311842350392371?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/22311842350392371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=22311842350392371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/22311842350392371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/22311842350392371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-havent-blogged-for-awhile-cause-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-1657808805664942740</id><published>2007-05-28T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T18:51:10.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Waking up I see that everything is ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The first time in my life and now it's so great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Slowing down I look around and I am so amazed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I think about the little things that make life great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wouldn't change a thing about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This is the best feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This innocence is brilliant, I hope that it will stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This moment is perfect, please don't go away, I need you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I found a place so safe, not a single tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The first time in my life and now it's so clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Feel calm I belong, I'm so happy here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's so strong and now I let myself be sincere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wouldn't change a thing about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This is the best feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This innocence is brilliant, I hope that it will stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This moment is perfect, please don't go away, I need you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's the state of bliss you think you're dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's the happiness inside that you're feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you want to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This innocence is brilliant, it makes you want to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This innocence is brilliance, please don't go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause I need you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This innocence is brilliant, I hope that it will stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This moment is perfect, please don't go away, I need you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-1657808805664942740?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/1657808805664942740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=1657808805664942740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/1657808805664942740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/1657808805664942740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/05/innocence.html' title='innocence'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-5742425000261267508</id><published>2007-05-22T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T06:32:04.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 19th anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;to my beloved mummy and daddy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;happy 19th anniversary. love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RlLjpFNg_CI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kbh04YlCKWE/s1600-h/img_0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067362825658235938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RlLjpFNg_CI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kbh04YlCKWE/s320/img_0178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RlLkOVNg_DI/AAAAAAAAADE/zC6zxXZelp0/s1600-h/img_0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067363465608363058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RlLkOVNg_DI/AAAAAAAAADE/zC6zxXZelp0/s320/img_0244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RlLaZFNg_AI/AAAAAAAAACs/oxgP0GSOLkE/s1600-h/img_0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067352655175678978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RlLaZFNg_AI/AAAAAAAAACs/oxgP0GSOLkE/s320/img_0242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RlLizlNg_BI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NQyRXbvr0EM/s1600-h/img_0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067361906535234578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RlLizlNg_BI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NQyRXbvr0EM/s320/img_0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RlLUUlNg-5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/9FZh7YSdv5M/s1600-h/img_0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067345980796500882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RlLUUlNg-5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/9FZh7YSdv5M/s320/img_0138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RlLvSlNg_EI/AAAAAAAAADM/Wm7BwqSF3Kc/s1600-h/img_0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067375633250712642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RlLvSlNg_EI/AAAAAAAAADM/Wm7BwqSF3Kc/s320/img_0159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-5742425000261267508?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/5742425000261267508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=5742425000261267508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/5742425000261267508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/5742425000261267508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-19th-anniversary.html' title='happy 19th anniversary'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RlLjpFNg_CI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kbh04YlCKWE/s72-c/img_0178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-9008315864541368830</id><published>2007-05-14T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T09:07:32.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to my gay boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;matthew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i'm always here for you. yes she has left. but its not the end of the world. like once you said that this is life. as much as we want to change so many things. we can't. it's going to be hard. but i got your back. like what happend half a year ago. you took care of me. now i'm going to take care of you. like i promise your mei. i know i can be a bitch sometimes. but im there whenever you need me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**i did not mean to make this post sound gay. but hopefully it hits him. in a good way. not the gay way. watever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-9008315864541368830?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/9008315864541368830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=9008315864541368830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/9008315864541368830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/9008315864541368830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-my-gay-boy.html' title='to my gay boy...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-4876570498528355572</id><published>2007-05-13T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T06:33:23.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye mei..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;it was my mei's last day here on friday.. had dinner with her, matt and her family.. then headed to steven's corner for our last mamak session till dunno when...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063992223111200066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RkbqGMPiPUI/AAAAAAAAABc/qdy7o0JpNYI/s320/11-05-07_2336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063990797182057778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RkbozMPiPTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9Hz8F8MTEqM/s320/11-05-07_2334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063989036245466402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RkbnMsPiPSI/AAAAAAAAABM/82-Nwv2y9Sg/s320/11-05-07_2333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063988095647628562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RkbmV8PiPRI/AAAAAAAAABE/QT_7k4XDm10/s320/11-05-07_2332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063987313963580674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RkblocPiPQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Wk9peONIviI/s320/11-05-07_2331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063986540869467378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/Rkbk7cPiPPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Fe8kVqjbryk/s320/11-05-07_2330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;thanks for being around.. though i havent said this but thank you.. you actually kept all of us together.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;like i promise.. i will take care of matt.. you take care and remember you always have a family here.. kor loves you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;**&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well gay boy.. we are back to square one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-4876570498528355572?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/4876570498528355572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=4876570498528355572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/4876570498528355572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/4876570498528355572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/05/goodbye-mei.html' title='goodbye mei..'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RkbqGMPiPUI/AAAAAAAAABc/qdy7o0JpNYI/s72-c/11-05-07_2336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-3674424779395592079</id><published>2007-05-07T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T08:03:56.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"How old were you when you first..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"How old were you when you first....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. Fell in love-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;    When i was 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. Lost someone close to you- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;    My grandpa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. Drank alcohol-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;    At the age of 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. Smoked- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;    15 i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5. Got kissed- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;    Spiderman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;6. Been to the hospital- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;    When i was born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;7. Got your heart broken-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;    16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8. Lost a pet- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;    Can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;9. Got arrested- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;    Nearly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;10. Got a tattoo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;11. Broken a bone-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Broken someones bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;12. Got a job- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      What the hell you think i'm doing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;13. Got cheated on-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;14. Rode the city bus alone?- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      15 years old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;15. Went to a concert?- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      10 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;17. Got a cell phone- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      12 years old. Cause i did alright for my Upsr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;18. Snuck out of the house- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      I more more freedom than all of you. Wanna bet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;19. Drove a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      15 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;20. How old are you now?-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;       17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-3674424779395592079?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/3674424779395592079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=3674424779395592079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/3674424779395592079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/3674424779395592079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-old-were-you-when-you-first.html' title='&quot;How old were you when you first...&quot;'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-4237553007479980352</id><published>2007-05-05T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T07:02:28.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I would like say congrats to my kor and my jie.. jie has gave birth to a very healthy baby girl.. they are now refered to as uncle joe and aunty cheryl.. lol.. pics will be uploaded soon... and im gonna sleep now cause im zombiefied... maisons was great btw.. things went as planned.. except for some parts.. bla bla bla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-4237553007479980352?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/4237553007479980352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=4237553007479980352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/4237553007479980352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/4237553007479980352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/05/congrats.html' title='Congrats..'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-8957805821600851321</id><published>2007-05-05T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T06:55:10.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spiderman 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061066293820669090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RjyE-sPiPKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I9PfcYu2-z4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i watched spiderman 3 at the second day of its release.. it was really good.. slight dissappointments... like how venom and the symbiote costume look like.. but anyways.. they really did a good job... as usual... i would check if they come out with the statues and this is what i found...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RjyHkMPiPNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m9UXeU1TayY/s1600-h/gargoylesanddarkactionfigures_1947_14371389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061069137089019090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RjyHkMPiPNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m9UXeU1TayY/s320/gargoylesanddarkactionfigures_1947_14371389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RjyGXsPiPLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iQ7tm-9EZ_A/s1600-h/gargoylesanddarkactionfigures_1949_3915702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061067822829026482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RjyGXsPiPLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iQ7tm-9EZ_A/s320/gargoylesanddarkactionfigures_1949_3915702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RjyK5MPiPOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/H0mydC8vsaU/s1600-h/Venom_combo.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061072796401155298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RjyK5MPiPOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/H0mydC8vsaU/s320/Venom_combo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RjyGzcPiPMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/a6KoVyyexoY/s1600-h/gargoylesanddarkactionfigures_1947_15062744.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061068299570396354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RjyGzcPiPMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/a6KoVyyexoY/s320/gargoylesanddarkactionfigures_1947_15062744.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RjyGzcPiPMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/a6KoVyyexoY/s1600-h/gargoylesanddarkactionfigures_1947_15062744.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;raaaAARRrr!! they cost a bomb... all of them are half of my monthly pay... pfffft... will get my hands on them soon... hopefully...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-8957805821600851321?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/8957805821600851321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=8957805821600851321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/8957805821600851321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/8957805821600851321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-3.html' title='spiderman 3'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/RjyE-sPiPKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I9PfcYu2-z4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-4750968696817344853</id><published>2007-04-26T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T06:17:18.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>half a mile to death...