<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995388893376606185</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 01:14:49 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Memoirs Of A Lala</title><description></description><link>http://memoirsofalala.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (L @ Leon Ng)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995388893376606185.post-3395924509177488743</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 17:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-18T10:34:40.860-07:00</atom:updated><title>The 'Poyo" war cry!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I created a new "war cry" at work to mock those who are excessively trying to show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it The 'Poyo' War Cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It involves me and the rest of the broiler/ fryer crew (BFC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: We have *name* in the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFC: Poyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: We have *name* in the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFC: POYO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: We have *name* innnn daaaa houuuuse~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFC: POYO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, those that have fallen victimt to The 'Poyo' War Cry are &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Kah Hoe and Habib&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Who's next? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995388893376606185-3395924509177488743?l=memoirsofalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://memoirsofalala.blogspot.com/2008/07/poyo-war-cry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L @ Leon Ng)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995388893376606185.post-5575724964903595722</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 14:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-08T07:54:27.256-07:00</atom:updated><title>Awakening to a new power!</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My bitterness and sadness ain't all that bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorta awoken a new "power" within myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fighting spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A will to crush any adversary that stands in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I win or lose is an entirely different matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will fight to the very end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm probably gonna kick J's ass if I ever see him out in the streets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war has begun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fucking ready for a fucking fight right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU, J!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995388893376606185-5575724964903595722?l=memoirsofalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://memoirsofalala.blogspot.com/2008/07/awakening-to-new-power.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L @ Leon Ng)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995388893376606185.post-917979559448228072</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 17:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-03T10:54:07.691-07:00</atom:updated><title>I'm ready for a fucking fight!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am so fucking pissed right now. Pissed at what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed at myself, and pissed at that swine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which swine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's call him J, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when I fall in love, someone comes along and steals her away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck did I fucking do in my fucking past life to fucking deserve this fucking shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he chokes on the next piece of tofu he puts in his mouth, and drops dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either I die, or J dies first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn him to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd gladly drag him to hell with me, and torment his pathetic soul for eternity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to hell, J!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever find out that you mistreat her, or hurt her in any way, I'm gonna make you suffer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt her, and I'm gonna make sure you end up like me! Someone who has lost a reason to live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fuck around with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bastard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995388893376606185-917979559448228072?l=memoirsofalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://memoirsofalala.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-ready-for-fucking-fight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L @ Leon Ng)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995388893376606185.post-2853063765282513785</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2007 13:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-02T08:55:42.056-07:00</atom:updated><title>Some "interesting" facts about myself...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I was just sitting around today, bored as nuts, when I picked up my phone, and made good use of the camera function. Here's my favourite picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RwJLIsxN1nI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ktowKbtWKu4/s1600-h/Image068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RwJLIsxN1nI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ktowKbtWKu4/s320/Image068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116734739474929266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know I look a little rugged in this picture... Must be my hair... But I don't know why... I just like this picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started thinking... Is there anything interesting about myself? I mean, look at other people... They have certain characteristics that would make them special in a way. What about myself? I thought and thought... And finally, came up with a few "interesting" facts about myself, that some might find amusing (but most won't...)