<?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-5332953216854818477</id><updated>2012-01-19T20:30:45.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She called me Frankenstein</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-680224061281809203</id><published>2010-04-05T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:38:17.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SWEET GOD, THIS MOTHERFUCKER IS DUSSSSSTTTYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I haven't updated in a few months and it's as dusty as hell, I swear to God I didn't do shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok a little update for you goombahs, tomorrow is the start of the LAST week of the holidays for me and I've got some stuff planned for this week. I'm having a barbecue on Friday and it's gonna be FUCKING BIG. No holds barred. Hot dogs, chicken and motherfucking SODA. No beehoon shit or however the hell you spell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing, I've now got TWO blogs. So I'm updating the next one after this, the other blog will be filled with my... PERSONAL thoughts. Hah, no joke. So if you want the link just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I go off here's a little something2 for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/S7of4XFcufI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FD3TLrUNQHg/s1600/16979_263434497598_727757598_3295605_1109211_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/S7of4XFcufI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FD3TLrUNQHg/s320/16979_263434497598_727757598_3295605_1109211_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456708951642782194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-680224061281809203?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/680224061281809203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=680224061281809203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/680224061281809203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/680224061281809203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2010/04/sweet-god-this-motherfucker-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/S7of4XFcufI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FD3TLrUNQHg/s72-c/16979_263434497598_727757598_3295605_1109211_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-1702151399050667689</id><published>2009-12-30T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:34:13.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And after... I think it's bout 2 months of hiatus I'm finally back. For good? I don't know we'll see. Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow's New Year's eve and EVERYONE's going crazy over it. I mean COME ON, it's the same damn thing every year, you throw a party get wasted and pass out till the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... I myself... Haven't been to a Countdown party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks down sadly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't fair. SON OF A BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... How bout them Lakers eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm out of ideas. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my New Year resolutions? A better year ahead? More courage to face my challenges head on? Well, I know what I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my friends and family to live on with peace and prosperity and i wish for me and my friends to stay strong till we wither and die :) That's it really Nothing more nothing less...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um... There's nothing been going on lately really, I've been hanging out with my friends and all during the holidays and it feels GREAT ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest to God, it's amazing. Ha, my birthday, Christmas and the days after have been full of fun and excitement. I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, you guys are sick thinking like that. God DAMN. I don't love them like THAT. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw crap... What else can I talk bout now really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Shukry's sleeping over at my house actually. Haha, we're gonna stay up and play some games actually. At least I think so. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed that I get to go for the countdown with the guys tomorrow I think... Hopefully. It'll be like my first ever countdown party, holy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later dudes and dudettes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-1702151399050667689?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/1702151399050667689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=1702151399050667689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1702151399050667689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1702151399050667689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-9050685499652658881</id><published>2009-10-27T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:00:35.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SucUa4oePUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YjdKuUclvwY/s1600-h/C%26H+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 102px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SucUa4oePUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YjdKuUclvwY/s320/C%26H+1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397305130538122562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ok I know I've neglected this little thing called a blog for quite some time ok? I just fed it and gave it some water, so cool it home-boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you guys recognize the picture above? That particular comic strip is titled "Calvin and Hobbes". I LOVED those strips when I was a kid and I still do, I keep them still too ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the reason behind this little hiatus is due to the lack of stuff happening in my life right now. There's no hardcore, heart-pounding stuff at all so I don't even bother writing in every now and then so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term's ending in exactly... 4 weeks or so? Yeah, it's the last term and then it's the December holidays/my birthday/Christmas. MAN, can't wait for it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice my infamous sense of humor is nowhere at all? This is what happens when you don't have any fun for almost a month. Parents, take note. Unless you want your kid to be sitting in a cubicle like YOU do, taking orders from the boss and paying taxes to the corrupted goverment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT, it is a short post ain't it? I'll come back tomorrow and update more. But with words this time aite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night, fellow Mercs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-9050685499652658881?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/9050685499652658881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=9050685499652658881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/9050685499652658881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/9050685499652658881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/10/and.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SucUa4oePUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YjdKuUclvwY/s72-c/C%26H+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-4574627430909667054</id><published>2009-10-11T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T10:41:30.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/StIWvBo0EDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/L1SgOvRSmEI/s1600-h/Jesus-dumbass-Blue_Gargoyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/StIWvBo0EDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/L1SgOvRSmEI/s320/Jesus-dumbass-Blue_Gargoyle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391396701065187378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that folks, is the personal message of the day. If God himself thinks you're a dumbass, then boy you're IT for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be asleep, I really should. School starts tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wears Team Luis shirt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want the holidays to continue on for ANOTHER 3 weeks, dial 1300-Luis. And press #1 to vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, fellow Mercs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-4574627430909667054?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/4574627430909667054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=4574627430909667054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/4574627430909667054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/4574627430909667054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-that-folks-is-personal-message-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/StIWvBo0EDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/L1SgOvRSmEI/s72-c/Jesus-dumbass-Blue_Gargoyle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-7686154870980397960</id><published>2009-10-04T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:00:42.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEEEAAHHH brothas and sistas, here I am. Didn't I tell ya all I'll be back? See, that's your goddamned problem, you all don't listen see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanna try out a little experiment of mine. NO, I didn't find a cure for racism, nothing like that. And DON'T give me that smirk, I'm warning you man, don't start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this little experiment is practically this. A few months back at ITE, my classmate asked me this during break-time. He was just sitting down there eating when he looked up and asked with a bemused expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Luis, why DO you keep using the word mother******?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I laughed, see. And I told him. "Hilmi," His name is Hilmi. "Everybody and anybody can use the word. See, the word mother****** is a noun. It describes the person, place and thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, enough with the laughing. It's TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously if you caught me on a bad day, you'll hear those words accompanied by a clearly pronounced english word every once in a while. Not for the faint of hearts, I warn ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my little test. For 2 weeks, read it clearly. 2 WEEKS. I will try my best not to use THAT word. In fact, I won't say any swear words at all for 2 long weeks. And that's a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm serious bout this! I really am! I see this as a sort of cleansing ritual for my foul mouth, see. So! If I'm feeling stressed out or anything I won't use any curse words at all, no sir, I won't. I'll just fill them in with the words, 'darn', 'Doggone it' or 'Screw'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my fellow men and women. I have absolute faith that I can push myself to the limit. I can do this! I can STOP swearing. See, swearing is like smoking. The more you do it, the more you'll get addicted or used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And-- Hang on, phone's ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male voice: Hi, can I speak to Anna please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Getting suspicious* Who is this again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male voice: Oh, it's me Aaron. You should know me right? Anna talks bout you all the time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Terminator-like voice* She's not in, she's asleep at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male voice: *Cheery* Oh! It's ok then I'll just call her back tomorrow. Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... Ok, I know I'm a little hard on the guy but... But, oh my God... I'm really sorry but WHAT THE HELL??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call ma house in the middle of the night asking for my SISTER, who is friggin' asleep! Just who the **** are you, home-boy? Oh I know YOU all right, you're my sister's ******* boyfriend! I'm not gonna say a damn thing to her BUT you lay one ******* hand on my sister and you *****-boy, you better LAY the **** off her. If I hear one complaint, your ass is MINE. You hear me you motherless, cow-humping, snot-licking, sewer-water drinking WALNUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start laying off the swear words tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night fellow Mercs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-7686154870980397960?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/7686154870980397960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=7686154870980397960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7686154870980397960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7686154870980397960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/10/yeeeaahhh-brothas-and-sistas-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-260595390919179761</id><published>2009-09-14T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:03:12.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I THINK it was Thursday that my Godmum had a barbeque over at her place. I don't know for whatever reason, it was as dull as hell and it took them bout... 3 F****** hours just to get the food all grilled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, if you can't grill em' up fast, give someone else the goddamned spatula. I SWEAR my mum and godmum are scared of that spatula, can you guys imagine people with phobias of spatulas? Them people will be freakin' out at cookouts and shit. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while they were trying to heat the food hot and stuff. I went on up and my ma tells me I had the responsibility to look after my sister, my mum's friend's daughter and son. Babysitting? Me? Man, you must be high on crack to think I'd wanna look after these three spawns of the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got my sister, the damned original spawn of the devil. And we've got my mum's friend's daughter, I forgotten her name, now I don't know how she communicates and stuff cause she don't talk and don't say shit. Either cause she's as shy as hell or she's just plain mute, I told her before we got into the house. "If something happens like a fire breaks out or something, you'd better have a whistle or a horn or something. OTherwise, you'd just be another burned out trash to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I wanted to use the MF word so badly in there but she's a snitch see. She's a snitch without having to even open her mouth, don't ask me how she does that now, she's just plain weird. Now, I'm gonna tell it like it is. Now her little brother's homosexual, see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, come on, don't be giving me THOSE kind of looks. It's TRUE! Crying all the goddamned time, quit crying do some push-ups or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was just in my Godmum's living room, my godbro went off to catch some shut-eye before dinner and my sister sent the faggot outside for some of the peanut butter and chocolate cake my Godmum made during the morning. Now, mind you all, my Godmum's got SKILLS when it comes to making dessert and it wasn't like I was being greedy or anything but that cake woulda spoiled his dinner, what? Hey, come ON, I'm serious, it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked right past me lying on the couch and I asked "Where ya off to?" He gonna reply me like this: "To get some peanut butter and chocolate cake." Now, it wasn't WHAT he said, it was the WAY he said and the way he friggin' STOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said it so funny and his posture almost gave me a stroke that I wanted to hear him say it again. Then I told that little homo that it was almost time for dinner and dinner ain't cake, dinners are meant for hungry-ass people gobbling down them hotdogs, steaks and hamburgers. Told him to take his punk-ass back to the room where the other two demons were. That's the way I talk to them, f*** that time-out shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as the faggot went back in I heard my sister ask him: "Where's the cake and stuff?", then he said THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's outside,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO the **** is 'HE'? Like I ain't got no name or something. "He's outside"... Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said she's gonna go get the cake herself, she walked her little fat bowly legs outside, right past me and into the kitchen and I asked her, "What the **** you doing?", she gave me the same answer that faggot gave me, thank God she was standing like a girl. That's my sister, love ya for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she ain't touching that cake, so I told her: "Didn't I tell that punk-assed boy he couldn't have a slice? Weren't you listening when I told the faggot he couldn't have none? Get back inside till Mum calls us to go on back down for the barbeque!