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so i was half dead today at work because of last night.. but had fun though.. jen jen and her friends came over when i was working.. ponteng-ed work for bout half an hour to have lunch with them and headed to the bank to withdraw money... yesterday was also really stressfull.. i still can't believe that out of 5 junior stylist 2 are dead.. and most of the work was pushed to me.. nevermind that.. shall rant about that later... yea.. after work met up with carls and we dropped by jen's dads restraunt.. which had really nice food.. hehe.. after dinner talk cock abit.. then went to jen's place with her friends.. chill sikit.. not sikit.. quite long actually untill bout 2 in the morning.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ahh.. today.. i couldn't wake up.. but as usual.. i will somehow, always drag my dead carcass up from bed.. bleah.. i swear i could have died in work today... anyways.. i eyes are dying.. and i'm so damn lazy to rant or wateva.. nite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-4750968696817344853?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-4375866018148621815</id><published>2007-04-18T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T08:10:39.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah.. i was bored.. but i actually called up to see how you were doing... im not trying to make things clear, making things better or think that things will fall into place after sometime... i'm just that ex boyfriend wanting to know how have you been doing lately.. thats all.. maybe its a liltle too much to ask.. anyways.. i hope you are really doing alright.. take care..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-4375866018148621815?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/4375866018148621815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=4375866018148621815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/4375866018148621815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/4375866018148621815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/04/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-5308751081560724703</id><published>2007-04-11T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:43:44.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mummy is back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;kay... i just knida got off work... really tired.. yea.. mummy came back yesterday.. after a week in dubai and left the four of us at home... went to KLIA at bout 12 midnite to fetch her... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;she bought freakin loads of chocolate... she bought me beer from dubai.. and belive it or not.. its arabic beer... arabians actually drink... damn cool... one minute one of my friends who is a muslim says that beer is the piss of the devil.. funny though.. i was like shiiit... i've been drinking piss from hell.. riiiight.. anyways.. the beer also taste quite good.. fair amount of alchohol... and i got this key chain which is the hand of fatimah... i really dun have much to wirte... update soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-5308751081560724703?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/5308751081560724703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=5308751081560724703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/5308751081560724703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/5308751081560724703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/04/mummy-is-back.html' title='mummy is back...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-359493639953188499</id><published>2007-04-10T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:59:30.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by kiki..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;5 things found in your bag :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Cutting scissors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Hairstyling tools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Stooopid undang undang booklet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Hair wax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Duck clips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;5 things found in your purse / wallet :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*My mat rempit look-a-like ID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Prayers (I'm holy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Money (Of Course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Name Cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Discount Cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;5 favorite things in your room :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*My liquor bottles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*My SPAWNS!!! I love them so much.. And more to come..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Marvel icons Venom.. They are already unavailable... Muaharharrr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*My fucked up laptop.. But has all my stuff in it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*My bass guitar.. It's already six years old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;5 types of people : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*People that i can get along with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Tattoo freaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Car freaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Art freaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Drink lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;5 things you’ve always wanted to do / try :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Drive a car going at 300 miles per hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Get my whole body tattoo-ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Kick someone in the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Keep really long hair (Working on it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Make someone's sweet sixteen really sweet =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;5 things you're currently into :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Hairstyling (I am an apprentice after all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*God Of War 2 (I'm Kratos!! The God Of War!! Raaaarrrrr!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;5 people you tag :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Can't remember who...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-359493639953188499?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/359493639953188499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=359493639953188499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/359493639953188499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/359493639953188499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/04/tagged-by-kiki.html' title='tagged by kiki..'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-8895720245279519034</id><published>2007-04-10T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:36:24.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recents..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;alrite... so that day i was about to publish my post.. and suddenly... the com dc-ed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i was like wtf.. i spent 20 mins doing that shit and i was a click to finishing it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;fuck head.. im lazy to type it all over again.. so i'll just do it in point form..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-i just got my tattoo done... its so sore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-i'm gonna be an apprentice for the next god knows how long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-my driving instucter tried to cheat my money... jibai... but didn't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-i failed my undang undang twice.. by 1 point... ma cau fa hai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-work is really great and i'm enjoying it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-i nearly punched my collegue so hard that his mom wouldn't regconize him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-i miss gay boy matt, mei and those i haven't been seeing for quite some time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-i met this girl during work but didn't get her number cause i was ball-less..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-daddy plans to get a tattoo of a koi carp.. i'm getting one in 2 months.. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-mummy is coming back from dubai tonite.. yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-i'm still emo-ing.. i really don't know why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-i started sleeping so early even my dad couldn't believe it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-i've been pms-ing alot.. so don't piss me off... i'm not in a jolly mood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-i feel like breaking someone's face... but i dunno who...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-i think i need to get stoned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i think that was about it.. not sure if i left out anything... anyways.. bye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-8895720245279519034?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/8895720245279519034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=8895720245279519034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/8895720245279519034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/8895720245279519034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/04/recents.html' title='recents..'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-1781798309846895497</id><published>2007-04-05T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T07:58:15.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;LAYER 1: ON THE OUTSIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Name: John Ng Lloyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Birth Date: 22nd Febuary 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Current Status: Single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eye Colour: Dark Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hair Colour: Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Righty or Lefty: Lefty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;LAYER 2: ON THE INSIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My Heritage : Chinese+Burmist+Indian+Welsh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My Fears : Getting hurt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My Perfect Pizza : You really don't wanna know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;LAYER 3: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My Thoughts First Waking Up : Fuck... Gonna be late for work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My Bedtime : n/a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My Most Missed Memory: Being loved...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;LAYER 4: MY PICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: Both!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Single or Group Dates: Anything would do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Adidas or Nike: Puma!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tea or Nestea: Coffee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate of course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: Fuck head.. Now you ask about coffee... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;LAYER 5: DO YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Smoke: Yes.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Curse: Don't try me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Take a Shower: At least twice a day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Have a Crush: I think i do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Think You've Been In Love: I still am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Go To School: I'm fucking working...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Want To Get Married: When my single life is over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Believe In Yourself: Duh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Think You're A Health Freak: Im already dying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;LAYER 6: IN THE PAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Drank Alcohol: Countless times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Gone To The Mall : Havent been there in a long time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Perform On Stage: Yeah.. Long time ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eaten Sushi: It's been awhile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;LAYER 7: HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Played A Stripping Game: Nope... Love to try...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Changed Who You Were To Fit In: Didn't work out... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;LAYER 8: AGE YOU'RE HOPING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;To Be Married: 26-30.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;LAYER 9: IN A GUY/GIRL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Best Eye Colour: Natural..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Best Hair Colour: Natural as well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Short Hair or Long Hair: Short or long will be fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;LAYER 10: WHAT WERE YOU DOING..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A Minute Ago: Doing this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;An Hour Ago: Blog hopping, chatting.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;4.5 Hours Ago: Working...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;1 Month Ago: Being Lifeless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;1 Year Ago: In college...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;LAYER 11: FINISH THE SENTENCES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I love : Her, myself, gay boy, family and friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I hate: It when i'm out of ciggarettes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I hide: My fears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I miss: Her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I need: To sleep now.. Good night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-1781798309846895497?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/1781798309846895497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=1781798309846895497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/1781798309846895497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/1781798309846895497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-one.html' title='another one...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-1180197020034073182</id><published>2007-04-02T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:10:29.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrred!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. Do you know where your brother is right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;   School.. i guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. Last time you hugged someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;    Can't remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. What is something you've learned about yourself recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;    That i have a million dollar fuck face smile =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. What color is your watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;    Silver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5. Do you like anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;    I guess so... Everybody has someone in mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;6. Do you know of anyone who likes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;    Yesh... My gay boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;7. Where do you work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;    Dry Cut at Bangsar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8. What are you listening to rightnow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;    Wasted by Carrie Underwood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;9. what do you smell like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;    Polo double black... Nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;10. What color are your pants/jeans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Dark blue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;11. Closest thing to your left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      My phone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;12. What color is your shirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      White and Pink...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;13. Do you have a brother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Yeah.... 2 of them in fact...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;14. Time you were born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      11.30 in the morning i think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;15. Do you know anyone who is engaged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Dun wanna talk bout them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;16. What's your favorite number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      err.. 17 i guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;17. what's your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Black...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;18. What color is your mom's hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Brown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;19. Do you remember singing any songs as a kid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Ohhh!!!! this one i know.. You are not alone by Micheal Jackson...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;20. When was the last time you wentswimming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;       Long long time ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;21. When was the last time you talkedto one of your siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Can't remember..