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FACTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;1 ~ I have 3 piercings... 2 on the left ear, and 1 on the right... One piercing for each time my heart gets badly broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;2 ~ I frequent 2 stalls, and the workers there call me "Magic Man". Obviously because I entertain them with magic! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;3 ~ In numerology, my compatible number is #8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;4 ~ I wear a #8 pendant across my neck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5 ~ People claim that I look younger than 20...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;6 ~ My favourite colours are red, violet, and black...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;7 ~ People think I'm crazy when I tell them about a certain analytic ability I have. So when I see something bad about to happen to them, I refuse to give them warning based on what I analyze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8 ~ People who try so hard to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;force&lt;/span&gt; their views/ ideologies/ advice/ philosophy/ etc. on to me, and expect me to follow what they say, because they think they are always right. They really spoil my mood. If I wanted/ needed any of their help, I would have asked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;9 ~ I have a friend whose personality is ALMOST like mine... I call her my female-half, and her name is Ying Wei! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;10 ~ People have given me so many nicknames for as long as I can remember, I lost track of some of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;11 ~ I dream of becoming a famous chef some time in the future... But there will always be a few idiots who will try and shed cold water on my dreams (You people know who you are! Thanks for stabbing me!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;12 ~ My left eye usually opens smaller than my right eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13 ~ I am a sweet addict (especially when it comes to chocolates or lollipops)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;14 ~ Although I say I hate to smile, that isn't true. I only don't smile often in front of certain people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;15 ~ I love to make people happy with my magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;16 ~ I have 3 pet sisters (Michelle, Justine, and Sze Mei) and a half-brother (Danis)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;17 ~ Horror movies and ghost stories really give me the creeps, especially at night when I'm alone in my room and I think about the horror movie I watched/ ghost story I heard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;18 ~ I can be very sentimental ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;19 ~ Contrary to popular belief, I AM STRICTLY STRAIGHT!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20 ~ I like to take risks at certain things SOMETIMES. Although it may be disappointing if the result doesn't turn out as expected, but when things really do turn out well, the reward is usually very satisfying! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Well, I guess that's it for now. 20 "interesting" facts about myself. Now you know me better! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995388893376606185-2853063765282513785?l=memoirsofalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://memoirsofalala.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-interesting-facts-about-myself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L @ Leon Ng)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RwJLIsxN1nI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ktowKbtWKu4/s72-c/Image068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995388893376606185.post-8492840561340995243</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2007 12:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-27T06:17:51.167-07:00</atom:updated><title>Things people do because they think it's cool...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;But it's NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm sure you people have seen many people do things these days because they think those activities are 'in', or 'cool', or whatever they call it... When the fact is, those activities are damaging to their health, or reputation, or both. And to put a cherry on top, those activities AREN'T cool. Here are a line-up of activities which I personally think should be banned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ecstasy pills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now I'm pretty sure many of you know the effects of ecstasy pills, and ow they make you swing like crazy to lousy music after you take them. And haven't there been enough warnings about the negative effects of ecstasy pills on people's health? So why do people still take it? For fun? To get that sense of being 'high'?&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;The reason why people take it is because they are mentally retarded! No, seriously... Anybody who swings around like a nut is bound to be mentally retarded, whether under the influence of ecstasy pills or not. So we can safely assume that whoever who takes these pills are mentally retarded, and should be shot for the good of our society!