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she's gonna look at me like I'm short or something. HELL NO, no, no, no, no, no. Shit no. Everyone in the world knows what's going through the person who looks at you up and down like their sizing you up. That looks means they wanna do something to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's lucky I was feeling tired, demonic sons/daughters of the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is where I hit the bed for tonight. Check back on soon or tomorrow, I might be updating once again, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Fellow Mercs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-260595390919179761?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/260595390919179761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=260595390919179761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/260595390919179761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/260595390919179761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok-so-i-think-it-was-thursday-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-2725757918348351996</id><published>2009-09-06T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T06:12:57.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome to the special Sunday Night edition of--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, screw it, I'm not gonna do the whole 'reporter' routine here tonight. I'mma give it you to plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT LOOKING FORWARD FOR SCHOOL TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I won't be THAT harsh to the whorehou--I mean school. It IS the last week before the 3 week holiday which is next week if I'm not wrong. And I don't know what I'm gonna be doing during the holidays, the guys have Hari Raya to look forward too and all. Which leaves me at home with my laptop, the 360 and the DVD's. And I'm not kidding here, I would have played all the games and watched all those movies in 2 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you heard me mother******, 2 FREAKIN' DAYS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I said it once and I'll say it again, I need some goddamned adventure. Jesus Christ, I wanna swing through a ravine on a bullship, I wanna walk through the woods of some uncharted place, be in a shootout, fist-fight, discover some ancient artifact and just wander through Pyramaids and Aztec temples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe that's a little unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being holed up at home like some mook while others run free down there. See, when I grow up I'mma go on a cruise and I'mma bring as much of you guys along, see. That's not unrealistic. It's FACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, my boring life post ends here for the weekend. Maybe, just maybe, I'll find some excitement during the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, parents? fuck it, they just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Fellow Mercs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-2725757918348351996?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/2725757918348351996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=2725757918348351996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2725757918348351996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2725757918348351996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-to-special-sunday-night-edition.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-7654085460650671160</id><published>2009-08-29T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T12:03:58.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And... I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been ANOTHER long week at school. I'm not talking long as in 'Ugh, I've got tons of homework' kinda week. It's more like a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you guys get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was passing in the Punggol MRT station on Friday, on my way to the bus station to wait for the bus back home when I saw this, I'm not kidding now, I'm dead friggin' serious, a guy in his mid-twenties, average looking brother nothing special, carrying two large-ass shopping bags for his girlfriend who looks like she belongs in some Geisha community with all that make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guys imagine a Geisha Training Club down here on this island? We'll have women in freaky white make-up walking the streets all day, freaking out their husbands and shit like that. Ahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they were talking just a few feet away from me and I could see in the guy's posture and his forced smile that those bags he was carrying were putting a strain on him. Either he's stupid enough to know that if he keeps that up his gonna wake up the next morning a pretzel or he wants to impress his Geisha girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some women are like that, you see em' everyday, every minute, every hour. It don't matter if you're at home, in the mall or Church/Mosque/Temple. Every damn corner, there's bound to be a overly spoilt woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know where in one of those TV shows where the husband and wife are arguing and there's a moment when the wife gives the husband a look and the husband shuts up and carries on eating. That's some funny stuff, everyone. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Men can walk on moons, fire off guns, sing amazing songs, be legends themselves and start nuclear war with each other but we're all pretty damned zombies to our women, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not poking fun, it's the truth. It don't matter how tough we are or how much school prizes we win. We love our women and we give way. All except when it comes to watching TV or getting some 'me' time that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, some women just loves to be our mother, father, accountant and pastor. They want to know who you with, where you've beena and where you're gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHEM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Imitates snobby voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's over there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where've you been?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sit down here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't park the car there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Slow down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Light red!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"STOP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Taste this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, how DO we deal with it?? LOL. If you guys know, give me a holler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night, fellow Mercs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-7654085460650671160?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/7654085460650671160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=7654085460650671160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7654085460650671160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7654085460650671160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/08/and.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-209042619057185010</id><published>2009-08-21T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:57:05.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I'm back and I'm really kinda worn out now. I don't know if it's me or my that goddamned little bottle of orange juice which had them little jelly slices floating around, that I drank earlier. I'm sure my sis actually spiked em' before I got them outta the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid punk-ass little demon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be the lack of sleep? Cause I've been waking up early these past couple of days trying to get to class on time. But am I early? Well sorta, 30 mins late is sorta... Ah, screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks big time, I'm updating only once a week instead of everyday cause of some damned course I don't even like but have no choice but to do it? Bad luck wanna mess with me? I'll retaliate by SKIPPING class ya dumb sons of bitches. Them dumb-ass mechanical engineering teachers strutting around all day in the workshop complaining bout poor attendace and late-coming. I come everyday you old piece of dog droppings. Which explains why I'm so fuckin' BROKE nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you heard me right. I swear, I was a whole lot richer when I was in Siglap. 15 dollars can actually last me 3 FREAKIN' weeks, I'm not kidding, it actually did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the EZ-link cards running out within the week. What a shitload of fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get this: I just added bout 20 bucks to the damn thing last week and when I tapped out when I was getting home from Church the stupid thing read 9 dollars. 9 SHITTIN' DOLLARS, what happened? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, it's the year 2009. Why do we need these EZ-Link cards as a form of a fare? All we really need them for is some sort of a second ID or something, not a wallet for fare money. If by 2010 next year, we don't stop using EZ-link cards as our form of bus/MRT fare, then that's bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I went on just bout enough for tonight. Check back in tomorrow or something and hopefully I'll have a longer brighter sounding post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night, fellow Mercs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-209042619057185010?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/209042619057185010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=209042619057185010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/209042619057185010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/209042619057185010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-everyone-im-back-and-im-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-2712208989037979658</id><published>2009-08-15T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:40:02.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I just got back from a almost week-long hiatus. Ya know how hard it is to think up of funny stuff to type out everytime I come on here? Screw blog posts talking bout love and everyday life. If you're looking for something new and complex, you've come to the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you all knew that a long time ago. Phooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was Grandpop's birthday and I REALLY gotta hand it to him. 78 years old and he's still as fit as a damn horse. Happy birthday, you roach-stompin' badass Grandpa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, sit back down, punk-asses. Enough bout my life, there's something that's REALLY been bothering me these past couple of days. Now, we're all grown here right? We're all grown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better be, assholes. I'm not gonna get some fatass mum or dad breathing down my neck asking me why I post up entires with my special uses of vulgarities. I'm a guy hitting 19, get over it ya oversized overaged dumb pieces of shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ever noticed that when you're Secondary/High School, you're the first thought on your parents mind. But when you graduate you're that homeless idiot walking around the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day my mum came to my room and started talking bout responsibilities and all that other bla-bla-bla bullshit. Then she says she trusts me now that I'm all--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, hold up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she trusts me but she doesn't TRUSTS me enough to stay out till whenever I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COWA'FUCKING PIECE OF DOG SHIT. IF YOU TRUST ME, THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE NO PROBLEMS OF ME STAYING OUT NOW WOULD THERE?! WHAT A SHITLOAD OF FUCK, WHAT A BOWL OF BUFFALO PISS. FUCK EVERYTHING, IT'S TIME TO TAKE A STAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after I catch up on some sleep. Fuckin' distance from my house to school left me feeling all drugged up and sleepy when I wake up, wish there was some sort of drink that will let me snap outta my sleep or something. It's the year 2009 and we don't even have stuff like that? Shit-Ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God... What the fuck's da time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap it, I got breakfast with da family tomorrow guys. So I'm just gonna end it off down here. So yeah, check back in tomorrow night and I'll probably have a longer post up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Fellow Mercs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-2712208989037979658?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/2712208989037979658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=2712208989037979658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2712208989037979658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2712208989037979658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-i-just-got-back-from-almost-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-3185587487887883384</id><published>2009-08-07T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:02:16.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, NO, this is not a post. Not really anyway, get off the damn couch. Punk-ass son of my bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna be on hiatus for a short period of time and hopefully I'll be back on Monday with some new posts. So if you do WANT to keep coming back to my blog for whatever reason and expect a new post, you can always read through the archives. But be warned, some of them previous entries from the last 2 years are as EMO as HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, if you wanna be kept updated just look out for me on Facebook or MSN. I'm always around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care fellow Mercs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-3185587487887883384?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/3185587487887883384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=3185587487887883384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3185587487887883384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3185587487887883384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-everyone-no-this-is-not-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-3130283464301331537</id><published>2009-08-02T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T09:56:35.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah! Come on right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I headed out with Feroz today to Peninsula to get his shirt for his performance tomorrow, got his stuff, went up to KFC and ate a little late lunch. Boy oh boy, it's been a while since these good ol' teeth sunk deep right into some Kentucky fun down deep, hombre. Way to long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't know if any of you ever felt the way I do bout house phones. If you recall back in my Archives this year or so, I spoke up strongly on how the house phones always seem to ring at the most unappropriate of times. Let's take it to the next level, suppose you're at home alone with some KFC take-out. It's a nice day and and you've got your game console and a couple of the Colonel's finest wings WHEN SUDDENLY THE FUCKING PHONE RINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why do people ALWAYS call at the most inappropriate times? CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TRYING TO RELAX DOWN HERE?! HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the most fucked up part of all sometimes, you manage to get off your couch and stumble your way to the damn phone, you pick it up and say 'Hello' and no one fucking answers! That just hung up cause maybe it's the wrong number or it's a crank call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we carry around our cellphones for? For us to get our personal calls! What's the point of lugging it around when everyone keeps calling the damn house phone? CALL  THE FREAKIN' CELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, there's the monthly bill. It's always an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do get bills in the future, I'm gonna have one word to say: BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why we pay bills? Where does the money all go? Let's say your monthly bills about 40 or 50 bucks. Your mum/dad pays em' and where do they all go really? WHERE IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS SACRED DOES OUR PARENTS HARD-EARNED MONEY GO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine! What you could buy with 50 bucks or more a month. Your parents or you could buy something worthwhile, like a prepaid card, treating your girlfriend to a fancy restaurant, getting some band t-shirts and stuff like that. Goverments are corrupted, we're all born to be slaves, my man. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's the end of another weekend. The weekends go by so fast now... Goes to show how we really appreciate our free time, don't it :-\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes wide open, Mercs! More will up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aideu, mother******!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-3130283464301331537?