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;22. Did you ever go to camp as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Never really did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;23. Do you play an instrument?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Yeah.. the bass and the guitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;24. Do you like fire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Of course i love em.. they light my ciggarettes.. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;25. Are you allergic to anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Antibiotics, cats and the sun.. sucks huh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;26. When was the last time you laughed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;27. Have you ever been to a spA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;     Nope... heard it was cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;28. Did you take science all fouryears of high school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      I never went to skool remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;29. Do you like butterflies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      I know someone that does... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;30. What is one thing you miss about your past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Being with someone that was there for you.. I miss her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;31. Have you ever seen the school counselor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Fuck yeah.. The fuck head called me satan's child...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;32. Have you ever wanted to be a teacher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Children will be on drugs and ciggarettes at the age of 7...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;33. What is one thing you've learned about life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      That nothing comes easy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;34. Are you jealous of anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Nope... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;35. Is anyone jealous of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;       Why are you asking me this stupid question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;36. Ever been stuck in an elevator?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Yesh!! On the way to borneo ink.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;37. What does your mom call you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      John?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;38. What does your siblings call you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      John?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;39. What does you hair look like right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      The usual hairband...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;40. Has a friend ever used you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;       I have very loving friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;41. Has anyone recently told you that they like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Liking me is like liking the devil.. No one wants to like the devil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;42. What have you eaten today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      Why do you care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;46. Is your hair naturally curly or straight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;      I have very wavvy hair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-1180197020034073182?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/1180197020034073182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=1180197020034073182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/1180197020034073182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/1180197020034073182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/04/boooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrred.html' title='boooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrred!!!'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-3013378256441415490</id><published>2007-03-31T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T06:37:42.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another survey..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. My ex is still: Living her life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. I am listening to: Your revolution is a joke by funeral for a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. Maybe I should: Get stoned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. I love: Her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;5. I don't understand: Her, myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;6. I lost: Too many things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;7. People say: I am as fucked up as the devil..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;8. The meaning of my screen name is: Can you ask better questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;9. Love is: All i need right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;10. Somewhere, someone is: Planing to kill me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;11. I will always: Love her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;12. Forever is: No such thing fuck face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;14. I never ever want to: Be gay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;15. My cell phone is: Motorola V3i..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;16.When I wake up in the morning: Light a ciggarette..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;17. I get annoyed if: You ask me this question again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;18. Parties are: for idiots like me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;19. My pet(s) is (are): Dead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;20. Kisses are the best when: She kissed me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;21. Today I: burned my hand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;22. Tomorrow: burn someones hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;23. I really want: to do anything for her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;24. My girlfriend is: I don't fucking have one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;25. My mom and my dad: are still going strong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-3013378256441415490?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/3013378256441415490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=3013378256441415490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/3013378256441415490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/3013378256441415490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-survey_31.html' title='another survey..'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-3483798566618898499</id><published>2007-03-25T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T07:06:32.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the real world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;some people say that it's amazing... that i live my own life.. no skool... having a proper income.. and some say that they will give anything to have that... the truth is.. if i could go back to skool and study.. i would.. the skool life was so relaxing the last time i remembered it? so what if you have spm or exams? when you go to college.. it is still the same.. the only differences is that your life is more relaxing.. you all so much free time.. people like me start work at 10.. we punch our cards at 9.30.. and you all know how long i take to get ready... we finish at 8 or maybe later.. oh.. we don't have lunch break btw... and we only have a day off... so basicly i'd rather stay in skool and shake my legs than get fucked left, right, center, up, down, center every single day... well.. some people like my family and friends encourage me to go through every single day.. till i become someone.. they are the ones that give that extra push.. so that i drag my dead carcass to work.. the rest of the fellas say that john is a stupid fuck.. didn't finish skool.. soesnt know jack shit.. hopeless... bla bla bla bla.. my answer back to you is.. fuck off.. i hear you saying shit in my face.. a chair comes flying.. you cross my line.. ill break your face... and just for the record... all of us are the same.. we are equally fucked up.. maybe i am a lil more.. but i am 50,000 steps ahead of you and i know where i stand in this world and you don't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-3483798566618898499?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/3483798566618898499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=3483798566618898499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/3483798566618898499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/3483798566618898499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/03/real-world.html' title='the real world...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-4704831742854287294</id><published>2007-03-22T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T06:12:20.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pushed back into hell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i'm always wrong.. i'm never right... i'm always fucked up... even when i try to be nice... just when the i dragged my body out of hell... i get pushed back in.. when the fuck will this end? im sorry for what i did... call me a hypocrite or whatever the fuck you want... i didn't do it to backstab you.. ok? dun belive me.. fine.. you want your chain back.. look for me... like i said.. im not looking for you... hate me as much as you want... the whole world already does... i never did pick on you.. i never did torture you... ask the world... but what the fuck la.. you probably don't give 2 shits bout me do you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-4704831742854287294?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/4704831742854287294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=4704831742854287294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/4704831742854287294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/4704831742854287294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/03/pushed-back-into-hell.html' title='pushed back into hell...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-5895812536305225868</id><published>2007-03-21T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T06:02:41.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another survey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whose picture is it that you keep in your wallet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My younger brother and her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;2. What time do you usually go to bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;That really depends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;3. What was the last thing you did before filling this survey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Smoke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;4. Who are the people you always meet the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My gay boy, mei, carls.. and the list go on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;5. Who's the person you're gonna call if you need help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Gay boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;6. What's on your mind right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You don't wanna know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;7. Who's number on your speed dials?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Don't have speed dails...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;8. With whom do you wanna be to have fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;If she was still around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;9. What movie do u wanna watch now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;300!! the movie is inspiring!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOR THE GLORY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;10. When was the last time you went out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Just now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;11. What do you hate the most for now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My right arm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;12. When was the first time you slept alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;At the age for 5...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;13. What do you wanna do for now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Smoke some shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;14. What do you do everyday besides eat and sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Smoke, smoke, smoke.. Stone, stone, stone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;15. What could piss you off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Someone who fucks around with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;16. Are you a animal lover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;17. Colors that make you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nothing particular..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;18. Most fav thing in your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My spawns and my laptop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;19. What was the last thing you bought for your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My spawn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;20. Any instruments in your room?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My bass guitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;21. Can you cook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wish i knew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;22. Miss someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yes.. More than anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;23. Plan to buy something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A pack of ciggarettes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;24. Are you satisfied with your life now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Not yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;25. Do you like seafood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's alright i guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;26. Breakfast or dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;27. What do you usually eat forbreakfast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bread la... What else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;28. Did you eat breakfast today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was too stoned to eat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;29. Do you recycle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;30. Do u have a laptop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yes.. although it doesn't have internet.. But there is alot of stuff in there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;31. What is your favourite fast food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anything would do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;32. Cats or dogs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm allergic to cats...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;33. Salty or sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sweet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;34. City or country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;City...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;35. How do you prefer to spend your holiday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A bottle of whisky, my friends, food and ciggarettes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;36. Is kissing normal for your age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fuck yeah... Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;37. Are you athletic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Used to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;38. Do you swear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;More than you smoke in a century...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;39. Would you ditch your friends for a date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Depends.. Which is more important...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;40. Do you have your own cell phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yeap.. My V3i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;41. What do you wear to bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Shorts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;42. Ever had a crush on a teacher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I never had a hot teacher.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;43. Coke or pepsi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;What is the difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;44. Sugar or spice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sugar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;45. Can you use chopsticks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Do you think I'm stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;46. Do you like to read for pleasure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The question sounds wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;47. Do you care about getting good grades?