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Well, I don't think I need much elaboration with this one. We see smokers all over the place these days, puffing away like they own the air around them. Even if they want to smoke, at least have some consideration, and not blow it at the people around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was at the bus stop, and there was this faggot who was smoking, and always blowing in my direction. I got so pissed, I rolled up a piece of paper, lit the end on fire, and started sucking and blowing the smoke in his direction. He was pissed at me for doing that, but couldn't do anything about it because he realized he was doing it first. Moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sharing is caring, but please, keep your smoke and whatever crap you blow out to yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now, Shisha. More and more teens and young adults these days are taking shisha because they think it's fun, or cool because their friends are doing it. Well, it's not. It's gay! Owh, and for those of you who don't know what is a shisha, click&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shisha"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;. In fact, shisha is more dangerous compare to smoking cigarettes. And I know that most people are taking shisha out of peer pressure. Well, real friends won't ask another to shisha.... Geez......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove to you how gay shisha can be, I made a video with an imitation shisha to show you just exactly how gay it may be! Warning. What you are about to see may shock you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4f52996bc287becb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPCZD0ddCGBZjZs6HcCGJYcK_S2XqDsb_SfriV0lFLujJMeNDphs6kWb-b7VhTbnK8NX_mC2pisZCiAFEJQnE33hAOrdCPVe_FYzZIITf36XnRzkkF4VOdrZDDXdlLw_GVZmK1Y65B92unWTukCSOptzv9urK2q-2y_zSbu15kS-7CA_oOo1Xn3xN2K6Eu0eM1afiIQ42UXc1cu5YLuygxvtYDt8f1vOttZmbOqDCiC2%26sigh%3DnwptbXWtzKIUQtEHxuW6iEwEHiM%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f52996bc287becb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DgOWuQ4bkvWL6MkaNSwEQyBOewxM&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPCZD0ddCGBZjZs6HcCGJYcK_S2XqDsb_SfriV0lFLujJMeNDphs6kWb-b7VhTbnK8NX_mC2pisZCiAFEJQnE33hAOrdCPVe_FYzZIITf36XnRzkkF4VOdrZDDXdlLw_GVZmK1Y65B92unWTukCSOptzv9urK2q-2y_zSbu15kS-7CA_oOo1Xn3xN2K6Eu0eM1afiIQ42UXc1cu5YLuygxvtYDt8f1vOttZmbOqDCiC2%26sigh%3DnwptbXWtzKIUQtEHxuW6iEwEHiM%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f52996bc287becb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DgOWuQ4bkvWL6MkaNSwEQyBOewxM&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There! proof enough that shisha is gay! Not convinced?! Here's another picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RvuqwsxN1mI/AAAAAAAAALI/yJDWlN4R_KQ/s1600-h/asshole.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RvuqwsxN1mI/AAAAAAAAALI/yJDWlN4R_KQ/s320/asshole.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114869555437360738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yeah, that's how gay it is. What are they gonna do next? Lick the mouth piece? Gimme a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, that's it for now. I will write more, when people start doing more things which they think are cool, but actually aren't. Till then, I bid ya'll adieu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, and if you're an ecstasy pill addict, cigarette smoke, or shisha sucker, and you're pissed at me for writing this, then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;prove me wrong&lt;/span&gt;, and continue doing that thing you do! I shall not be held responsible for any negative consequences that may befall you. You have my full support! All the best! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6995388893376606185-8492840561340995243?l=memoirsofalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4f52996bc287becb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://memoirsofalala.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-people-do-because-they-think-its.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L @ Leon Ng)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RvuqwsxN1mI/AAAAAAAAALI/yJDWlN4R_KQ/s72-c/asshole.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995388893376606185.post-1413309249839765918</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2007 12:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-23T06:40:17.703-07:00</atom:updated><title>Q &amp; A, emo style...</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm gonna cut a long story short. I'm emo right now, so I'm just creating this random piece of junk to fill my time and get my mind off things. So if you don't like random things, do me a favour by shutting up,  and leave.  For those of you who have the time to kill, read on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10 reasons to be emo (past, present, or future)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1) Heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;2) Lonely&lt;br /&gt;3) Jealous&lt;br /&gt;4) Pissed off at someone/ some people&lt;br /&gt;5) I have to take the blame for my friends' screw-ups&lt;br /&gt;6) Friends emo at me for no damn reason&lt;br /&gt;7) Heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;8) Music CD unreadable&lt;br /&gt;9) Streamyx problems make me unable to go online&lt;br /&gt;10) Heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10 favourite movies (not in order)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1) Secret&lt;br /&gt;2) The Phantom Of The Opera&lt;br /&gt;3) The Lord Of The Ring: The Fellowship Of The Ring&lt;br /&gt;4) The Lord Of The Ring: The Two Towers&lt;br /&gt;5) The Lord OF The Ring: The Return Of The King&lt;br /&gt;6) Perhaps Love&lt;br /&gt;7) Final Fantasy 7 Advent Children&lt;br /&gt;8) Death Note&lt;br /&gt;9) Death Note 2: The Last Name&lt;br /&gt;10) Secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10 Favourite music (Not in order)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1) Face Down - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;2) In The End - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;3) Numb - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;4) Leave Out All The Rest - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;5) What I've Done - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;6) Bu Neng Shuo De Mi Mi - Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;7) Jian Dan Ai - Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;8) Qing Tian - Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;9) Suicide Note - Disagree&lt;br /&gt;10) I Disappear - Metallica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10 things to do before I die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;1) Compose a love song&lt;br /&gt;2) Play the song and dedicate it to the girl I love&lt;br /&gt;3) Improve in my culinary skills&lt;br /&gt;4) Learn French&lt;br /&gt;5) Learn to be a more patient and friendly person&lt;br /&gt;6) Improve in my conversational skills&lt;br /&gt;7) Be a somebody to everyone (I'm tired of everyone seeing me as a nobody)&lt;br /&gt;8) Scream at the top of my voice&lt;br /&gt;9) Go swimming in the sea again&lt;br /&gt;10) Get a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 romantic spots to bring my girlfriend to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*Question postponed, because I don't have a girlfriend*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7 Favourite foods (Any type)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1) Sashimi&lt;br /&gt;2) Grilled fish&lt;br /&gt;3) Steak&lt;br /&gt;4) Lollipops (It's a food too, so don't ask me stupid questions)&lt;br /&gt;5) Cherries&lt;br /&gt;6) Kentucky Fried Chicken&lt;br /&gt;7) Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5 Favourite hang out spots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;1) One Utama&lt;br /&gt;2) Sungai Wang Plaza&lt;br /&gt;3) Berjaya Times Square&lt;br /&gt;4) Sunway Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;5) My room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5 Reasons to commit suicide? (Don't take this part seriously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1) Refer to the first question of this post&lt;br /&gt;2) Heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;3) Emotionally hurt... Badly...&lt;br /&gt;4) Lost the reason to live&lt;br /&gt;5) For fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10 material prized possessions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1) My laptop&lt;br /&gt;2) My PS2&lt;br /&gt;3) My electric guitar (The Fairytale Of Tears: Despair)&lt;br /&gt;4) My classical guitar (The Fairytale Of Tears: Sorrow)&lt;br /&gt;5) All my magic gimmicks and equipment&lt;br /&gt;6) My knifeset(s) and all of the contents&lt;br /&gt;7) My mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;8) My stereo&lt;br /&gt;9) My wallet (Sentimental value)&lt;br /&gt;10) My Zippo lookalike lighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3 things I hope to be remembered by when I die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;1) An entertainer that brought smiles to some peoples' faces&lt;br /&gt;2) My Sharingan&lt;br /&gt;3) A somebody with value in life&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll end this post here. I might make something like this again when I come up with more questions... Until then, sit down, and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995388893376606185-1413309249839765918?l=memoirsofalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://memoirsofalala.blogspot.com/2007/09/q-emo-style.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L @ Leon Ng)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995388893376606185.post-7556912416103397712</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 14:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-06T08:40:06.264-07:00</atom:updated><title>The reason why I suck when it comes to girls...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm sure many people have already had this thought in their minds: "Man, that Leon seriously sucks with chicks. Try as hard as he can, he'll never get a girl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painful as it is, I can't help but admit that it's true. Well, I thought long and hard, and I've come up with a few reasons to why I'm a sap with chicks. They are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1) I have no specific talent/skill of any sort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Yeah, this is quite saddening. I don't really have much of a talent that would mean something to people. Okay, maybe I do have my magic, but I take magic more as an art than a talent. Apart from that, I doubt I have anything strong to back me up. Some people say I have a talent of assembling things (E.g. Ikea furniture, miniature models, etc.)... News flash! Assembling is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; a talent. What about cooking? I am taking Culinary Arts after all... Well, I'm not too sure about that, but perhaps I could work on it. I have yet to discover a talent or skill which would make me stand out... But until then, I'm the same talent-less me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2) I have a problem with maintaining conversations with the girl I like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Probably my WORST flaw when it comes to chicks... I always had a problem with maintaining conversation with the girl I like... And my conversation topics become very limited and narrow... This flaw has really made me hate myself very much... The problem with me is that I'm too afraid of taking risks when it comes to the girl I like... I'm afraid that if I talk too much random stuff, I might annoy her. But at the same time, I'm afraid that if I don't talk at all, I won't make any progress... I get emo very easily every time I think about this flaw... Why am I so afraid? How is it that other guys seem to be so natural and smooth when it comes to talking with the ones they like, that they could keep it going and going? And why is it that I can't do the same? Sigh... What is it that I'm missing? I squeeze my brain dry trying to think of how to improve my conversation skills, but nothing seems to come to mind... I ask people for tips on how to improve, but all of them keep giving me the same answer: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Be random with your topics"&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably need help... Psychiatric or Counseling