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/3130283464301331537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=3130283464301331537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3130283464301331537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3130283464301331537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/08/ah-come-on-right-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-5938159412707558018</id><published>2009-07-27T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:45:09.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mum: *knocking on door* You know, you're still going to need to go to school even though you're only half and hour late. You can't stay in there for another 7 hours you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: SHUT UP, SEE! I'M TAKING CONTROL OF MY GOD DARN SCHEDULE, SEE. FROM NOW ONWARD THERE'S NO CLASSES EXCEPT ON THE DAYS THAT I SAY SO, SEE! ALL YOU BOYS BETTER BACK OFF BEFORE I CUT MY WRIST LIKE THE EMO I AM, SEE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ends flashback*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, come on right in. I was just having a flashback of my angsty filled days of Primary School. Now, who here DOESN'T hate Primary school? We all did, it was a time of big-ass kids who had the IQ of a cryogenetically frozen caveman taking your lunch money and giving you wedgies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it once and I'll say it AGAIN. No one and I mean NO ONE has good memories of Primary School, I didn't, that's for sure. WHO in the right mind has good memories of Primary School? You were always treated like 2nd hand pupils and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's the PSLE. PSLE-makers are assholes, they delibrately set up the required aggregates and subjects just to f**k around with out little immature minds and shit. Wanna know why I repeated P6 twice? Look no further then the goverment and the PSLE-makers, boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, this year after I visited Siglap on Teacher's Day I'm going back to Elias Park primary and go all Rambo on their asses. Who's up for it, eh? *glances around audience*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ya buncha wet willies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all the time I have for this particular post. I'll be posting up more sooner then you think, keep an open eye out though. Night fellow Mercs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-5938159412707558018?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/5938159412707558018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=5938159412707558018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5938159412707558018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5938159412707558018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/07/mum-knocking-on-door-you-know-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-5012130471813356498</id><published>2009-07-22T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:45:32.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I knew there's something about that new hand soap in the bathroom. The ingredients in it SMELLED like on of my meds from the doctor a couple years back. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Glances up from book*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Bonjour, didn't hear you come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just heard that Siglap's having their usual study sessions this time of the year. Seeing as how the 'O's are nearby and almost every single student's busting their chops over something like some DNT wood structutre or something, maybe those guys wanna be lumberjacks when they grow up or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Uh... Hey Bob, check out ma new tree trunk. I'm calling it Betty!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You dumbass, that's the giant wooden crane replica the kids built!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there goes the next generation. Lumberjacks of the future for those poor souls who took DNT. God bless em' all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I never really liked DNT back then and I despise it EVEN more now. Wanna know why? You SHOULD by now. If you ain't got no idea why I hate it, you've freshly fucked it up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was spending some quality time with the 360 yesterday or so and I was on a roll, slicing up people here and there. Man, Epic Bad-Assness at work... Until my demon sister started up her damn game called 'Audition'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I REALLY in a million f***in' years have no IDEA why that damn game is so appealing to certain types of people. For those of you guys who don't know what the game's about, it's basically this stupid 3-D game with Japanese girls street-dancing and doing some of the most unbelieveable moves such as spinning around on the ground on your freakin HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, can these games get any more stupid?! I lost my fuckin' concentration on my game when that shitload of fuck starts playing it's stupid Techno songs. Punk-ass Michael Jackson wannabes dancing around on screen with secondhand game clothing, will someone out there find the creator of the game and disect him? SLOWLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was getting used to the beat in the background and all. You know, I sat back on my chair and eased my mind while watching those poor saps on my screen get sliced when THIS happens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis: *whiny voice* Aaron... Entertain me. I see you in school also never talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE FUCK IS AARON?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, see, we've all got siblings, some of us do anyway. Yeah, so when we have younger siblings we look out for them and teach em' some stuff as they go on about our lives, right? Apparently this method failed and my sis, juding from what I've heard, likes this Aaron guy who just so happens to be in Siglap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell blackmail..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, i've got so much to say bout this. But I'm not gonna go on and on bout it for now, maybe tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tally-Ho, fellow Mercs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-5012130471813356498?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/5012130471813356498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=5012130471813356498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5012130471813356498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5012130471813356498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-knew-theres-something-about-that-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-1201338982075164403</id><published>2009-07-19T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T08:24:40.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good God, you're so freakin' hard to please, you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out there everyday, at class trying to make you proud of me. I'm doing the best I can, and the sad thing is you can't even tell I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps... It is cause you spent more time at work then at home? You put food on the table for us all the time but maybe you need to sit back and see what we're all really doing. You say I'm wasting my time, goddamn it, why don't you come on over and see how hard I'm doing what I'm doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually typing this out as to not vent out my anger to much. Why do you think I avoid rows with you? It's cause I know for one, I can't win, you'll always have your goddamned freakin' way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me more then it hurts you, you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my idol, inspiration and pillar of support. But most importantly... You're my DAD, man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it, I'm sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-1201338982075164403?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/1201338982075164403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=1201338982075164403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1201338982075164403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1201338982075164403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-god-youre-so-freakin-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-660517418258854464</id><published>2009-07-16T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:32:04.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this is something I haven't talked about in a while. I USED to talk about it a lot last year, but don't, cause it's unhealthy, it seriously is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kinda came to mind just this morning when I was eating breakfast and a certain TV show caught my eye and I was reminded of a little conversation I had with Amirnur a week before the June holidays. We were on the way back home in the bus, Friday morning, sunny day and comfortable seats in the bus. EPIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was telling me bout why he just wants to stay single for the time being and all. And I felt that I could relate to him in a LOT of ways, I didn't tell him that of course, it slipped my mind when he was talking so I'mma tell it right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's talk bitchy/prima donna/ type of girlfriends. Their the kind that, like everyone knows, wants to get their way all the time. You go to the mall, you'll see some guy heaving along with him a shit-load of shopping bags and a few feet in front of him, flaunting her new dress is his girlfriend, how sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also another thing, the way they'll get all whiny and mad when you have to end a call early and shit even though you've been on the phone for two FREAKIN' hours. So you'll say something like 'But I'm tired, my body's weary.' then she'll say somethin' like, 'I'mma get myself a better and more attentive person then you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, go get the young motherfucker, I don't care. Poor fool's turn now to put his phone to his ear every night to hear the sound of sharp nails screeching on a damn blackboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It don't take all night to talk bout how's your day, whatcha doing tomorrow, when do you wanna meet up etc. What the fuck you wanna to talk till 3:30am in the fuckin' morning with that kinda shit, what the FUCK am I tryin' to prove here?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It don't take all night to talk bout a certain topic, ok for most girls yeah, I understand, I'm talking bout CERTAIN girls here. 30 minutes!!! I'll give ya 30 mins to talk bout a certain topic that's bothering ya! That's a heavyweight 3 round bout, and people get knocked out in the first goddamned round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You layin' the smackdown on me over the phone screaming stuff like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spoilt/Bitchy/Impatient girl: You know what, I can't believe you. This is like, the third you wanted to hang up early! Don't you even care about me anymore?! There's someone else isn't there?! You're hanging out with that stupid shy girl from--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: STOP ALL THAT HOLLERING AND PUT DOWN THE DAMN PHONE SO I CAN GO TO SLEEP!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin' loud mouthed once you get it started then it goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spoilt/Bitchy/Impatient: YOU ARE!!! OH, IT'S SO OVER BETWEEN YOU AND ME, YOU HEAR ME, YOU --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: BITCH, I SAID BUST A NUT!!! *HANGS UP*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh... All that damned girl-dominates-guy phone calls, I'm sick of it. Like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spoilt/Impatient/Bitchy: So, whatcha gonna buy for me next time? Where we gonna go, what are you gonna be doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bust you motherfuckin' head, that's what the fuck I'll do!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spoilt/Impatient/Bitchy: Oh, surprise me on Wednesday will you? Those roses are dead and I'll be needing more flowers for my new procelain vase, you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: FOR WHAT, YA NASTY *INSERTS DEMEANING WORD HERE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoilt/Impatient/Bitchy: Oh. so you WON'T do it? I thought we were suppose to shower each other with gifts, roses and soft cuddly toys everytime we meet up--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'LL BUY YOU THOSE STUFF WHEN I WANNA GODDAMNED FEEL LIKE IT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, how much more demanding do you wanna get? And when they start pretending to cry and all that shit, just let them go on cause they got to LEARN, they got to learn, the fuck they'll learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here's another thing, it's something quite personal? On a certain level I guess, now we're all grown here, we've all have some younger siblings that we kinda hate but still love no matter what. But when it comes to that particular period of time when your sis gets a boyfriend, the family's gonna gather round the dinner table and the relatives anre gonna start shaking the heads and saying 'My sister ain't doing a goddamned thing bout her kid, look at her talk to him like that. Oh my, my, my.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'mma be my sister's future boyfriend's babysitter. No, I ain't lying! It's TRUE! I'mma prove to everyone I'm a good brother and trustworthy enough to the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fuck that guy up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's don't need to get all suspicious, like what's in it for her or anything. I'm doing this job for free. She don't need no hidden videos lying around the place just to see what's goings on. Cause when he comes right out the room and to where she is, he's gonna look her in the eye and tell her what the fuck's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he walks out and he's got a cut right on his forehead and blood's spilling down like cherry soda and she screams at me, 'What the fuck happened to my boyfriend???!!!' I'mma tell ya, sis, I took a hammer and slapped THE FUCK OUTTA HIM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumpin' on my bed, using my MSN to contact his shit-bags of Ah Bengs and Indian gigolos, showing me his piercings and fucking homo-ass tattos. SIT YO PUNK ASS DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, Luis Lim, the Merc with a mouth. Night fellow Mercs, eyes wide open with tweezers for the next post up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-660517418258854464?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/660517418258854464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=660517418258854464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/660517418258854464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/660517418258854464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-this-is-something-i-havent-talked.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-1249410718035639072</id><published>2009-07-13T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:23:13.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, is the window secured? God-awful sons of bitches can be flying around in the rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys haven't noticed, it's been raining quite a few times this couple of weeks and when it rains it pours, like we all know. But here's something else, when it rains... It brings in unwanted DISGUSTING visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about those bugs, you know the ones who ALWAYs for some reason fly into people's houses. I'm not talking bout those small ones but those big-ass ones with giant wings and big black fuckin' bodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sure most of you guys have encountered them before. They look like giant wasps but aren't really wasps, there's a name for them I just don't know what it is. But fuck it, they can be called Bees II, Waspinator, W.A.S.P or Bumble-fuckin-wasp for all I care, these guys DO NOT come into my house and scare the shit outta anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you do see them, you kinda get into a shocked state and all, so all you could do is scream your freakin' lungs out or turn away and run. I mean, what I'm trying to say is--OH GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Takes out fly swatter in defense*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Nothing... Oh my God, I need to calm down. Don't think too much bout it, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, just this other night last week, I just finished dinner and like any other guy I went to the bathroom to wash up and waddya know? A fuckin' big bug's on the freakin' rug sitting there, thinking my bathroom is a SHELTHER FROM THE RAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the little fu**nut caught me with my pants down. I AM NOT KIDDING. I MEAN IT LITERALLY, HE CAUGHT ME WITH MY PANTS DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ran out to get the swatter and when I got back, the little shit-ball is scrambling to hide behind the damn sink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get back here, you little f***ing piece of dog-turd. *whacks mindlessly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I missed and he ended up flying back out into the rain. But HE left and I'm still in the bathroom, LUIS WINS. Gross-out FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean for some reason, those freakin assed bugs keep flying into our houses every single time it rains! It's freakin' annoying, and you know what's worse? IM the one who has to catch them most of the damn time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis: Kuya (Big bro in Tagalog) there's a bee in my room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT?! Again?! you want me to stop my fucking game to catch some fuckin' bee?!! Holy mother of fuck, you wanna know how those bees get in? CAUSE YOU LEFT THE FUCKIN' WINDOW WIDE OPEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a bit of arguing, I killed the bee and threw him out the window. I almost half-expected a swarm to come right at me the moment I did that but thank God, there wasn't a nest nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I, a insect/creepy crawlie bounty hunter?! Man, my sis is afraid of ants for God's sakes, ANTS! Now, my Dad and Grandpa share my feelings bout our unwanted guests and we EXPRESS our feelings in the most colorful ways possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad hates lizards, so do I. Hate em', hate em', hate em'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my grandpa? He's badass, seriously, which senior citizen picks up a cockroach, throws it to the ground hard and stomps the shit outta it? That's HARDCORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, they aren't around most of the time, which leaves ME to take care of those crawlies in the daylight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously man, next time there's a bug and I catch it, someone in the household better pay me. My bounty-hunting for crawlies don't come for free, Jesus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-1249410718035639072?