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I never went to school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;48. Have u ever fallen sleep in class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Everyday.. When i was in school..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;49. Get a job or ask your parents for money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Both...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;50. Is your dad strict?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Used to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;51. Do your parents give you enough privacy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I got all the privacy in the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;52. Would you trade places (in life)with your close friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm happy with my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-5895812536305225868?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/5895812536305225868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=5895812536305225868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/5895812536305225868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/5895812536305225868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-survey.html' title='another survey...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-8975477178339332678</id><published>2007-03-21T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T05:22:06.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mexican green...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;yesterday i dragged my sorry ass off the bed and headed to help college to collect cash from sher and mj.. finally!! i have money for myself... met up with carls in mid valley and had lunch at chilli's.. carls was looking for a job so we went to bangsar village.. the new wing was pretty ok.. looked big.. but wasn't all that big.. so yea... went for a couple of interviews then we took a cab to taman desa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;dota-ed.. download stuff.. then matt came.. he wanted to bash up a taxi driver cause the taxi drive didn't give him back his change... yeah... jon lee came later.. went to his place to smoke some shit.. ahh... relaxing... and stress relief.. he pass me some to last.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;so yea.. thats about what has been happening.. i'm gonna pot now... mexican green.. good shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-8975477178339332678?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/8975477178339332678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=8975477178339332678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/8975477178339332678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/8975477178339332678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/03/mexican-green.html' title='mexican green...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-1810952243243667249</id><published>2007-03-19T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T06:42:59.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;well... today i woke up about 12 in the afternoon... got ready and headed to bangsar shopping complex for an interview with grace salon... yeap.. the famous grace salon... unfortunately.. if i were to work there i had to start form scratch... that would be all the way to the bottom... good thing is that she would help built my career.. now the problem comes in... i'm not very sure if i'm going to do hairstyling for the next 30 to 40 years... so yea... after that i went for another interview in telawi.. dry cut... i applied for a junior stylist or a stylist job.. they called me in the afternoon and asked me to come in to work on saturday... which is on the 24th of march... so yea.. till then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-1810952243243667249?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/1810952243243667249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=1810952243243667249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/1810952243243667249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/1810952243243667249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-to-work.html' title='back to work...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-5049607082392959967</id><published>2007-03-18T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T04:02:36.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;if you are trying to hit me from the back.. don't think about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i am the last person you wanna fuck around with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i am also as fucked up as you.. so fuck off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-5049607082392959967?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/5049607082392959967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=5049607082392959967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/5049607082392959967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/5049607082392959967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/03/fuck-off.html' title='fuck off'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-492132428603907954</id><published>2007-03-16T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T01:05:15.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>survey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;[my name is]: John Ng Lloyd&lt;br /&gt;[in the morning i am]: Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;[all i need is]: Weed&lt;br /&gt;[i’m afraid of]: Lizards..&lt;br /&gt;[i dream about]: Myself dying after a ding-dong potted 5 bullets in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourites&lt;br /&gt;[colour]: Black&lt;br /&gt;[number]: 17&lt;br /&gt;[subject]: Err.. Never actually had one...&lt;br /&gt;[clothing brand]: Anything that is nice would be fine..&lt;br /&gt;[shoe brand]: Same..&lt;br /&gt;[sport to play]: Is stoning a sport?&lt;br /&gt;[drink]: Carlsberg.. yummy...&lt;br /&gt;[animal]: Wolfs...&lt;br /&gt;[holiday]: Sleep, Stone, Get Drunk, Fly...&lt;br /&gt;[favourite line from a movie]: PREPARE FOR GLORY!! WE ARE THE SPARTANS!!&lt;br /&gt;[band]: From autumn to ashes, in flames, funeral for a friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who..&lt;br /&gt;[makes you laugh the most]: No idea...&lt;br /&gt;[makes you smile]: Everybody does...&lt;br /&gt;[gives you a funny feeling when you see them]: No one actually...&lt;br /&gt;[has a crush on you]: Having a crush on me is like having a crush on the devil..&lt;br /&gt;[easiest to talk to]: Gay boy matt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you ever..&lt;br /&gt;[sit on the internet all day waiting for someone special to i.m. you?]: Sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;[save aol/aim conversations]: Nope...&lt;br /&gt;[wish you were a member of the opposite sex]: Never..&lt;br /&gt;[cry because of someone saying something to you]: I fon't give a fuck what people say about me..&lt;br /&gt;[fallen for your best friend]: Nah...&lt;br /&gt;[been rejected]: Definately...&lt;br /&gt;[rejected someone]: A must...&lt;br /&gt;[used someone]: Wouldn't try...&lt;br /&gt;[been cheated on]: Nearly...&lt;br /&gt;[done something you regret]: Have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was the last person&lt;br /&gt;[you talked to on the phone]: Sandra Mae&lt;br /&gt;[hugged]: Cheryl.. i think...&lt;br /&gt;[you instant messaged]: Carlston.. SPARTA!!!&lt;br /&gt;[you laughed with]: Younger Bro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you&lt;br /&gt;[obsessive]: Sometimes.. i guess...&lt;br /&gt;[could you live without the computer]: Maybe&lt;br /&gt;[how many peeps are on your buddylist]: Can't remember..&lt;br /&gt;[what’s your favorite food]: Western...&lt;br /&gt;[fruit]: DURIAN!!&lt;br /&gt;[drink alcohol]: Almost everyday.. x)&lt;br /&gt;[like watching sunrises or sunset]: Sunset..&lt;br /&gt;[trust others way too easily]: Nope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number..&lt;br /&gt;[of times u have had your heart broken]: Once.. It was real bad...&lt;br /&gt;[of hearts u have broken]: One.. It was also really bad...&lt;br /&gt;[of continents I have lived in]: One&lt;br /&gt;[of drugs taken illegally]: Hehe.. Can't remember..&lt;br /&gt;[of tight friends]: Gay Boy Matt...&lt;br /&gt;[of cds that i own]: Lelong.. buy 3 get 1 free...&lt;br /&gt;[of books]: I think i only have less than 5...&lt;br /&gt;[of scars on my body]: Plenty...&lt;br /&gt;[of things in my past that I regret]: Still counting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pick one..&lt;br /&gt;[marry perfect friend or perfect lover]: Lover.&lt;br /&gt;[cats or dogs]: Woof!! Woof!!!&lt;br /&gt;[1 or 2 pillows]: How can you sleep with one pillow?&lt;br /&gt;[with or without ice cubes]: Of course with...&lt;br /&gt;[top or bottom]: bottom...&lt;br /&gt;[winter / spring / summer / fall]: Summer... Alot of things you can see...&lt;br /&gt;[night or day]: Night.&lt;br /&gt;[gloves or mittens]: Gloves.&lt;br /&gt;[dressed or undressed]: Which one you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;[bunk or water bed:] Bunk...&lt;br /&gt;[mtv or vh1]: MTV.&lt;br /&gt;[ocean or pool]: Ocean...&lt;br /&gt;[showers or baths]: As long as i'm clean...&lt;br /&gt;[love or lust]: Definately Love...&lt;br /&gt;[silver or gold]: Silver.. Hate Gold...&lt;br /&gt;[diamonds or pearls]: I'm not a lady...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could..&lt;br /&gt;[move anywhere]: Suppose to be in U.S now.. Fuck...&lt;br /&gt;[meet one famous person]: Jessica Alba!!&lt;br /&gt;[live with one person the rest of your life]: My Wife?&lt;br /&gt;[name one thing you love]: My lovely fucked up life...&lt;br /&gt;[name one thing that embarrasses you:]: Kena bang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly&lt;br /&gt;[do you like school]: That is why i dropped out...&lt;br /&gt;[do you like to talk on the telephone]: Wehn i feel like it...&lt;br /&gt;[do you like to dance]: If i could.. I would...&lt;br /&gt;[do you sing in the shower]: Nope...&lt;br /&gt;[do you think cheerleading is a sport]: I'm not sure myself...&lt;br /&gt;[what’s on your ceiling]: Light...&lt;br /&gt;[what’s the hardest thing about growing up]: Looking at yourself grow old.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-492132428603907954?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/492132428603907954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=492132428603907954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/492132428603907954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/492132428603907954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/03/survey.html' title='survey...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-8304799457317382513</id><published>2007-03-16T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T00:28:28.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your revolution is a joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;They stand to fight for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;We show them how stupid we've become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;As fortune favours only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;those who care to much to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh it will never be okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;as some will say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;We stand to fight for nothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;so close your eyes and stay away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Don't believe their headlines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;they&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; poison&lt;/span&gt; our lives, everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh it will never be the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;the purpose bearing everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The lies that lead you into the grave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;As some will say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And you will never be okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;as some will say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Purpose bearing everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;as some will say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lies that lead you to the grave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;as some will say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;your revolution is a joke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;as I will say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-8304799457317382513?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/8304799457317382513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=8304799457317382513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/8304799457317382513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/8304799457317382513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/03/your-revolution-is-joke.html' title='your revolution is a joke'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-7405856688145730911</id><published>2007-03-15T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T07:22:53.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>metaphoric lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;he woke up today... thought that it is time for his life to turn around... he smiled to his mummy early in the morning... they took a drive down town.. hoping that everything will trun out alright... while we were waiting for the results... the lady that was on the counter rejected his request... he can't help but to start questioning his ownself... why? the only question was why.. haven't i gave you enough proof that i deserve my visa? he hold in his tears as much as he can... mummy was really dissapointed and so was the son... he really thought that it is time to start a new life over there... he really couldn't wait to get out of here... even his aunt and uncle could not believe it... they prepared a room for him... it was really beautiful... all his life he never thought that he would get this chance get out of this country... he was so excited to go... though he didn't really know what he wanted to do there... after months of working morning till night... 10 to 9.. saving all the money he could get... and now his dream of getting out of this country.. the adredeline rush he had to see something new was all crushed down... just like that... when he reached home.. he got down the car and just took off... he was at the back alley near his house.. tearing and smoking.. he called his pet brother... crying.. he also left both of his jobs.. he called his ex girlfriend.. though maybe she doesnt want to see his fucked up face anymore.. he really didnt know who he could go to.. the love he has for her is still there.. thinking maybe she could comfort him a little.. it didn't help.. he called his younger sis.. his older sis.. they were there for him.. but the spirit left in him has just faded away... he sat down a think carefully.. what has become of him and what has happend to his life.. he lost a person that he loved so much.. because he was fucked up.. if there was something.. someone or anything that would ask him to pay a price of any cost to get her back.. he definately would... he lost his chance of getting a new life and future.. but people that loved him so much.. told him.. maybe its not time for you to go... maybe there is something here for you before you go... and they told him that it will take much more than that to bring me down.. he got up on his feet.. and he started a new life.. here.. in this very country... another six months.. and he will give it one more try... he thanks all those who have been there for him.. even though when he was so screwed up.. he wants them to more he love them from the bottom of his heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-7405856688145730911?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/7405856688145730911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=7405856688145730911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/7405856688145730911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/7405856688145730911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-begining.html' title='metaphoric lie'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-6907662616206666118</id><published>2007-03-13T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T11:47:59.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever goes around comes around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;that something u would wanna find in a person is what kind of person he or she really is... i sat down and think.. what kind of a person am i? sitting down on my old chair.. with my music playing and a ciggarette... and then i realize... john five... you are really one hell of a fucked up person... thinking back of the things that i have done to hurt every single person that i love in life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;it irritates my mind sometimes i just wanna die... december 2005... i got my friend into an accident... 1 out of 5 of us were sent to the hospital... 30 stiches and a nearly broken jaw.. my friends car was a total loss... feb 2006... i could not take it in school.. so i dropped out and started hairstyling... now.. im working 2 jobs.. restraunt managing and free lancing in hairstyling... may 2006.. me and some people.. rob 2 advertising companies... june 2006.. i broke someone's heart... really badly... i'm sorry... march 2007.. i lied to someone.. again i have nothing to say... not because i do not feel guilty.. because im speechless... im sorry... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;these are just the few things remembered then... though there was alot happening... sometimes don't you just wonder... when is karma or whatever gonna get back at me? there is a saying whatever goes around comes around right? i'm really just waiting... waiting for it... to bite me so hard.. for all the things i have done... i know what i have did... and i know what ill get.. but i dunno when... i'm not looking for sympathy but i just wanna let you readers know.. how fucked up i really am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-6907662616206666118?