help, perhaps... Get to the root of this flaw of mine, and eliminate it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3) I'm too harsh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;To cut a long story short, I'm just gonna jump to what I'll try to do. I've been quite a harsh person, and sometimes I don't even notice it, because I've gotten quite used to it. I should start being more of a gentleman, in terms of actions and speech. Less vulgarity, and try to be more of a funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4) I take things too personally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sometimes I take things too personally, even if it was meant to be a joke... Which is probably why my college buddies call me 'Emo Kid'. I either get pissed easily because of certain things I hear, or jealous and sad over certain things I see... This has got to stop... If I go on like this, I'm gonna lose more friends than I gain... But then again... How? It's an emotional thing... Changing this one's gonna be a tough one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5) I don't look good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The title says it all. I don't look good, and that contributes to me losing out when it comes to chicks. This, I'm afraid, I can't do anything about... Maybe I should wear brighter clothes to draw their attention away from my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6) I have a problem with looking into peoples' eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Although eye contact is important during conversations, I have this problem with maintaining eye contact. I mean, I do look at their eyes every now and then, but it won't be long. Just an occasional one second glance, then I throw my concentration toward some other part of a person's face, usually the mouth or chin... Had this problem ever since I was a kid. Used to be worse, but slowly improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about this, reminds me of a funny incident that happened sometime back. I was talking to Kah Mun (my college pal), and was looking down on to the floor. Then she suddenly asked me: "Hey Leon. You like to look at breasts, right? Because everytime you're looking downwards when talking"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn... Thinking about it, looking at the floor could look like I'm looking at something else to other people, and it can be quite suggestive to girls... So nowadays, I found myself trying my best to maintain eye contact completely, or throw my point of vision on another object completely... I must beat this flaw as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, these 6 are the main ones. There are some minor reasons as well, but I'll try to fix them. As for these 6 reasons, have to find a way to overcome them. I'm probably gonna need all the help I could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you people plan to write something to mock my flaws after reading this, then please do me a favour, and save it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995388893376606185-7556912416103397712?l=memoirsofalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://memoirsofalala.blogspot.com/2007/09/reason-why-i-suck-when-it-comes-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L @ Leon Ng)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995388893376606185.post-2483000261962480296</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-21T08:05:32.524-07:00</atom:updated><title>Stick that in your blunt and smoke it!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/Rsr1GnqulJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Wg0roJm49R0/s1600-h/STICK+THAT+IN+YOUR+BLUNT2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/Rsr1GnqulJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Wg0roJm49R0/s320/STICK+THAT+IN+YOUR+BLUNT2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101159022026724498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's face it. The order of the world is changing. We live in a world where ugly players reign supreme when it comes to getting girls. And apparently, girls love it! Think I'm talking rubbish? If you have an online community account like Friendster or Myspace, just scroll through your friends lists, and see for yourself. Without fail, you will stumble across multiple profiles with pretty girls hugging ugly guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I ain't gonna complain about this, if it weren't for the fact that most of these guys are players, and girls, for some reason, start thinking that their relationship with the guy is gonna last forever. Maybe those guys are putting something in their girls' drinks? Apparently so, because they seem to be brainwashed by those guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And come the time when some better girl comes along, these guys leave their current girlfriend, while making it sound like these players were never wrong in the first place. And because of guys like these, the balance in time and space has been disturbed, and good guys are no longer needed. And because of that, every other girl is affected into being skeptical about every guy, be it the players, or the real men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I don't have anything against guys with girlfriends. It's the PLAYERS I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I bring up this topic, girls will say &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"But Leon! You're only jealous because those guys have a girlfriend, and you don't! Maybe it's something you're doing wrong, because you're ugly and you're STILL single, which proves your theory wrong!"