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/1249410718035639072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=1249410718035639072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1249410718035639072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1249410718035639072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-is-window-secured-god-awful-sons-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-8100988195846922652</id><published>2009-07-03T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T11:07:17.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I REALLY don't wanna look at the time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's not that I'm afraid that it's late or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Looks at date*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH!!! Two more days till school reopens*@#@#$^&amp;*!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta say, it's been a pretty satisfying 5 or 4 weeks though. I went out, partied hard and really enjoyed myself. Goddamn, must the holidays end so soon? Time really few by, I ain't kidding now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon, we'll all be back to our monotonous lives, waking up, going to school/work, coming home and repeating the same process the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all fated, sir. We're bound to be zombies till the day we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, I'm really starting to get creeped out by what I just said. Espacially since it's f****** TRUE, time to lighten things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Throws empty can of Coke at passerby at the street below*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah shit, it's a cop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, when was the last time YOU woke up, got dressed for school, glanced outside the window just in time to see a beautiful sunrise before thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why am i doing this? It's a beautiful start to the day and I've gotta spend half of it in school? Screw THAT! I could stay at home, read a book, go skateboarding or calling up the guys after THEY'VE finished school. Not going to school one day isn't gonna end the world.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the LAST time you thought like that? Eh? Huh? HUH???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I wonder how Siglap has been doing. I haven't been in since Mrs. Lye's leaving party about... I don't know, several weeks ago? I heard their having their orals right about now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time DOES fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm done for the night, everyone. But keep an eye out, I'll update sooner then you think though. Cheers, fellow Mercenaries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-8100988195846922652?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/8100988195846922652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=8100988195846922652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/8100988195846922652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/8100988195846922652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-really-dont-wanna-look-at-time-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-6726833285103930704</id><published>2009-06-27T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:25:27.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iPFD_A-O0UU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iPFD_A-O0UU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the best 'Fail' compilation vid I found on YouTube so far. Enjoy fellow Mercs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-6726833285103930704?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/6726833285103930704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=6726833285103930704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/6726833285103930704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/6726833285103930704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/06/probably-best-fail-compilation-vid-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-3717821540663635958</id><published>2009-06-27T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:22:23.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what's bullshit part 7</title><content type='html'>You know what's bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curfews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even gonna stress it, this is something everyone hates, curfews are bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to teach a kindegarderner bout curfews at all, they won't listen anyway cause they KNOW it's something that will haunt them and their teenage lives in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes curfews, so why do certain people keep setting them up?! Cause their Agents of the Devil that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe Ted Turner, Ted's an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me for example, and this is something i'm not joking about. I AM NOT, I'mma repeat myself, AM NOT allowed to stay out AFTER 10 FREAKIN' PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am DEAD serious, I'm not fucking joking at all. I'm gonna be friggin' 19 this year and I still get the Parent Protection Program on hounding on my ass and keeping tracks of my every damn movement every single day. That's bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when the average guy/girl hits the big 18 or 19, their already considered adults. And it's every parents dream to see their own child stand on their two feet,to be independent. But how are you gonna expect that when you fucking hound them?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what? I'm gonna be checked up on every single hour? Go home every time I'm told to just cause it's a little too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, FUCK THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So say it out loud, everyone. Cause that's bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-3717821540663635958?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/3717821540663635958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=3717821540663635958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3717821540663635958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3717821540663635958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-know-whats-bullshit-part-7.html' title='You know what&apos;s bullshit part 7'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-8740382710720391039</id><published>2009-06-24T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:46:17.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my God, I've got a headache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, stop laughing, can't you see I'm doubled over down here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're laughing in your eyes and telling yourself 'He's not gonna update cause he's lazy!' don't lie man, I can see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I'll be back tomorrow with a proper update and everything ok? Promise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-8740382710720391039?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/8740382710720391039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=8740382710720391039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/8740382710720391039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/8740382710720391039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my-god-ive-got-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-5175871611104351547</id><published>2009-06-15T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:08:32.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so some of you might not know but I'll be taking my BTT (Basic Theory Test) on Driving on Saturday and I've been preparing since 1pm today, no joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I won't be posting up so much down here till Saturday pasts. I will STILL be active on Facebook and all just not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I'm, honest to God, not ready at all for this test but what the hell, I'm just gonna barge right through it and I'm familiar with a couple of the subjects on it, so I HOPE that this time I'll make it through. Wish me luck all right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-5175871611104351547?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/5175871611104351547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=5175871611104351547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5175871611104351547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5175871611104351547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-so-some-of-you-might-not-know-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-1947455266106268065</id><published>2009-06-11T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:06:01.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, and I'm back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been a few days, 3 or something something days since I last updated? I don't know, I'm too friggin' lazy to open up a new Tab and have a look. Who in the right mind would want to do that? It's bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feroz and Nazri came over today to hang out and Nazri brought his extra controller and his Fifa World 2009 game. I'm not sure what the title was, I never played any ball games on the 360, so i'm stumped. The only sport game I played was Wrestling and boy, did it feel good to suplex some poor soul onto the mat that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazri wanted to play Left 4 Dead AGAIN. I swear, it's a laugh to fight alongside him and this time he wanted to go all Advanced mode on the zombies. Which got us held up at the most simplest parts of the levels AND our asses handed to those brain dead assholes, I SWEAR some of those zombies actually kicked me while I was down. Literally. Aren't zombies suppose to BITE and tear rather then kick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tough but we pulled through. Nothing stops THIS tag-team. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND my mum's birthday is coming up. So what's it gonna be this year? Watch? Bracelet? Necklace? 10,000 pounds of dynamite ready to explode in a matter of moments hidden in the hood of the car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By God, where did THAT come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a card again... Yes, that should do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You want it, you got it, the bullshit is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-1947455266106268065?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/1947455266106268065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=1947455266106268065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1947455266106268065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1947455266106268065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-and-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-1922139999941976777</id><published>2009-06-07T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T09:52:07.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What, I'm getting tired at 12:27 already? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I celebrated my sister's birthday on Saturday. And that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm friggin' serious all right? No steak-house, no party streamers no apple cider and no--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your mind outta it, kid. It's not THAT kinda post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are getting off REALLY slow down here. Goddamn, I feel like I'm caught in some time warp and that time is purposely moving slow or something. Somewhere up there, the Fates are munching on popcorn and laughing their damn heads off at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Facepalm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, stay tuned in and I'll be back tomorrow with a longer post. Later everyone and good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I_______________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-1922139999941976777?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/1922139999941976777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=1922139999941976777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1922139999941976777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1922139999941976777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-im-getting-tired-at-1227-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-5368030168351816149</id><published>2009-06-03T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:01:21.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boy, am I pissed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't even be updating this thing. I should be away punching out some poor punching bag's stuffing out. Fuck, I don't have that kind of thing at home cause their unavailable here in this island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SHOULDA TOLD ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-5368030168351816149?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/5368030168351816149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=5368030168351816149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5368030168351816149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5368030168351816149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/06/boy-am-i-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-5487637431858513872</id><published>2009-06-02T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:12:31.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, now this is REALLY gonna affect me waking up tomorrow and all... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what am I saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 1:42AM, baby. Crank those beer bottles and turn the music up, baby, cause it's GO TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only they can happen without attracting any blue boys at all. And by blue boys, I mean the cops if you guys didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow's the day of my final exam for the term. The message got out and about that it was gonna be in the computer lab or something, I don't know. And I'm not studying for it? PHOOOO... The rebel meter just went WAY up, baby, don't look now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Feroz and I were thinking bout organizing a barbeque or something. A little fun-time since Summer's here and all and trust me, we NEED the fun-time. Damn corrupted timetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure when, but I think the barbeque's due to happen in two weeks hopefully. And hey, EVERYONE's welcome to come, really! Just leave your name in the tagboard if you wanna come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for tonight and I'm gonna go slump down on the bed cause I need, in the name of everything Holy, to get up tomorrow for the exam... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I get into that particular course again???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Get well soon, kiddo. Much misses...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-5487637431858513872?