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/6907662616206666118/comments/default' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-9212636199581045221</id><published>2007-03-12T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T05:36:07.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the usual weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;saturday was a pretty much boring day... until the nite that is.. jon came and pick me up about 7.30.. then we headed to pick up sher and sammo... went makan.. and then we were at bar blonde for amanda choe's 18th birthday... layan for a while and then off to maison's where sammo was working and a few of jon's friends was there.. one of jon's friends happend to work with me a couple of months back in a salon located at damansara jaya.. so yea... got home bout 3+ and crashed in my bed... i wasnt drunk but tired.. and trust me.. it was a very sober nite... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;sunday morning.. as usual gay boy matt would disturb my sleep... and mei would come along... we went to mid valley later on... was in brewball.. foosing.. unfortunately.. matt has gotten so much better.. so i got ta pau-ed quite badly... we took a cab to taman desa and eat.. dota-ed for awhile.. yam cha.. and i went off to amcorp... saw a few friends.. and we decided to order pizza for dinner... it was canadian pizza... not bad though... it was nice and filling... me and allan headed to taman bahagia.. we picked up alfred and headed to the mamak.. i realized i haven't yam cha with alfred for what.. about 1 and half years.. so did some catching up.. and i went home straight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;today i woke up really late.. so i ponteng work.. will be back to work tmr.. yea.. basicly just helped out with house chores and sleep.. sleep... and more sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-9212636199581045221?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/9212636199581045221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=9212636199581045221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/9212636199581045221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/9212636199581045221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/03/usual-weekend.html' title='the usual weekend...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-7978535716792662422</id><published>2007-03-10T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T02:49:10.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sien sien sien....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I"M BORED!!! WHERE IS MY &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GAY BOY&lt;/span&gt;!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-7978535716792662422?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/7978535716792662422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=7978535716792662422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/7978535716792662422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/7978535716792662422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/03/sien-sien-sien.html' title='sien sien sien....'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-2858073538009087985</id><published>2007-03-07T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:44:48.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking back at the past...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/41/08/3688014/33283518736892l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/41/08/3688014/33283518736892l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;these few days it just linger in my head wheather i was meant for her... wheather we are suppose to be together... or maybe we live in so different lifes that things would just not work out... the truth is.. i do not know the answer... everytime i think about it... it just start to hurt... thinking back of the times we were together... when i was just on top of the world when we are together... i always thought that it'll last for a very long time... i don;t know if 2 years is long... but in that 2 years we just got hurt.. went to somone else... when it felt wrong.. that someone would be just put aside and we will get back together... i also thought that maybe we were meant for each other... but again and again and again.. i was wrong... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;some people who were there for me said that just give it time.. after awhile.. u will get back on your feet and go on with your own life... i knew it a long time that time doesnt heal your wounds... it just helps you to get over it.. that is if your lucky... i have spent 3 almost for months picking up where i left off... till today... i still feel the pain inside... if u asked me today if i'd regret staying back here for this girl... being with this girl.. or loving this girl.. the answer is no... i do not regret.. though she had made me gone through hell.. but she also showed me alot of things... its also one of the reasons i still have her chain on... think of me as a pathetic fuck... i do not care... i am now that better person because of her... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2 years ago.. people like matt, sandra, marcia and her were the only people that i appreaciate.. the people that i value... even though all of us are seperated to our own worlds... i will always keep those memories in my heart... like late nite sneak out into the park.. under the tunnel.. late nite calls... calling each other stupid names.. pool... brewball.. confirmation.. outings to one utama and mid valley... baby do u still love me?.. poyo.. lala shuffle dance.. yea... it is true that good memories do keep you alive... but anyways i am only 17.. you would never know what will happen in the future.. so yea.. i will always love you...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-2858073538009087985?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/2858073538009087985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=2858073538009087985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/2858073538009087985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/2858073538009087985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/03/looking-back-at-past.html' title='looking back at the past...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-5945140950000144989</id><published>2007-03-06T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T01:00:38.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>off to the states soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;bloddy hell... never knew that getting a visa to the states would be so hectic... so basicly me and mummy was online for about 2 hours.. figuring out how to register and make an appointment for thye interview... blah blah blah... and we got them done... the american embassy wants a picture of me passport size.. hair must be all to the back... must be able to see my forehead and ears clearly... my interview is on the 15th of march... and its a 100 dollars (american dollars) for the interview.. and if i dun get my visa.. they keep the 100 dollars... we check the air ticket and it was about 2k++.. the only thing done was that the money to the states was already covered.. which mummy decided that i should bring 300 dollars incase... so you do the math and figure out how much is it here... bleah... so basicly by end of the month i'll be broke... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;tommorow is daddy's birthday.. and he is turning 55... old man... so i guess plans tommorow will be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;12.00- tattoo appointment with borneo ink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;5.00- run somewhere and get daddy's birthday present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;6.00- help mummy prepare dinner before daddy comes home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;8.00- daddy's birthday dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;10.00- do whatever the fuck i want... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;yea... and i might be leaving to johor for work... sighs... more work to do... im off tommorow but i have to get back to work now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-5945140950000144989?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/5945140950000144989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=5945140950000144989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/5945140950000144989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/5945140950000144989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/03/off-to-states-soon.html' title='off to the states soon...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-1507135088913800210</id><published>2007-03-05T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T01:25:24.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day goes by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and so i was sleeping soundly until gay boy matt came to my place and woke me up... i couldn't recognize him... cause gay boy is bald... his head.. is so... distracting... lol... and yea... mei came over for awhile... they left bout 12.30.. cause i had chap go meh lunch which turned out to be a con-job... it was dinner instead of lunch so yea... bleah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i recieved a cd from church... containing pictures when i was in confirmation about 2 years ago... it was a really nice cd... it had alot of pictures of us... during the 2 camps.. and confirmation day itself... though it was really nice looking at them... yeah... i really miss the camp and the people there... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yea.. and another 2 days to go before getting my tattoo... can't wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-1507135088913800210?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/1507135088913800210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=1507135088913800210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/1507135088913800210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/1507135088913800210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-day-goes-by.html' title='another day goes by...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-2244714778189117807</id><published>2007-03-02T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T01:15:47.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored bored bored!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;yea.. so im back to work now.. after 4 days off... nothing much has happend... my aunty just got back from thailand... getting my tattoo in 4 days... ohhhh... and i found spawn 9 form series 29... it was a shock when my friend brought in the figure... oh... and series 24 the blood axe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the 2 which i've been looking for... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://spawn.com/toys/spawn/series24/darkagesi023/images/series24_darkagesi023_photo_04_dp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://spawn.com/toys/spawn/series24/darkagesi023/images/series24_darkagesi023_photo_04_dp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://spawn.com/toys/spawn/series29/spawn9/images/series29_spawn9_photo_05_dp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://spawn.com/toys/spawn/series29/spawn9/images/series29_spawn9_photo_05_dp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-2244714778189117807?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/2244714778189117807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=2244714778189117807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/2244714778189117807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/2244714778189117807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/03/bored-bored-bored.html' title='bored bored bored!!!'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-193911890854197534</id><published>2007-02-25T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T07:59:45.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>expectations of 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ok... so these are the few things this year... here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. leave to the states and become someone.. (i hope)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. quit smoking.. (i know many people think that it's impossible, cause watching me quit is like watching the devil become good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. finish my spawn collection..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. get my car..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;5. keep really long hair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;6. tattoo a half sleeve.. (which is 10 days from now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;7. oh... this one is a must.. GET MY FUCKING LICENCE!!! its about fucking time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;8. meet someone special.. (hopefully)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;9. owh yea... get a tattoo of mummy and daddy... (definately wil be done by kat from miami ink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;10. lastly, would to have more faith in myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;yea... so here you have it... hmmm... i'm bored now... actually with panjang in mmo... off from work tomorow... finally a break and relief of stress... k.. thats about it... gonna dota now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-193911890854197534?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/193911890854197534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=193911890854197534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/193911890854197534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/193911890854197534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/02/expectations-of-2007.html' title='expectations of 2007'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-5127445496663885736</id><published>2007-02-22T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:57:51.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and my story goes on..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;yeah... and so i had another suprise when i was in my room yesterday... joe, cheryl, raymond, his chick, and ah boi gave me a suprise when i went down stairs and saw cheryl holding a cake... sweet... yea... after that we headed to taman desa to yam cha... ray and his chick got back home 1st cause ray wasnt feeling too well... don't blame him though... the wheather is fucked up... taman desa.. met up with a few people... i dragged alex chiam to see me... it was nice seeing him.. until he started dropping bombs at me... yea.... dun wanna talk bt it... after all that i got back home and arrange my old wrestling cards cause i was gonna sell them today... think of me as i'm a geek.. not only i used to play card games but i still do collect comics and action figures/toys/models/statue.. i do not know how u want to know them as... suprising huh... yea.. so i finished arranging them and it was bt 5-6 o'clock.. so off to bed i go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;today i could not fucking get up from bed... though my alarm was irritating the shit outta me.. but i just didnt want to get up... i ended up getting off bed at about 12.30 and quicky rush into the shower... i was late for work... lucky my manager wasn't there... bleah... finished the lunch crowd and i headed off to the comics coner 2 block away from where i work... yea.. bought spawn issue 164.. and i have to wait for next month to get issue 165... hmmm... i also realized that my cards were worth bt 1200-1500... yea man... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;another thing is that somethings are still affecting me.. its been almost 3 months... it's sometimes getting worse everyday... i've been drinking everyday since christmas eve... maybe not so much this 2 weeks.. but yeah... i dunno if im suffering from insomnia or im just thinking to much that the pain is still there that i have to drink to sleep... yeah.. that is one thing which i need to fix but i do not have the solution... i miss her so so much... everything we used to do.. but honestly.. i dun wanna mess up her life anymore... she has a better life now.. i can see she is happy now.. just so you know.. i've tried and tried and tried to let go.. but i can't... but i'm not gonna bother you anymore... my time is up here... im already leaving in 4 weeks... so yea.. but  please forgive me.. i dunno what to do... please forgive me i cant stop loving you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-5127445496663885736?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/5127445496663885736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=5127445496663885736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/5127445496663885736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/5127445496663885736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-my-story-goes-on.html' title='and my story goes on..'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-4197571085739421991</id><published>2007-02-21T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T22:16:44.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>john five turns 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i would like to thank all those who have called or sent sms-es for my birthday... really means alot.. espeacially those who wished me mid nite yesterday... yea.. 17... getting old... but still feeling young... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;wasn't anything special today though... but just spend time with my family... actually its more than enough for a birthday... don't need anything more... unless someone wanna buy me a car then you are welcome... x).... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;so that's about it i guess... at work now though... daddy was like "you are working on your birthday?" and i said "fuck yeah!!! i need money!!!" yup... so neways... i'm gonna go back to work.. and again thanks for all the wishes... love you all... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-4197571085739421991?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/4197571085739421991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=4197571085739421991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/4197571085739421991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/4197571085739421991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/02/john-five-turns-17.html' title='john five turns 17'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-3919545177230274243</id><published>2007-02-20T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T23:11:47.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing in action...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;it's been awhile since i blogged... everytime i would just be lazy to write bout something... but hey.. bored now.. so i re-did the whole thing... hmmm.. anyways.. a happy chinese new year to those who are reading... yea... i would just give a summary of what has been happening for the past 2-3 months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did a roadshow on jan... was in johor, ipoh and kl.. it was the gatsby roadshow... yea... then started working.. in damansara jaya.. and living life the way it is... and also busy with work... work and work and work... nothing but work... got my 2nd tattoo from borneo... and shall finish the whole thing by 7th of march... its the first time im throwing 1200 for a tattoo... insane i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this month was a complete month of boredom... work from day till nite... valentines day was boring... was alone though.. then chinese new year was just collecting ang pows, getting fat and getting drunk... oh... and happy birthday to my fuck face matt... hope you are happy with what we did for you... anyways that is bt it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-3919545177230274243?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/3919545177230274243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=3919545177230274243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/3919545177230274243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/3919545177230274243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2007/02/missing-in-action.html' title='missing in action...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-116755622673348051</id><published>2006-12-31T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T01:10:26.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>traumatized...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;it's been a very long time since i blogged... so yea.. life is full of shit now... i have no life, no job... basicly nothing here... i sometimes dunno what the fuck im still doing here.. just stoning and burning time... hoping and wishing that god would just grant me wings so i can fuck off and die.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;yesterday, someone got drunk and msged me... i dunno why does she have to do that.. i'm being honest now... i still do love you... but don't make it harder than it already is... it's already so damn hard to find myself now.. i do still wanna call u up late at nite and talk to you or do the stuff we normally do... but it's too hard... its even hard being around here... i cannot take it when the memories linger in my mind and haunt me everytime i see you... like u said the last time.. its just too hard being around.. its already affecting me so badly... so please dun make it any harder... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;things really haven being going very well for me... untill now i still cant find myself.. or figure out what is wrong with myself.. suprisingly only my kor realsizes that i haven been being myself... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i really wonder how am i suppose to get out of this nightmare before it screws me up left, right, center... yea... i only have less than 5 weeks here before i'm flying off to america.. btw.. merry christmas and a happy new year everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-116755622673348051?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/116755622673348051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=116755622673348051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116755622673348051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116755622673348051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/12/traumatized.html' title='traumatized...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-116445439801579451</id><published>2006-11-25T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T03:33:18.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life into a downward spiral...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;it is already a week that i have lost something... i noe we live in different life's but it was you the one who told me to stay here.. you told me that we can work things out... i trusted you.. honestly.. the knife that you used to stab my heart is still left there... i really don't know what came up to your mind.. i not blaming you for anything but wasting my time.. you said that if we argue we can make things work.. well.. look what it turned out.. i'm left like that.. without a good-bye or what-so-ever... im really dissapointed.. and if u think my brother is immature.. you should take a good look at yourself... when elena called me when the bombshell happend.. i did not insult your friend.. she protects you so as matt protects me.. you can't make everyone like you.. you can't please the world... if u think u can.. good luck... when i dropped that bombshell.. i took my time to think.. and i did my very best to make it up to you.. i don't expect you to do the same... oh.. and at least i did not leave the thousand needles in your heart like you left that knife in my heart... trust me.. it hurts so fucking bad.. and u noe what? i lost my job.. without pay.. but then again.. i just lost my time here.. i thought i had lost the most.. come to think of it.. you lost the most.. you noe what you lost.. i'm not trying to piss you off, trying to get back at you or i'm the one being pissed.. these are just facts of life that you can never change.. its just dissapointing you know.. if its about making spaggetti.. your dead wrong.. because it was never bt it.. it was about us.. loving each other.. but yea.. it is not a regret.. but a lost.. and now if u were in my shoes.. u will be dead.. no job, no life.. but.. i have my friends around that took care of me.. Love You btw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-116445439801579451?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/116445439801579451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=116445439801579451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116445439801579451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116445439801579451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-life-into-downward-spiral.html' title='my life into a downward spiral...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-116409912805077368</id><published>2006-11-21T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T00:52:08.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>like a knife stabed through my heart and left there..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;sometimes i don't know what to write when i come to this page... my mind is blank and i can't seem to think... i miss her so much... they said that love cannot be seen if even touched... it only can be felt with the heart.. but they never said how much it would hurt.. i never imagine how much it could hurt... its so painful.. till you end up lost... you tear.. every nite before you sleep.. before you go to bed.. sometimes you wished that you can just pull youself through.. but i do not and never will regret anything that had happend... you also try to distract myself... but it doesnt work... you would just want to hold that someone close to you... that someone that loves you.. that touched your heart.. that was there for you no matter what.. but to make her happy.. would you do anything? i noe i would.. although i don't agree to it.. but i respected it no matter what.. even i wanted not to agree to it.. and btw..i found this song along the way.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tim Mcgraw feat. Faith Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dancing in the dawn, middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Takin' your heart and holding it tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Emotional touch, touching my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And asking you to do what you've been doing all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oh it's a beautiful thing, don't think I can keep it all in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I just gotta let you know what it is that won't let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It just does something to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It sends a shock right through me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I can't get enough And if you wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;About the spell I'm under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Better than I was, more than I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And all of this happened by taking your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And who I am now is who I wanted to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And now that we're together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm stronger than ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm happy and free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It just does something to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It sends a shock right through me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I can't get enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And if you wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;About the spell I'm under &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-116409912805077368?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/116409912805077368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=116409912805077368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116409912805077368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116409912805077368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/11/like-knife-stabed-through-my-heart-and.html' title='like a knife stabed through my heart and left there..'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-116385372809852728</id><published>2006-11-18T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T04:42:08.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>title-less</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;the reason why this i title-less is because i can't think... yesterday was hell for me.. until now i'm still lost.. thinking what to do.. honestly.. i always found a way out from everything that overcame me.. but now.. its different.. i sat down on my bed just tearing.. all i can think of is my baby.. that i need her so much... i wanted to scream my lungs out... hoping that she will hear me.. i noe sometimes i ask too much.. i doubted you.. and im not understanding... i'm sorry.. but its sometimes its really hard holding it in... im not the perfect boyfriend... but u noe that i love you with all my heart.. i care for you so much.. is karma getting back at me for what i did to you 3 months ago...? i think so... it bit me so hard.. it hurts so much that i'm so lost... i wanted to run away... never come back.. but that will make me a coward... so yea.. hu do i go to baby? when im so damn fustrated? who do i go to when i wanna scream my lungs out? who do i go to when i'm having a bad day? someone to comfort me.. and cheer me up... and make my day go well... hu is gnn make me laugh and call  me silly names? i think that someone that i love so much did all of those for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-116348307859357688</id><published>2006-11-13T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:44:38.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts, truth and lies..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;on saturday 10.35p.m. right after i got home from work.. sha msg me saying that kristen's mum have passed away.. it was quite a shock.. me and matt went to her place... i stayed over and went to work the next day... the thing is kristen is like 16 turnin 17 and has a little bro who is like 12.. they have lost their mom.. i used to think that i can take care of myself.. i didn't give a fuck if i'd died cause of lung cancer of whatever.. but to actually think of it very carefully... i do have alot to lose.. that i'm so damn afraid to die.. but if it's god's will then i can't say shit.. i haven't live my life the way i wanted it... and if i did lose my mom.. i dunno what would i do.. my dad is already old and i'm not even sure if he is ok... a few months ago.. he fainted in church.. when my mom told me.. it just turned my whole world into a downward spiral.. though me and him fight alot.. but knowing he had sacrifice so much for me.. i dunno what i'll do... and so i went to her mummy's funeral yesterday with sha, triff, ivan, aaron and baby... I noe that i should not lie bout myself that i can take care of myself.. true enough i can.. but i can't... not with anybody around.. even my parent, friends, family, girlfriend give me headeches.. but i really do need then so much... am i dependent? yes.. i am.. sadly... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Time already flew so fast.. and now its almost end of 2006... i'm already heading to US after new year... and yea... the smallest things i want sometimes its like trying to get pandora's box or trying to touch and get a piece of heaven above.. i don't have much time left... my baby is gonna have her spm.. and she has so many plans during the hols.. and it's almost impossible to slot me in.. i don't blame her.. really... but it's really hard sometimes.. that u just wanna be with that special someone you love so much... but you can't... but i'm bearing with it.. it's not really a burden... but i guess i have to get used to it... cause i want to be with her.. and i really need her around..when i was going out with other girls... i never knew how it felt like when u can't slot them in to spend time with them.. they just really want to spend time with you.. but u can't slot them in cause of dota or friends.. now i know what it is like.. it feels like hell.. sometimes i miss her so much.. that it kills me.. slowy and slowy.. till tears even start rolling down... but no matter what.. i do really love her... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Come to think of it... i am a professional hairstylist.. FINALLY!! 8 months in a cut above.. and now in chezz technique.. the people there are nice.. seriously.. but kinda stuck cause they speak in cantonese.. and my cantonese is kinda bad.. i understand though.. but cant reply... is hairstyling the thing i wanna do for the rest of my life? gosh.. i dunno.. im only 16.. and yea... i'd like to do it.. but i still wanna find out.. is there anything else in the world that i can do for a living.. i am a car freak.. i can just stare at it... thats why i have to go to US.. for college... or maybe i find out that i can do something else.. you'll never know rite? yea... they are always so many things on my mind.. 5 years from now.. where would i be? that is for god to know and for me to find out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-116348307859357688?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/116348307859357688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=116348307859357688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116348307859357688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116348307859357688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/11/thoughts-truth-and-lies.html' title='Thoughts, truth and lies..'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-116347901342677581</id><published>2006-11-13T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:36:53.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>truth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;you know i wouldn't hurt you again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;you know i need you so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;you know that life wouldn't mean much without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;you know you should trust me now and then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i'm not that person you used to know anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i'm not gonna do what i did to you last time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i'm that someone that loves you with all his heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i'm that someone that thinks about you every second,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;will i still love you if i left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;will i go that extra mile for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;will i sacrifice so much for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;will i do whatever i can to spend time with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;you know the answer.. i don't think i need to question that.. i love you and that is all that matters..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-116347901342677581?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/116347901342677581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=116347901342677581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116347901342677581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116347901342677581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/11/truth.html' title='truth?'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-116299415717063891</id><published>2006-11-08T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T05:55:57.