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do have some points I would like to point out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1) I know I'm ugly. Thanks for rubbing it in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2) I said ugly PLAYERS have girlfriends. Not ugly MEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;3) This phrase the girls use against me is usually said a few seconds AFTER I bring up this topic, and a few weeks BEFORE their boyfriends leave them. After that, when I come across them, they will pretend they didn't see me, and walk in a different direction with a red face and a shattered ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm sick of these people. So I tell ya'll what I'm gonna do. If you are a player (+ an added bonus if you're ugly), you can expect me NOT to acknowledge your existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm gonna do as of today, so you can stick that in your blunt and smoke it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;( I know this post is gonna raise a few issues with some of your guys and girls out there. I apologize. And if you're one of those ugly player guys reading this, I hope you choke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995388893376606185-2483000261962480296?l=memoirsofalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://memoirsofalala.blogspot.com/2007/08/stick-that-in-your-blunt-and-smoke-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L @ Leon Ng)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/Rsr1GnqulJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Wg0roJm49R0/s72-c/STICK+THAT+IN+YOUR+BLUNT2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995388893376606185.post-3821882988539267815</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2007 14:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-07T07:47:10.269-07:00</atom:updated><title>I know you people are idiots. Ya'll don't need to crowd public transport entances!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;It doesn't take a lot of effort these days to know that most people are idiots! Why? Well for starters, Ever noticed how when you're one of the first people in a crowd waiting for a bus or train, and when the bus or train finally arrives, what do the other retards do? That's right! They start crowding the entrances, even before the passengers can exit the bus or train. Here is proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RriDfQbe1GI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Fqr8vPQFeqg/s1600-h/Image083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RriDfQbe1GI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Fqr8vPQFeqg/s320/Image083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095967551379133538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The sardine-in-a-can contingent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RriDfgbe1HI/AAAAAAAAAKY/BQ5B7_z-4DM/s1600-h/Image084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RriDfgbe1HI/AAAAAAAAAKY/BQ5B7_z-4DM/s320/Image084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095967555674100850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;This is the moron who rammed me aside so he could get in line... Stupid idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What sort of image will these people portray to foreigners, especially when it is Visit Malaysia year 2007?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These retards all look like a bunch of sardines trying to force their way into a can. If I could set a law, it'd be that these sort of people be denied any form of public transport, bank loans, public facilities, their houses, their cars, their possessions, their property, their first born, and their soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that, or they should be punished by being hung upside down on one of our many lamp posts along the streets for an hour or so, wearing nothing but their skin. That ought to make them remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate sardine people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995388893376606185-3821882988539267815?l=memoirsofalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://memoirsofalala.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-know-you-people-are-idiots-yall-dont.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L @ Leon Ng)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RriDfQbe1GI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Fqr8vPQFeqg/s72-c/Image083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995388893376606185.post-6635015355104187294</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2007 12:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-20T05:52:36.091-07:00</atom:updated><title>I got your Harry Potter right here!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCqQr161wI/AAAAAAAAAJw/t1ta7tnDkLw/s1600-h/hp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089254782552168194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCqQr161wI/AAAAAAAAAJw/t1ta7tnDkLw/s400/hp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Order Of The F&amp;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089253622910998210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCpNL161sI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TmxXsIkZhuA/s400/hp+tommy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Tommy and the Goblet Of Vodka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089253313673352818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCo7L161nI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8hMaoRn-Wqk/s400/hp+aunty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Harry Elaine and the Philosopher's Webcam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCpM7161rI/AAAAAAAAAJI/W8SCMNMzZec/s1600-h/hp+mischa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089253618616030898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCpM7161rI/AAAAAAAAAJI/W8SCMNMzZec/s400/hp+mischa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Harry Mischa and the Chamber of Clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCpNb161vI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6_6DE7XG8uw/s1600-h/ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089253627205965554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCpNb161vI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6_6DE7XG8uw/s400/ghost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Moron and the