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/5487637431858513872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=5487637431858513872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5487637431858513872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5487637431858513872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-now-this-is-really-gonna-affect-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-6134318691501120061</id><published>2009-05-29T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:31:02.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFgpeO5Ltok&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFgpeO5Ltok&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY wanna catch this, seriously. If you've watched all three Terminator movies like I have, you'd know how amazingly complex and awesome the storyline, characters and the movie itself really is. Most of it cause Governer Arnie himself played the T-800 terminator and made him one of the best bad-ass Anti-Hero in movie history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And come to think of it, can you IMAGINE if THAT kind of stuff were to actually happen? Judgement Day, machines vs man, all that kind of stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thought so. *shibers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna catch it on Sunday or something. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And good luck to Sery (Kiddo) on her MT exam on Monday. Go get em' kiddo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-6134318691501120061?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/6134318691501120061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=6134318691501120061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/6134318691501120061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/6134318691501120061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-begins.html' title='The End Begins'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-2894117553003843596</id><published>2009-05-28T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:13:29.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow... WHAT a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNEW for a fact that most people won't turn up after the exam yesterday. So why in the F*** did I still go?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, *fakes deep snobby teacher voice* Attendace is VERY important here in ITE, so do your absolute BEST to attend every single lesson even though you are sick or someone in your family passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrummm... Pussies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went home and Farid and Nazri came over to hang out and give the ol' 360 a go. Which game? Left 4 DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you don't know the game Left 4 Dead, you should probably go over to GameSpot.com and have a look see. I'm not gonna spend the rest of the entry talking bout it, but if you guys haven't heard of it, you probably should anyway, it's one of the most-talked about video games so far this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's their first time playing the game and... Ok, Left 4 Dead is one of those games that need that requires teamwork at times and well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say it got ugly a little too fast at times. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never laughed so hard in one single freakin' afternoon for as long as I know. Just seeing Farid get his ass handed to him by zombies in so many ways is too priceless. I wish I could have recorded the gameplay somehow but unfortunately, I don't have the right equipment :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the class reunion, wow... I really can't wait for it and I'm somehow getting the urge to skip class tomorrow. NOW TELL ME, ALMIGHTY GODS OF OLYMPUS, SHALL I OR SHALL I NOT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gods must be asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of asleep, I think Sery fell asleep on me during our convo in MSN. Who's the old one now, huh kiddo??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-2894117553003843596?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/2894117553003843596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=2894117553003843596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2894117553003843596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2894117553003843596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-1090939722253143665</id><published>2009-05-27T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:28:13.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/Sh1puMZG-hI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tinf78DgKSE/s1600-h/web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/Sh1puMZG-hI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tinf78DgKSE/s320/web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340540975452715538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I miss bothering her... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught her at a bad time twice in a week already. LOL... No worries, kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, she DOES have panda eyes LONG before this short convo. Ahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-1090939722253143665?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/1090939722253143665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=1090939722253143665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1090939722253143665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1090939722253143665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/05/damn-i-miss-bothering-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/Sh1puMZG-hI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tinf78DgKSE/s72-c/web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-3957500532834719208</id><published>2009-05-27T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:23:23.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And now... For something different tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;War Journal Entry,&lt;br /&gt;May 28th 2009,&lt;br /&gt;12:05 PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The campus is a cesspool, I am sure of it now. More then I ever was in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;It's corridors are filled with filth and scum who speak like damned drunks in bars.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen it's true face and it is not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Corruption is everywhere, every single corner, every single turn.&lt;br /&gt;Turn the right corner in the campus and you might find a scandal, a heart broken or a simple foolhardy race for a cheap cigarrette.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are as broken down and dirty as others. Easier way to collect paychecks while the rats are in their cages.&lt;br /&gt;Whores are everywhere, with their cheap clothes and their hair dyed.&lt;br /&gt;Smoking underneath the radar, gambling, selling their bodies to the scum and filth.&lt;br /&gt;Even the decent-looking girls are selling their bodies to the filthest of rats in their courses.&lt;br /&gt;A girl who is mixed with Indonesian descent is now with a crotch-grabbing mucus of a human being. Girl had bright future ahead. Fool.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, light still peaks out around the dark corners of the campus&lt;br /&gt;A small yet shining light&lt;br /&gt;It'll take more then that to clean up this cesspool.&lt;br /&gt;If there are any decent people left, I do not know of much, only a handful.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I think there aren't any decent ones left except for the ones I know.&lt;br /&gt;But the most laughable pieces of scums are the Indians, who strut around.&lt;br /&gt;Possibly homosexual, must remember to investigate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd you all like my 'dark' journal entry? Haha.. I thought I'd do something different for the night though. Blame The Punisher and Rorschach from WATCHMEN, their the ones who inspired me to this particular piece. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward to the next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-3957500532834719208?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/3957500532834719208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=3957500532834719208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3957500532834719208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3957500532834719208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-176309646990083704</id><published>2009-05-25T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:57:14.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good evening, ladies and gentlemen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long hiatus of four days or more, I have returned to blog more about my boring old life which I tend to exaggerate on more then one level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, as if I wanna continue talking like THAT during the rest of this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been a few days since I last posted up something and all. So here's a little vid to make it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I post up this vid... You all know Hitler I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he wasn't all serious and shit like that and this vid proves why xD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EE3j-9E0aHQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EE3j-9E0aHQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-176309646990083704?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/176309646990083704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=176309646990083704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/176309646990083704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/176309646990083704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-evening-ladies-and-gentlemen.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-5702863543041500091</id><published>2009-05-21T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:10:38.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh praise the Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kisses calender in an almost lustful manner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not a freak. Stop looking at me like that, it's freaking me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who DOESN'T love Fridays? The whole world loves it to death. We'd kill for everyday to BE a Friday, imagine that. All those guys who have white-collar jobs crack open beer bottles and glasses of champagne on Fridays, students go to parties, get wasted and high on Fridays. Kindergarderners sit down in front of the TV and watch Barney the purple gay Dinosaur--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, they always do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hate Fridays, then there are 3 reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You're strange&lt;br /&gt;2. You're a workaholic, not by fate, by CHOICE. NERD!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. You're a freakin' killjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are one of those three above, preferably number 2. Do the world a favour and change your attitude. Or better yet, kill yourself. Slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going back to Siglap to visit Mrs. Lye with Amirnur tomorrow. God, it's been a month or two since I last set foot in there. I miss that place, seriously... I wonder if I'll run into the 'kid' tomorrow... Hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-5702863543041500091?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/5702863543041500091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=5702863543041500091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5702863543041500091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5702863543041500091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-praise-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-2597584324844055669</id><published>2009-05-18T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:04:09.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Looks up from book* Oh! Hello, didn't hear you come in. Greetings and welcome to my own personal blog, where you hear me go on endless rants every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm not gonna act like that the whole way through. What I wanna do is to share with you this little name-thing I found over Aini's blog. It's laughable, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name meaning according to your alphabets&lt;br /&gt;A: You like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;B : You like people.&lt;br /&gt;C : You are really silly.&lt;br /&gt;D : You like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;E : You are a damn good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;F : You are dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;G : You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;H : You have a very good personality and looks.&lt;br /&gt;I : You are great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;J : People adore you.&lt;br /&gt;K : You're wild and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;L: Everyone loves you.&lt;br /&gt;M : You are great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;N : You like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;O : You are an awesome kisser.&lt;br /&gt;P : You are popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;Q : You are a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R : You are fucking crazy.&lt;br /&gt;S : You are easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;T : You're loyal to those you love.&lt;br /&gt;U : You really like to chill.&lt;br /&gt;V : You are not judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;W : You are very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;X : You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Y : Best g/f b/f anyone could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;Z : Always ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's try it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Everyone loves you&lt;br /&gt;U: You really like to chill&lt;br /&gt;I: You are great in bed&lt;br /&gt;S: You are easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;I: (See above)&lt;br /&gt;T: You are loyal to those you love&lt;br /&gt;O: You are an awesome kisser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: You are a damn good kisser&lt;br /&gt;S: (See above)&lt;br /&gt;P: You are popular with all types of people&lt;br /&gt;I: (See above)&lt;br /&gt;N: You like to drink&lt;br /&gt;O: (See above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: (See above)&lt;br /&gt;I: (See above)&lt;br /&gt;M: You are great in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so let me get this straight... Everyone loves, me, I like to chill out, I'm easy to fall in love with, I'm loyal, I kiss like a GOD, I'm popular with all the sterotypes around me, I like to get wasted and I'm an animal in bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that even sound a little too much for you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it's hilarious and probably something to blog about when you're bored. Till tomorrow! Adieu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-2597584324844055669?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/2597584324844055669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=2597584324844055669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2597584324844055669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2597584324844055669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/05/looks-up-from-book-oh-hello-didnt-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-6659604490713619441</id><published>2009-05-17T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:17:24.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear pen-pal...</title><content type='html'>12:21 pm... Huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I'm really gonna try to make this lengthy and all since my last two posts were about two hours after midnight and I probably sound like some middle-aged woman in her 40's on her first day having her monthly period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dodges thrown TV*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe that was a little over the top, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not gonna waste any more time. Who here has a pen-pal? For those of you who don't know what a pen-pal is, you probably should anyway. It's someone who lives in another country and you guys talk over MSN or something all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, show of hands here, who has a pen-pal???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Glances around at audience*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh... Ok then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, meet my pen-pal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/ShA_xC5n6aI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CrAzAXYZz2I/s1600-h/collaboration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/ShA_xC5n6aI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CrAzAXYZz2I/s320/collaboration.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336835670258739618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name's Ariane, I won't give away her last name and other stuff to respect her privacy and all. And if you think you can get it out of me, you're wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, her name's Ariane, like I said above.