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is god trying to kill me or is karma biting me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;yea... i had a massive arguement with my baby... so yea... was all emo... but now i'm ok i guess.. sometimes i really just wanna scream god can u pls help me... i really need his help... maybe its karma gettin back at me for what i did to my baby 3 months ago... well... what the fuck... it can throw whateva it wants... but its not gnn change anything... i love my baby and nothing is ggn change that.. i dun care if i have to go through hell just to see her... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;**babe.. i promise things are gnn be ok.. i noe we have been argueing alot... but sometimes its really hard.. cause u wanna see someone you love so badly.. i noe mummy and u have to work hard so that u can get a good future... as much as i wanna stop you.. but i can't.. i reason why i din leave is because i love you so much... and i cant leave you... i need you babe... i stayed so that i can be with you until u leave... i wan to be here for u babe... i'm not willing to leave u now... hmmm... still at the end of the day... u noe that i love u so damn much... we'll figure things out like we always do... i love love u oh so ever so much babe.. kiss!!kiss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-116299415717063891?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/116299415717063891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=116299415717063891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116299415717063891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116299415717063891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/11/is-god-trying-to-kill-me-or-is-karma.html' title='is god trying to kill me or is karma biting me?'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-116263329386674479</id><published>2006-11-04T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T01:41:33.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>free your mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;yeah... im in mmo now as usual... i just saw my baby and sandy... matt is here with me now... its was really nice seeing her though... its kinda a lil pissing off when someone doesnt want me there... to let you noe.. i was about to think ur changing and that your okay... but after today... i dunno le... i dunno wheather ur trying to get anybody's attention or what.... i dun care...  but i dun spend time with her much... im gnn start working next week and im leaving on january... i dun wanna judge u or anything... but please... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;anyways... yesterday i was in mid valley looking for a job... i met up with sher, sammie, wen d and nik... had lunch in chilli's and then off to telawi for wen d and nik's hair do... yea... i got a job in dry cut.. and i was like.. that was fast... yea... so i start this friday... yeap.. then we were off to sammie's place.. and watch the covernant... fucking nice weih... and then off to maizon... not even 15 minutes and sher, sammie were gone... fucking drunk weih... ahahaha... but the nite was alrite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-116221258211410662</id><published>2006-10-30T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T04:49:42.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>killed by boredom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;kay... today was pretty boring.. that it almost killed me.. actually killed me.. yea... got up today and it was about almost 12.30 in the afternoon... then got washed up and was actually figuring out what to do for the day... instead i called up my old principal from a cut above acedemy and asked her if she could get me an interview with any other salon.. unforetunately my luck ran out like a downfall... yea... ended up playin the playstation... was playing god of war.. until i got so sick of restarting over and over again cause smart me played the game with god mode... yeap... cant seem to get through one of the last level and got me all stressed up... nvm then.. went watch tv.. and so i was watchin i,robot... not a bad show... though i watched it a few times.. and come to think of things i realize i so FUCKING miss my baby... hehe... yea... she called me after her nap.. and yea... had dinner and now im waiting for a friend in tmn desa... we havent really hung out for awhile.. so yea... and tmr i have a medical check up in sjmc... sigh... wonder what the doc is gonna say*gulps*.. yea... oh yea... and i highlighted my hair again... form my pale blonde is now platinum blonde.. yay!! im not a dumb blonde or what so ever.. till then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-116221258211410662?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/116221258211410662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=116221258211410662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116221258211410662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116221258211410662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/10/killed-by-boredom.html' title='killed by boredom...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-116211188850468968</id><published>2006-10-29T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T01:53:25.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the drama?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;this is the update... there was quite a number of dramas happening this week... i dunno whats up but yea... my parents told me they can't really support me cause i already graduate.. and yea... i'm only 16... cant really do jack shit without them... yea... i dun wanna talk bt the drama.. cause its already over.. things are ok... i'd like to put things a side... and just enjoy life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;**baby... i noe we come from very different backgrounds.. i know its a little hard sometimes.. but you know i love you... the life i have live in before we got together is already over... i dun care what other ppl thinks... i love u and that is all that matters now... alot of ppl say that there are other girls out there... why her? OUCH!! i noe... but i choose to be with this girl cause she was there for me when no one was.. she hanged on to me even when i did hurt her so badly... and she gave me everything... We talk and the phone for hours.. callin each other names and stuff.. though she drives me insane but she does make my world go round..honestly speakin... i dun think i can actually find another girl like her... girls like her only come once in a black moon.. x).. BABY!! BABY!! i love u oh so ever so much... and u noe i'm never gonna leave you... i promise... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i'm in mmo now... yesterday was very dramatic... at nite... yea... saw baby, marshy, sandy and matt at one utama.. then was off to meet up with weng and then dinner at steven's corner... yea... to mmo then matt house... today woke up and went for breakfast with baby, marshy, sandy, marsh and matt... it was alrite... my baby wrote 101 things she love bt me... though i wrote one for her few days back.. but it was SO SWWEEEETT!!! gosh... I LOVE U BABY!! best thing is.. it's in her blood.. heee... i like.. yea.. till then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-116211188850468968?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/116211188850468968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=116211188850468968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116211188850468968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116211188850468968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/10/drama.html' title='the drama?'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-116179623767492699</id><published>2006-10-25T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T10:10:37.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the unexpected...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;on monday we went to breden's hse to celebrate his 16th b'day... i was in matt's place.. then we went to marshy's hse.. off to breden's hse in shah alam.. yup.. baby, marsh, sandy, me, matt, and weng were there till bt 11+... we played the drinkin game.. and unfortunately someone got drunked... yea.. i was with my baby on the floor... and then a huge drama started... not me and her.. but someone else.. so for the whole nite we only slept at about 6 trying to figure out things... yea... other than that things were quite ok.. i had alot of fun baby... hehe... till then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-116179623767492699?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/116179623767492699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=116179623767492699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116179623767492699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116179623767492699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/10/unexpected.html' title='the unexpected...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-116179483189936216</id><published>2006-10-25T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T09:47:12.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jailed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i'm in matt hse now... as usaul talkin cock and bullshitting... I MISS MY BABY!! though i saw her today in ou for a while... yea.... hmmm... i dun get to see her really often... so yea... its just this week that i saw quite a number of times... so after that i went to shop my new pair of jeans... then i  was off to see matt, sandy, and rae in stevens corner in oug... then back to matt's place.. yup... dying of boredome.. and just got of the phone with my baby... yea... till then.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-116179483189936216?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/116179483189936216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=116179483189936216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116179483189936216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116179483189936216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/10/jailed.html' title='jailed...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-116153886864857948</id><published>2006-10-22T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T10:41:08.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;today... i woke up at 9 to have breakfast with baby, weng and marsh.. then we headed to  mid valley to meet up with matt and sandy... sandy just got back frm aussie and got me a black lighther... hehe... yeap.. after lunch.. we went to play pool and then coffee bean... i left after baby left... and now in matt hse.. yea... baby!! i had fun today!! lots of fun.. hehe... till then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-116153886864857948?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/116153886864857948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=116153886864857948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116153886864857948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116153886864857948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/10/today.html' title=''/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-116153710535994928</id><published>2006-10-22T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T10:21:50.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;your the reason why i'm still here.. your the reason why i'm smilin everyday.. your the reason why everthing is ok.. you have changed my life so much.. sometimes i keep thinkin that what if one day  we have to seperate.. the day you leave... you know i'm not going to say good-bye... i'll say see you soon... but one thing i know is that happy memories keep you alive... there is still so much i wanna tell you.. but sometimes the words just won't come out my mouth... you know that i'll always be here for you.. whenever wherever you need me... i remember the first time we got together.. it was so weird cause i was so shy... later on things got bad... yea.. we had to break up... and it was sohard to get over you... you know i made a very big mistake... i really do regret.. yea... the second time we got together was better.. but it still ended up bad... the way that we will ignore each other for months... yea... then i dropped a bombshell on u... and there was a huge drama going on.. im sorry baby... hehe... you know i am.. but it's amazing that someone can hang on to an idiot who drops a bombnshell... and yea... baby... u really made me the happiest guy... i really dunno hat am i gonna do without you... u noe i love you oh so so ever ever so much... and i'm never gnn leave you.. unless u want me to... babe.. u noe i'm sorry for all that i've done to hurt you... hmmmm... but then again like u said babe.. our love is like a rollercoaster... it goes up and down but the ride sure is alot of fun.. =).. yea... anyways... i'm seeing you tmr baby... yea... i love u babe.. mwah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-116153710535994928?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/116153710535994928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=116153710535994928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116153710535994928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116153710535994928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/10/baby.html' title='baby...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-116144524374708936</id><published>2006-10-21T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T08:42:57.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>been gone for awhile..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i havent updated my blog lately... i was fixing alot of things and stuck with college... yea... so these are the updates... i graduated from a cut above academy already... sad that i have to leae them but yea... it was about time... i'm so in love with my oh so stuborn, irritating but hot and sexy baby belle... yea... thing are really great now... it was about time things turn around... yeap... babe.. if ur reading this i wan u to noe that i can never find another girl like u... u noe i love u oh so ever so much... mwah!! so yea... finally bloging again... till then... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-116144524374708936?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/116144524374708936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=116144524374708936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116144524374708936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/116144524374708936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/10/been-gone-for-awhile.html' title='been gone for awhile..'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-115351255574855435</id><published>2006-07-21T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T13:09:15.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stresss.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;its been damn stress after my exam started and i have have 2 major competition to participate in... sigh... she din msg me for already 6 days... no msg or call... everytime i hang on to my fon... i always hope ill recieve a msg frm her.. or a call... im giving all the space i can... but sometimes its really lonely without her... though i have been really busy that i dun even have the time for myself... somehow... sometimes i feel like a rebound... like someone said im just deeply in love with something i can never have... waiting to get hurt then ill only come to my senses... im just hiding myself... hoping everyday that ill still have that chance or am i just lying to myself... if she really has others guys or guys after her... maybe she'll be better of with them... dun wan her to say she's holding on to me cause she doesnt want to hurt me but inside she doesnt love me... dun leave me hangin like that.. i dun wanna to look pathetic... if u hurt me ill go crazy... haha... im not that 16 year old boy u meet everyday... if she really wan me to let go of her.. just have to tell me.. dun give me false hope... and keep waitin... and get nothing out of it... i dunno le... maybe i should just let her go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-115351255574855435?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/115351255574855435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=115351255574855435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/115351255574855435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/115351255574855435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/07/stresss.html' title='stresss.....'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-115244500605876616</id><published>2006-07-09T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T04:36:46.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry b..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;im sorry if i had been different these days... its just that i really dun wanna lose u again... but like i said.. im puttin myself in a risk of gettin heart broken again... some ppl say its not worth it... but i think it is... even though i dun make it.. but i know i did what i could... u really mean alot to me... sometimes im just havin alot on my mind that maybe i merajuk or blast back at you... im really sorry if i did hurt you.. its the last thing that i wanna do... im sory if i pissed u off b... i didnt mean it at all... i miss u though.. ur messages, ur hugs, ur kisses... baby u noe i love u so so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-115244500605876616?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/115244500605876616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=115244500605876616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/115244500605876616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/115244500605876616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-sorry-b.html' title='i&apos;m sorry b..'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-115107388279745694</id><published>2006-06-23T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T07:44:42.