Emo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCo7L161mI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wMwgvvFKsDE/s1600-h/hp+aniq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089253313673352802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCo7L161mI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wMwgvvFKsDE/s400/hp+aniq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Harry Aniq and the Tobacco Stick Of Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089252918536361554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCokL161lI/AAAAAAAAAIY/T-inrABs38w/s400/hp+jimmy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Harry Hand-whisk and the Gothic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCo7b161oI/AAAAAAAAAIw/rWty_B_L6_s/s1600-h/hp+kah+mun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089253317968320130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCo7b161oI/AAAAAAAAAIw/rWty_B_L6_s/s400/hp+kah+mun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Harry Kah Mun and the Philosopher Stoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCo7b161pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5Tce_9rSvRI/s1600-h/hp+maynard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089253317968320146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCo7b161pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5Tce_9rSvRI/s400/hp+maynard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Harry WTF??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089253622910998242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCpNL161uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fOEFp8Oe83o/s400/hp+vincent.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Harry Down Under and the Goblet of Vegemite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCo7b161qI/AAAAAAAAAJA/usM46hC08AM/s1600-h/hp+min.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089253317968320162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCo7b161qI/AAAAAAAAAJA/usM46hC08AM/s400/hp+min.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Harry Cartoon Face and the Deathly Afro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCoj7161jI/AAAAAAAAAII/hYhcAPLJhYs/s1600-h/hp+aaron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089252914241394226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCoj7161jI/AAAAAAAAAII/hYhcAPLJhYs/s400/hp+aaron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Harry Aaron and the Deathly Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCoj7161kI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qSRhKunk7ho/s1600-h/hp+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089252914241394242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCoj7161kI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qSRhKunk7ho/s400/hp+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Harry Tasha, Harry Sherina, Harry Andy, Harry Wai Kheng, and the Prisoners of Lala Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089253622910998226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCpNL161tI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3yzZgIO1wLA/s400/hp+shane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Shane and the Danial Radcliffe Look-alike Hairstyle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995388893376606185-6635015355104187294?l=memoirsofalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://memoirsofalala.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-got-your-harry-potter-right-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L @ Leon Ng)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RqCqQr161wI/AAAAAAAAAJw/t1ta7tnDkLw/s72-c/hp1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995388893376606185.post-3556159030053232383</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jul 2007 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-14T08:39:27.305-07:00</atom:updated><title>Girls who smoke turns me OFF!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RpjqP7161hI/AAAAAAAAAH4/djXXk30wiME/s1600-h/girl_smoking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RpjqP7161hI/AAAAAAAAAH4/djXXk30wiME/s320/girl_smoking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087073338597758482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I know it's right when I say that girls who smoke are a serious turnoff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, seriously! It's quite a normal sight to see a girl smoke and stuff, but why do girls do it anyways? As if it isn't bad enough already, they have to go puffing and blowing the smoke around like how kids blow bubbles. Whenever I see something like that, I become 'mandul' or impotent for days! Such sights are serious turnoffs in my dictionary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally don't smoke, and would advise people to do the same. And even if they really DO want to smoke, leave it for the guys! You wouldn't believe how many pretty girls I've seen who smoke. Is it supposed to be cool or something? I dunno... Why don't you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of every situation, there is always a worse case scenario. Have a look at the picture above. Not pretty, and smoking. YUCK!!! No, I don't know her. I found her picture in Google when I was looking for a suitable picture for this post. But if I did know here, here would be my advice to her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1) Kick smoking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2) Get a face job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;3) Cover up! You're chunky and disgusting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. That's it for now. Remember, chicks: Leave the smoking to guys! Better yet, to both guys and girls, male and female, gays, lesbians, and bisexuals, heed my advice: Don't smoke at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz,&lt;br /&gt;Leon @ L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995388893376606185-3556159030053232383?l=memoirsofalala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://memoirsofalala.blogspot.com/2007/07/girls-who-smoke-turns-me-off.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L @ Leon Ng)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_M2OuXNq2XW8/RpjqP7161hI/AAAAAAAAAH4/djXXk30wiME/s72-c/girl_smoking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>