&lt;br /&gt;We've been talking for THREE YEARS, yeah, since 2007&lt;br /&gt;Long friendship, no?&lt;br /&gt;She lives in some part of New Zealand, I forgotten where though.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got to know her over a friend who played this online game&lt;br /&gt;And apparently she plays it to. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, I always thought it would look weird for a girl to play some guy game&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it's a real BIG world out there&lt;br /&gt;So we started talking &lt;br /&gt;And sometimes she surprise me, really&lt;br /&gt;She's bold, crazy and fun to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, she's 100% of all that&lt;br /&gt;I have lots more to say but I'm not gonna say them just yet&lt;br /&gt;PRIVACY, look up the word&lt;br /&gt;And that photo up there is edited by me. &lt;br /&gt;Friendship pic, guys, don't TELL me you guys never heard of one&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna wrap this up with a song dedicated to her.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for for being there, Ari&lt;br /&gt;This song's for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Q-PotmhAIg/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Q-PotmhAIg/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=Q-PotmhAIg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=Q-PotmhAIg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=Q-PotmhAIg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=Q-PotmhAIg" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/Q-PotmhAIg/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/Tum5lE-/music/t59Qx4pa/boys-like-girls-thunder-boys-like-girls/"&gt;Thunder - Boys Like Girls - Boys Like Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-6659604490713619441?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/6659604490713619441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=6659604490713619441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/6659604490713619441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/6659604490713619441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-pen-pal.html' title='Dear pen-pal...'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/ShA_xC5n6aI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CrAzAXYZz2I/s72-c/collaboration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-2015902022068723382</id><published>2009-05-17T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:41:13.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, look before I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, am I reading this right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102 posts already? Wow shit... You know when I first created this blog I never really expected for the posts to hit the 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This... CALLS FOR A CELEBRATION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old-picture posting time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1 class photo. We were pimply kids then :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/Sg2h1WjtA2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/4LwoUBl0Hk8/s1600-h/2783_1140998370309_1387920113_388324_3471669_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/Sg2h1WjtA2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/4LwoUBl0Hk8/s320/2783_1140998370309_1387920113_388324_3471669_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336099071464375138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to THE HOOD, bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/Sg2imrtU4cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5vlnucon3IU/s1600-h/1_789891989l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/Sg2imrtU4cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5vlnucon3IU/s320/1_789891989l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336099918955471298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are NOT a gang! KEEP THAT IN MIND! Ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/Sg2jNcAmLFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YjwsDkLVUug/s1600-h/1_710793871l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/Sg2jNcAmLFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YjwsDkLVUug/s320/1_710793871l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336100584756227154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys in the Hood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/Sg2jlEao2zI/AAAAAAAAAEM/O-ZlLMkigrE/s1600-h/1_122627175l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/Sg2jlEao2zI/AAAAAAAAAEM/O-ZlLMkigrE/s320/1_122627175l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336100990739864370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it for this particular post! I just love those pics, it brings back memories of the good ol' times where life was easier. And to tell you guys the truth, those pics above? Were taken during Sec 3 Final Year EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, take that examinations. We take pictures not caring bout wheather we fail or not. In your face! Welcome to the streets, punk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna introduce you guys to someoneone special to me in my eyes. She's someone I've been talking to for the past 3 years and I don't think you any of the guys know her cause she's a pen-pal of mine from New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-2015902022068723382?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/2015902022068723382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=2015902022068723382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2015902022068723382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2015902022068723382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok-look-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/Sg2h1WjtA2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/4LwoUBl0Hk8/s72-c/2783_1140998370309_1387920113_388324_3471669_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-8698170880212036406</id><published>2009-05-14T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:23:56.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what's bullshit part 6</title><content type='html'>You know what's bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those buses that stop by every 15 minutes or more at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the 518 bus for example, having to wait at least about 15 f*****g minutes for it to show up is an absolute pain in the anus. Espacially when you're in a hurry. I mean, why do buses going to the city takes so damn long? Do they take turns to take a dumb along the road? Yeah, that'll be something I'd like to have on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it because there's only one goddamned bus to the city? Ok, maybe not just one, two. I'm being real nice here, trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the other buses, they all come every once in a while like 5 minutes to 8 minutes. But some buses take their own freakin' time to drive down the road being road hogs and purposely showing up at the most incovenient of times. That's bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing that REALLY pisses me off is when the said bus is suppose to arrive at the timing indicated on the board and it doesn't even show up and you'll have to wait like another 10 to 15 f****** minutes for it to arrive but only this time it's accompanied by ANOTHER bus with the same number! What, were they racing to see who hogs the road the most or something? That's bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what you do, if you plan to go to the city, take a train, plain and simple. But if you want a long journey, that's fine, that's fine. But grab your IPOD and blast the songs away cause that bus of yours isn't coming anytime soon. And that's bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-8698170880212036406?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/8698170880212036406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=8698170880212036406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/8698170880212036406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/8698170880212036406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-whats-bullshit-part-6.html' title='You know what&apos;s bullshit part 6'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-2283430572585232808</id><published>2009-05-12T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:17:39.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's see... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:28 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's something. Usually my posts are at 1 plus or 2. Hmph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these past few days has been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Looks at audience*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience : MUNDANE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it, mundane as f***. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically what I've been doing is going to Facebook and doing some quizzes here and there. If you guys have a Facebook, add me up there. E-mail's the same, it's fun and wayyyy better then Friendster. I mean, who uses Friendster still nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Looks around for show of hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been listening to this song by The Fray called 'You Found Me'. It's basically, (From what I gathered from the lyrics) is about this guy who's had a pretty bummed out life so far, every night he prays to God to help him out until one day something so bad happens that he declared that it was a little too late for God to even help him out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that's deep, really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, most of The Fray's songs are all sad and deep. Go search "How To Save a Life" another one of their songs and you'll see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for tonight, I'm ending this cause I really need the beauty sleep for tomorrow before I get to class late again. Sheesh... Talk about dumb ITE teachers and strict timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, coming up next is "You Know What's Bullshit"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-2283430572585232808?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/2283430572585232808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=2283430572585232808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2283430572585232808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2283430572585232808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-1715493279352186761</id><published>2009-05-10T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:18:39.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Mum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for putting up with me. It has been rough for you to put up with my dumb acts at times and most of the times when you arrive home from work you're all worked up cause you're doing your part in supproting the family along with Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really said it out loud but here I am, typing it out on this thing called a 'blog'. I just wanna say that you're appreciated by me and Anna. Even though we don't show it, we love you mum, with every fibre in our being, we love you. This song is dedicated specially for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was young me and my mama had beef&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets&lt;br /&gt;Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face&lt;br /&gt;Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place&lt;br /&gt;Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool&lt;br /&gt;with the big boys, breakin all the rules&lt;br /&gt;I shed tears with my baby sister&lt;br /&gt;Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids&lt;br /&gt;And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama&lt;br /&gt;When things went wrong we'd blame mama&lt;br /&gt;I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell&lt;br /&gt;Huggin on my mama from a jail cell&lt;br /&gt;And who'd think in elementary?&lt;br /&gt;Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day&lt;br /&gt;And runnin from the police, that's right&lt;br /&gt;Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside&lt;br /&gt;And even as a crack fiend, mama&lt;br /&gt;You always was a black queen, mama&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand&lt;br /&gt;for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man&lt;br /&gt;You always was committed&lt;br /&gt;A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it&lt;br /&gt;There's no way I can pay you back&lt;br /&gt;But the plan is to show you that I understand&lt;br /&gt;You are appreciated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair&lt;br /&gt;No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there&lt;br /&gt;He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't let me feel for a stranger&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along&lt;br /&gt;I was lookin for a father he was gone&lt;br /&gt;I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs&lt;br /&gt;They showed a young brother love&lt;br /&gt;I moved out and started really hangin&lt;br /&gt;I needed money of my own so I started slangin&lt;br /&gt;I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks&lt;br /&gt;It feels good puttin money in your mailbox&lt;br /&gt;I love payin rent when the rent's due&lt;br /&gt;I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I was low you was there for me&lt;br /&gt;And never left me alone because you cared for me&lt;br /&gt;And I could see you comin home after work late&lt;br /&gt;You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate&lt;br /&gt;Ya just workin with the scraps you was given&lt;br /&gt;And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin&lt;br /&gt;But now the road got rough, you're alone&lt;br /&gt;You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way I can pay you back&lt;br /&gt;But my plan is to show you that I understand&lt;br /&gt;You are appreciated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama&lt;br /&gt;I can always depend on my mama&lt;br /&gt;And when it seems that I'm hopeless&lt;br /&gt;You say the words that can get me back in focus&lt;br /&gt;When I was sick as a little kid&lt;br /&gt;To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did&lt;br /&gt;And all my childhood memories&lt;br /&gt;Are full of all the sweet things you did for me&lt;br /&gt;And even though I act craaazy&lt;br /&gt;I gotta thank the Lord that you made me&lt;br /&gt;There are no words that can express how I feel&lt;br /&gt;You never kept a secret, always stayed real&lt;br /&gt;And I appreciate, how you raised me&lt;br /&gt;And all the extra love that you gave me&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could take the pain away&lt;br /&gt;If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright if ya hold on&lt;br /&gt;It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way I can pay you back&lt;br /&gt;But my plan is to show you that I understand&lt;br /&gt;You are appreciated"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are curious, the song is "Dear Mama" by Tupac Shakur, Rest in Peace, Mr. Shakur. Hip-Hop isn't the same without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow dudes and dudettes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-1715493279352186761?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/1715493279352186761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=1715493279352186761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1715493279352186761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1715493279352186761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-mum-thank-you-so-much-for-putting.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-1805137255533735846</id><published>2009-05-07T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:42:25.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boy, am I bushed out or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really loathe these late days. I thought I would have gotten used to it but I'm not. Jesus, you wake up early in the morning and come back around 5 just to feel like some old man who's just been through World War III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not f***ing exaggerating. It's the freakin' truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided. I'm not gonna go to school tomorrow, serious, honest to God. I think all those late nights are already catching up with me, I feel so freakin' wasted, seriously. I think a good day at home should do it. I just hope I'm not getting sick or anything around this time. Man, that will SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on whether I should or should not head to school tomorrow, i'll decide after this post. That's all for tonight, cause I think I need to hit the bed NOW before I REALLY shorten my life span or something. Here I come, dreams. Wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-1805137255533735846?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/1805137255533735846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=1805137255533735846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1805137255533735846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1805137255533735846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/05/boy-am-i-bushed-out-or-what-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-8815003762596309686</id><published>2009-05-06T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:02:16.