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Title-less</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;dun be sorry...  stop saying that... wat do u really want now? i would like to noe...&lt;br /&gt;i really wish god gave me wings...  i can really fuck off here.. i just got screwed from my boss... cause i did not tell my lecturer that i was going off early... basicly got my lecturer screwed ...  yea.. things are gett in  from bad to worse le.. sigh...  i miss u... u noe who u are... im happy for actually making  u happy... seeing u happy was all i ever wanted... ur smile always brightens my day... yea... thanks for being around... u really mean alot to me... i dunno if im going anywhere... but  i'll be around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-115107388279745694?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/115107388279745694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=115107388279745694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/115107388279745694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/115107388279745694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/06/title-less.html' title='Title-less'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-115094772951486093</id><published>2006-06-21T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T20:42:09.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i dunno what to say... ever since i broke up with you... i've been non-stop thinking 24/7... i cant explain anythin... but u need to noe u broke my heart... so badly i really wanted to just die... now its been like wat? bt almost 5 years wee known each other... i did like u... but he was always in the way... when we got together... i was so so happy... it was and still is really nice seeing u around... i dun wanna hurt anybody baby... thats why i cant... but in the end... someone always get hurt... u noe what... i used to think im just like a puppet ppl use to hurt.. im so scared of gettin into a relationship... but it took me alot to actually ask you... but you should have said no to me.. and sort ur feelings out... i dun blame u love him more than me.. i understand that... its so damn hard to actually get over this... i do love her... no doubt... but u also have to understand that i love you.. and that will never change... wheather u hate me or not... u noe it was so nice seeing u that day... thanks for comin.. it really means alot to me... when i actuaslly sit down and think for awhile.. i miss u so so much... that if i cant get over this... i wanna run somewhere and never come back... maybe u wun believe all this i just wrote.. but just keep in mind that i love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-115094772951486093?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/115094772951486093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=115094772951486093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/115094772951486093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/115094772951486093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/06/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-115053008521167285</id><published>2006-06-17T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:48:16.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love wish or death wish??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;i juz broke up with her 1 week ago.. but there were no regrets... if it wernt 4 that... i would nvr realize ho much i love with a certain special someone... its hard with out my ex... my some1 is there 4 me... makin me fall in love with her... if ur reading this... i want u to noe im sorry... i love some1 more than her cause we have been through so much... thanks 4 makin me happy... although i still miss u... yea...&lt;br /&gt;Its really kinda complicated ler... but i have just got back on track with my carreer and my family... things are gettin better now... i had a nice joint yesterday... it was good... ahahaha.. its been awhile.. yeah... im out... again in that moment when you dunno what to write... lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-115053008521167285?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/115053008521167285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=115053008521167285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/115053008521167285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/115053008521167285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-wish-or-death-wish.html' title='love wish or death wish??'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-114891073613480854</id><published>2006-05-29T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T06:52:16.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Just back from cameron... with matt and mini in mmo... cameron was wow... i expected it too be fucked up... planned not to go... the 4 days in camp meant alot to me... i had my sweetie with me... think im falling for her... sssshhhhh... yea... i cried at camp... it was damn emo... nvr realized i had my parents.. bro's.. matt... my b... and the family... love u all... 4 days was hectic... we actually did things that we nvr imagine... like dancing... even 4 our confirmation... i feel so free now... gosh... thank the lord... out now.. dunno wat to write... xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-114891073613480854?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/114891073613480854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=114891073613480854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/114891073613480854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/114891073613480854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/05/alive.html' title='alive...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-114813575486437941</id><published>2006-05-20T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T07:35:55.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up... it's time to die....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;arggghhh.... din have enough sleep... eyes are closing... my leg and body hurts... all thanks to a whole 4 hours of futsal... in sports planet... its been awhile since i've been on the field... but looks like i still can kick some balls... ahahahah.... and swimming to days in a row... which just happend yesterday and today early mornin... sadness... with aun joe, mun hoe, and james... yea... wat a 2 day non-stop with joe and carls... matt went back early... dammit... yeah... fucking leg hurts like hell... 2 weeks and world cup starts... YEA MAN!!!! (uses jamaican slang) hah!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;did sher's hair on thursday... what a acomplishment made... ahahaha... perasan... it was nice though... yeap yeap... before that went wif her and shaun nirmal... to mc d's for lunch... after her hair we went 4 a smoke... and her had to ditch me to amanda's plc... yea... after class.. we had a recap for our city and guilds exam.. its so damn close... stressssssss... need that distinction...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-114813575486437941?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/114813575486437941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=114813575486437941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/114813575486437941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/114813575486437941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/05/wake-up-its-time-to-die.html' title='wake up... it&apos;s time to die....'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-114743713200330214</id><published>2006-05-12T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T05:32:12.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out for a kill...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i just found out somethin... which i nvr did expect... what a suprise... u still have the guts to come up to me and shake my hand... good... and nvr even tell me?? ur a good friend... anyways... wif matt, joe and carls... damn sien as usual... no plans... my mouse has a fucking prob... dammit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;could have beaten matt.... left early from class today... with joe to centerpoint.. then lucky garden.. now in tmn desa... yea... bored-ness... well... currently just solved all the fucking probs... patched things up... its GOOD... now back to life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-114743713200330214?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/114743713200330214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=114743713200330214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/114743713200330214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/114743713200330214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/05/out-for-kill.html' title='Out for a kill...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-114698398270599459</id><published>2006-05-06T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T23:39:42.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>title-less</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;this month is realy bad... yesterdays driking with the boss was bad... i dont know what i was doing... feel damn fucked up... trying to think what the hell i was doing... i regreted this whole month.... its like u noe that youre not suppose to do it.. but u end up doing it... i dunno what is gnn happen tmr... sigh... just so much off headeche... fucking miserable sial... i miss nat nat... damn bored le... Hopefully things will get better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-114698398270599459?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/114698398270599459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=114698398270599459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/114698398270599459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/114698398270599459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/05/title-less.html' title='title-less'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-114698025411390011</id><published>2006-05-06T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:37:34.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad days, Demon days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I've got a fuckin bad hair day.... they screwed up my hair... and i have to shave... sigh... yesterday we were modeling in sungai wang... we walk from bb plaza to sg wang half naked with the body art all over us... it was quite fun... nvr did in my life b4... yea... with matt now... in mmo... just got off my hang over... i found out htat someone has a new bf... sick and tired off al this shyte?? fuck u la.. hypocrite... fuck off la... fix yourself... its about time... dun think your funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-114698025411390011?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/114698025411390011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=114698025411390011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/114698025411390011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/114698025411390011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-days-demon-days.html' title='Bad days, Demon days'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-114625822472233637</id><published>2006-04-28T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:03:44.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy and Lifeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Din and matt decided to go drinkin since it was din's bday... and his spending... started off in bangsar... and we dranked 5 jugs of beer... and ere we are in ss2 horus... stoning... and playing dota... lol... lifeless ppl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-114625822472233637?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/114625822472233637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=114625822472233637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/114625822472233637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/114625822472233637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-and-lifeless.html' title='Happy and Lifeless'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-114571619999230779</id><published>2006-04-22T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T07:30:00.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No title...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;what the fuck is happening to this fucked up world... mahai... i dindnt fucking realise that ur ex still can write stuff... forget bt it la... i dun wanna deal with it... i dun wanna get hurt or hurt u... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;althought im still caught up in love or like... whateva they say... she asked when am i gonna take her out... so we decided to go subang.. asia cafe.. then she cant make it.... ask me to go mid valley.. frm subang to mid valley? wow... if i got car ill also think twice weather to go... so i decided not to and meet up with my ex... after that... she called me and ask me to go for the sunway college prom with her... i said ok... i went back and gotten ready... called her for 20 times or so... and didnt pick up... i would consider she ffk... i rather spend more time with my ex... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;honestly... i do miss her... lol... yea... long story and a hectic day... then rum jungle then her hse??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;gosh... but i do wan to really noe her... shez damn pretty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-114571619999230779?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/114571619999230779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=114571619999230779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/114571619999230779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/114571619999230779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-title.html' title='No title...'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-114382999701571964</id><published>2006-03-31T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T10:33:17.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back after awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;it's been quite awhile since i blogged... but... i dun fucking care... things are really alright now... i'm in a cut above academy.. in pyramid... lovin my life there... missing my sweetie... belle... aha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;yea... exams are over... wow.. its a blink of an eye 2 months passed since i first came to the academy... haha... yea... i just cut my hair.. few days back... damn short... sigh... wait for another six months... damn long le... yea... btw... im in section 8... dunno what the fuck i'm doing here... i'm suppose to be asleep... tmr i have to be in the icc thinggy... actually going there just to see belle... she doesnt know i'm comin... yea... haha... i love doing this... hopefully can wake up... god noes what time i'll be back home... yea.... dammit... my fucking tooth hurts... sigh... anyways... life's good... so far.. its about time things turned around... yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-114382999701571964?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/114382999701571964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=114382999701571964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/114382999701571964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/114382999701571964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-after-awhile.html' title='Back after awhile'/><author><name>john five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525398616434382124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFD5jr3Cmno/R3n3pCJMQkI/AAAAAAAAALg/sg99KKNf0aY/S220/28122007(001).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20849239.post-113817785042484022</id><published>2006-01-24T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T00:32:45.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It was damn boring in skool... so me and my friend decided to go smoke in the toilet... the 1st and 2nd time we did not get caught... until the last period when we went to hav a smoke... after skool the head of dicipline came and found out... sigh.. my frens were save... and im in dip shyt... cause i helped them pull this off... the skool called my parents... my dad has nothin to say... my dad and mom hav to see the skool tmr... frm there we wil see wat happens to me... til then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-113817785042484022?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/113817785042484022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=113817785042484022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;hurm... im already havin a hard time... and yesterday.. i got fired... how nice? wonder how am i gonna pay for my bike... sigh... did not go to skool today.... was havin really bad headeche... sigh... and now im in amcorp.. doing nothin... sigh.... also outa ciggarettes... argh... hav to buy... marlboro his time... had enough of perilly's... ahhah... so sleepy... january is really gonna suck... sigh... hope this year wont be as bad as 2005... 2005 was the worst... yeap... gnn ciao now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-113757016348273333?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/113757016348273333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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here... i cant make them faster... omg... yeap.. then shermaine help me with my blog... cause i went confused with the html codes... sigh.. they wernt as simple as friendster... and now finding the audio... thanks shermaine!!! yea... hurm.. so yea... everything is standard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20849239-113745718303968001?l=john-five.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john-five.blogspot.com/feeds/113745718303968001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20849239&amp;postID=113745718303968001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20849239/posts/default/113745718303968001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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