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some... Reason. I feel strangely light-headed... Ugh... I... Think... It's cause... I'm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Head slumps down and begins snoring.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-8815003762596309686?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/8815003762596309686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=8815003762596309686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/8815003762596309686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/8815003762596309686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-6715603274995513698</id><published>2009-05-05T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:28:20.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now, I know I wanted to post up something. I just can't remember what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SgBLg1xjQGI/AAAAAAAAADs/5M2XbUpDwu4/s1600-h/emteenaaargh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SgBLg1xjQGI/AAAAAAAAADs/5M2XbUpDwu4/s320/emteenaaargh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332344986369474658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Teena. You crazy-rebellious girl, you. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your last ywo years in Siglap and your prom night next year. I know it's a little early to start wishing, but hey, who am I to talk right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a present for you though but I miss the few times we hung out together. Me, you, Mira and the guys. I think the one memory that will stay is that fake "Police officer" or "CID" or whatever, I think you know what I'm talking about. Ahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think he was a fake though... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enjoy your day, may all your wishes come true and I'll see you around when I visit Siglap ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-6715603274995513698?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/6715603274995513698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=6715603274995513698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/6715603274995513698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/6715603274995513698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-i-know-i-wanted-to-post-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SgBLg1xjQGI/AAAAAAAAADs/5M2XbUpDwu4/s72-c/emteenaaargh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-7401130733318289670</id><published>2009-05-05T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:14:04.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what's bullshit part 5</title><content type='html'>You know what's bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those sudden jerks after the bus or MRT brakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I know there's suppose to be a little jerk whenever you pull a brake on your car or any other automated vehicles but those jerks after the bus/MRT brakes are really a pain in the assf***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le'ts picture a scene as usual. You're standing in the middle of the bus with your headphones on, there's a stop coming nearby and you brace yourself for the sudden jerk. But what you didn't expect was that you'll be sent flying around the damn bus like some like some invisible force was pushing you around like from the movie "The Exorcist", that's bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes the sudden jerks can be manageable and sometimes their just plain annoying. Some of the jerks will sent you forward slightly while others make you feel like you're being treated like some action figure being thrown around by some big-boned kid with an oversized greas-stained T-Shirt and short pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, why do people ALWAYS grab on so tightly to the handle bars? Cause the damn bus drivers can just slam down on the brakes and the sudden force will make them fly around the bus and they'll have to climb back up and go back to their orginal seats, bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what to do: Send a letter to ALL bus drivers here in Singapore. Ask them to call for some bus mechanic if there's such a thing and change the freakin' brakes. Cause their BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-7401130733318289670?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/7401130733318289670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=7401130733318289670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7401130733318289670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7401130733318289670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-whats-bullshit-part-5.html' title='You know what&apos;s bullshit part 5'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-3418316798694039388</id><published>2009-05-03T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:06:20.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, now I know I should be counting those sheeps right about now. cause it's 1:43 AM and I got class tomorrow at 8:30 but really, who gives a flying pancake f*** anyways?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going rebel this month and that means, I'mma go to bed at anytime I want. For this one whole month, I'm the boss and what I say goes. Don't like it? Shoot yourself in the head, or better yet, the crotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hung out with Feroz today. Headed over to Peninsula to grab my Band Shirts and guess who we spotted there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazri AKA Skater Dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, it's been a while since I last saw him. I'm not surprised or anything considering how I Linked him up down here on this thing called 'blog' and we kept in touch over it. Oh boy, Nostalgia's coming again... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still that class reunion thing coming up though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after I grabbed my band shirts and all, Feroz had to leave to... Ah, you know, I know. Let's keep it that way, eh? LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:53 AM, boy am I racking up the rebel meter or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some odd reason, I just had this weird craving for Milo. Ever wonder why they called it Milo in the first place? It's Hot chocolate, yeah, Milo is actually hot chocolate. So why not use hot chocolate instead of coming up with a name for it? That's bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of  bullshit, you ALL know what's coming up next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, it's "You know what's bullshit"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-3418316798694039388?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/3418316798694039388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=3418316798694039388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3418316798694039388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3418316798694039388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok-now-i-know-i-should-be-counting.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-5965738723948320138</id><published>2009-05-02T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:46:19.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow... How said is this? I've had the posting section right here in front of my face for about 4 hours and I just started typing out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know I promised a long post. But I had a REALLY bad day today so I'm just going to keep it short, sorry. And sorry if I seem a little mad now cause I just am. Goddamn it, how would you feel if you can't help a friend in need even though you promised him/her you would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitty, that's what you'll feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I think I need to get an early night or something or get out and let loose whichever ways work first. Later... Oh and before I forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the moment when needed the most &lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost &lt;br /&gt;They tell me your blue sky's fade to grey &lt;br /&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away &lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carrying on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low. &lt;br /&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee you go &lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line &lt;br /&gt;You're falling to pieces every time &lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carrying on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down &lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know &lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday &lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say &lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carrying on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down &lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know &lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ooh, what a horrible day) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink and the whole thing it turns out &lt;br /&gt;Wrong &lt;br /&gt;You might not make it back and you know that you could be well oh that &lt;br /&gt;Strong &lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most &lt;br /&gt;Oh you and I &lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down &lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know &lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;you see what you like &lt;br /&gt;and how does it feel one more time &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day(x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-5965738723948320138?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/5965738723948320138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=5965738723948320138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5965738723948320138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5965738723948320138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-5609355921216620377</id><published>2009-05-02T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T04:33:34.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh God, I'm fucked... How did I get myself into these types of situations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn it, my heart's been on high alert since this morning. Think, goddamn it, think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find a way somehow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-5609355921216620377?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/5609355921216620377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=5609355921216620377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5609355921216620377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5609355921216620377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-god-im-fucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-4593515314537106032</id><published>2009-05-01T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:09:12.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 2:32 AM and I'm sitting down on my grandma's desk with my laptop on and a glass of water in my hand. For some freakin' reason, my throat's feeling dried up. Shit on a stick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today about... 8 hours ago or so. I went over to Far East Plaza to watch Feroz perform, Aini and Siti tagged along. I was kinda hoping to introduce them to the guys, espacially Nashrah and Hannah. But since they took their own sweet time walking around Orchard and all, I'd say the meeting was to be due at another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the performance, said goodbye to the guys and headed over to the Esplanade with Siti and Aini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy, have I missed out a LOT or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Esplanade is, in simple terms, AWESOME on a cosmic level. I always thought it was just some place to sit but slap my butt-cheeks and call me granddaddy, it's AMAZING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause it's night, I don't know but in short. It's f***in' amazing, I'll tell you that. I'm kinda hoping to head back there this Sunday though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aini and Siti were a crazy bunch. Crazy in a good way, now. Put down those machetes before you behead me, I said crazy in a good way. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I KNOW I sound dead tired and I am. I'm just posting this entry, if I wasn't so tired, I'd have a lot to say. But now, my fingers are all lazy and I know I'm gonna wake up around 11 or so tomorrow which I hope not and all. And look it's 3:07 AM already and something tells me I should sleep, like NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I kinda hope to hang out with Siti and Aini again. And sorry for my bleary-eyed post tonight, I'll post up a much more detailed one tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights dudes and dudettes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-4593515314537106032?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/4593515314537106032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=4593515314537106032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/4593515314537106032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/4593515314537106032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-232-am-and-im-sitting-down-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-2928912615560453655</id><published>2009-04-30T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:17:04.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The tagboard's being as asshole. I'm really beginning to hate that screwed up piece of dog-turd. All I want to see are my goddamned comments on the tagboard damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a short post, I hope that the tagboarrd will be back later or something. Stupid piece of crap on an ice-cream stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-2928912615560453655?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/2928912615560453655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=2928912615560453655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2928912615560453655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2928912615560453655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagboards-being-as-asshole.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-6171523844145879750</id><published>2009-04-29T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:14:15.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm not sure if a 'Whoa' could cut it. I'm thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 'Holy shit' could do pretty well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just logged on to this little website called blogspot and glanced over at my Tagboard and... Woooo-we, that's something all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look over at my Tagboard and you'll see what I'm talking about. It looks like Siti's back and she's got more words to say to the already-'vanquished visitor' of mine that seemed to have gotten cold feet about a day ago. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Wow, she's got tons to say bout Haters. I think I might need to take down some of her words, I could use them for future uses against people I REALLY hate. Hahas ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow... And there goes the threat against the 'visitor'. Can she really track him down and hurt him/her? Well, if she can, grab that video camera and call me up! That vid's going up on YouTube! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you did it again, Siti. You showed that 'visitor' the PROPER way outta people's blogs and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me while I go get my connection problem sorted out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, and I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, like I said, Siti did it again and proved her awesome way of getting the Haters out of the blog although if I were that 'visitor' guy/girl. I'd worry about Siti tracking him/her down via that... Thing she promised to do with the computer and all. You don't mess with an IT student, they have the powers to disassemble and reassemble your laptop/computer/other lectronic items with thier mind power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really gotta lay off the comics sometimes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now that Siti had her share of bashing at the 'visitor'. Perhaps I should take my turn now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, my psychotic-possiby overweight-mentally challenged-cow humping transvestite of a visitor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you go go around on people's blogs posting up rude comments about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked yourself that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few theories of my own on why you would want to do this. Is it because you were abandoned at childbirth because your parents knew they were bringing up a future psychotic Hater? Are you the result of a one night stand? Did Daddy not give you any attention? Was Mummy a sadist? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, did your boyfriend/girlfriend dump you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since you are no longer visitng my blog, I do not expect an answer at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I am immature? You put up hate comments on people's tagboards. I calm myself if I have beef with the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You insult. I rationalize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not being the immature one anymore now am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No answer. I'm not surprised, Siti did a good job shutting you up. Better then what I would have done anyway. I am a loser? Incorrect, my paranoid nutjob, YOU are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comp will explode? Well, I wouldn't disagree on that. I most certainly hope that you were caught in the blast, had your face horribly burned off with your skin unable to grow back. Thus, damaging your self-confidence for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the real world, Hater. Welcome to MY world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, now I really gotta stop on those 'Punisher' comics a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-6171523844145879750?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/6171523844145879750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=6171523844145879750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/6171523844145879750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/6171523844145879750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/04/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-5304853374174862439</id><published>2009-04-28T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:00:13.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what's bullshit part 4</title><content type='html'>You know what's bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The automatic-flushing toilets at Tampines Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never been to Tampines Mall (You need to get out more) or only visited there once or twice, you guys should know what I'm talking about. What's wrong with those toilets? Their assholes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys don't know what I'm talking about, those toilets at Tampines Mall somehow has some automatic flush system. So you think "Ok, cool. That doesn't sound to bad." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is, imagine, you going into a toilet to do your business with Nature. You sit down on the toilet seat and before you can even do anything, the toilet flushes by itself! What's so wrong about that? The f***in' water splashes your behind every single damn time it flushes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might have gotten used to it by now. But can you imagine what might be going on through the mind of others as THEY sat down in the cubicle? Imagine THEM having thier asses sprayed with cold water before doing their damned business. That's bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I actually have a lot to say about this topic. But I can't as the stuff I wish to say are either to disgusting or just plain weird. So what you're seeing me type out is just a so-called censored version, yeah right... Pfft...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what you gotta do when you really need to use those toilets? Go to the cubicle, pull down your pants, take your dump, pull it up, forget bout wiping your behind with all those papers and just let those toilets flush by themselves. Cause automated toilets that flush every 5 freakin' seconds? That's BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-5304853374174862439?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/5304853374174862439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=5304853374174862439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5304853374174862439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5304853374174862439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-whats-bullshit-part-4_28.html' title='You know what&apos;s bullshit part 4'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-2340662217743474208</id><published>2009-04-27T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:41:31.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, where do I start, Holy shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, probably most of the people I know personally know the fact that I'm pretty vengeful or veangeful, however the hell you wanna spell it. And I don't take kindly to haters at all. Oh, I'll banter with them word for word, you can count on me on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you look at my tagboard. One of Aini's friends (If you guys don't know who she is by now. Back track a few entries.) Siti Nana, I'm not sure if I myself spelled it out right, I think I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what she typed out to the so-called 'visitor' has made me come to this conclusion. If I have to summarize what she typed out to the freak of a visitor in a sentence. It would be this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY FLYING GOOD RETALIATION, BATMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit, I never expected to see THAT on my tagboard at all! Goddamn that was awesome! Man, oh man... Can anyone give me a long DAMN???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Siti Nana or Siti: You're awesome, I really couldn't have done it better myself. Honest to God, I swear. As far as I'm concerned, you're A-OK in my book, oh and you're linked already :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the 'visitor': Yes, she does have a point. Why not put your name up, you lousy pile of horse-turd? As far as I know, what she said Siti said to you? You just got OWNED, BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is a entry of "You know what's bullshit"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-2340662217743474208?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/2340662217743474208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=2340662217743474208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2340662217743474208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2340662217743474208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-5302821497089794480</id><published>2009-04-25T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:52:09.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man, I feel like shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no idea what to do tomorrow, to tell you the truth. I've already worn out my list of movies to watch over video and I think I'm gonna get all nostalgia already on certain things... Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a few hours, right now in fact, is a Sunday. And Sundays are the worse, really. Knowing the fact that in a few hours is the last day of the weekend really makes me wanna groan like hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do on a Sunday? Nothing really, knowing that the fact that tomorrow's a f***ing school day and that you're early nights are already at an end after two days. To some people, I don't know, must be those overly cheerful ones who haven't experienced the dark side of life, think that Sunday is a GREAT day for having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm sure you'll wanna go to bed early cause of classes the next day! *School boy's voice-over* Golly gee! School, I'm so excited I wanna scream my lungs out! HOORAY! Another long week of teachers bossing us around with impossible tasks and amazingly boring lectures! WOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be just another day in the life of Luis Lim, Half Filipino, Half Chinese... Will something exciting or other-worldly happen in my life just once? Jeez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I take off though... In 5,4,3,2 and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I understand that you've been frustrated lately cause of work and we can't talk much as we did last time. I understand that then and I understand it now, I'm just glad that we can manage a small conversation even though you're stressed out with your work at times, I'm sorry though that I annoy you sometimes and believe me when I say that I'll try not to anymore :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-5302821497089794480?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/5302821497089794480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=5302821497089794480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5302821497089794480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5302821497089794480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-man-i-feel-like-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-2716112293810370882</id><published>2009-04-23T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:43:05.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, it's a fast one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember yesterday when I said to leave a comment on whether I was to 'immature' to let Envy/Jealousy take over me? And um... Thank you, Mr/Miss/Mrs. I-can't-pronounce-your-name-right-cause-you-probably-failed-English-in-school-psychopath. Thanks for your brutal and honest opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who the hell is this guy/girl? Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a spammer, you can take your spamming and GTFO. It means get the F**k out for those who don't really understad what GTFO means. You all probably do by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was boring, nearly half the class ditched class and for some reason, i contemplated on it. Who doesn't contemplate on ditching class once anyway? Unless you're a nerd or some goody-two shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class ended, I headed down to Feroz's place to slack off with Nashrah and Hannah for a little while. Ah, memories of High School are flooding back happily. Goddamn it, I miss those days when everything was easier... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I ran into Miss. Tan, my former Science Teacher back at Siglap. That sure raised the nostalgia metre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get to head out to my rooftop this evening before dinner. Everything looked so amazing from up there, I got to watch the sunset on the roof for the first time ever. Man... I wished they would keep the door to the rooftop unlocked almost everyday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is where I hang my hat. I'd continue on with the entry but I made a promise to sleep early tonight. Later dudes and dudettes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-2716112293810370882?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/2716112293810370882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=2716112293810370882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2716112293810370882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2716112293810370882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-its-fast-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-7883074679873553534</id><published>2009-04-22T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:01:24.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are some things I REALLY wanna get off my chest here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can right here on a BLOG. But... No, no. I'd rather release all my thoughts to someone or even better to no one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I really need? A big dumbass bully, I don't care if he's got brains or not. To beat the hell out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something, and I don't care if you answer or not. If you do, give me a honest answer. I'm dead fucking serious, see, I didn't censor out the 'F' word. That's how serious I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just tell me a goddamned honest answer if you have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not being matured enough? Is that why Envy/Jealousy attack me so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone has the answer to that, leave it on my Tag board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something else I wanna say though. But I'm not gonna say it on this post, and God KNOWS how much I wanna type it out right here and now but I won't. I'll wait till tomorrow to post it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a lighter note, I had a great afternoon. It hit one of my 'Memorable memories' list and I'm gonna remember this afternoon for a very long time. I'm serious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the thing I wished to type out but didn't? I HAVE a LOT to say bout that topic so don't get to cocky now, topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That goddamned drawer won't open to let me get my charger for my IPOD. God's hating me nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later dudes and dudettes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-7883074679873553534?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/7883074679873553534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=7883074679873553534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7883074679873553534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7883074679873553534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-229999000402630187</id><published>2009-04-21T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:45:05.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentleman, what are the seven Deadly sins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust, Gluttony, Sloth, Wrath, Pride, Greed and Envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've probably heard of them if you guys take Literature classes or do some deep insight research on certain stuff like me. According to some monks, these seven deadly sins are meant to be dark evil thoughts of the Devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually one of those seven sins actually paid me a visit in the evening, did you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I gotta tell you, trying to fight Envy is NOT easy. It just doesn't come once in a while for everyone. It comes almost everyday if you don't conquer it... AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their on way of dealing with it? Me? I'd rather have Envy/Jealousy materialize into a person so I can show him/her how I 'welcome' jealous/envious thoughts into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I'm not the only one who has gotten these feelings. So here are a few things you can do to forget bout the envy or fight it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put on any song with a good loud head-banging beat and destructive lyrics. Relax and let your mind be one with that particular song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Got a violent action packed movie? Pop that f***er right in the DVD player, imagine yourself as the protagonist and scream, and I mean SCREAM your lungs out whenever the hero does something mind-blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to some sports store and hope they have a punching bag you can hang from the ceiling. Get a pair of boxing gloves and just pound away at the bag imagining it as your point of frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so that's three. If you guys have a better way of dealing with envy/jealousy, do it. And let me in on your secret as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my so-called battle with Envy/Jealousy. Jesus, I thought listening to my songs was gonna get rid of it. NO. I even watched my Rambo trilogy, Die Hard trilogy, The Punisher, Batman: The Dark Knight, the Bourne trilogy, everything! Every single violent bloody action-packed movie I had failed to get rid of the Envy/Jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to go on with the rest of the evening. After dinner, I went off to watch another movie, V For Vendetta. You guys might have heard of it, I never went to see it in the theatres, I only watched it through DVD which was a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when that little shit Envy/Jealousy popped up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy/Jealousy: Someone's trying to ignore their feelings... Ooohhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Will you shut up? I'm not ignoring the feelings, I'm expressing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy/Jealousy: By being quiet? Watching some movies? Listening to songs? Bah! Bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Worked on you before didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy/Jealousy: This time your jealous feelings are flowing so strongly inside you. I can feel it! You're jealous cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Like I said, it's NOTHING NEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy/Jealousy: Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hail to the king, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, no I'm not going crazy. That's what me and Envy/Jealousy were talking like... Psychologically speaking of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is where I hang my hat for tonight. Later dudes and dudettes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I WON'T say what it was I was envious or jealous about. The only way you'll know is to get a mind-reading power like Professor X's and get into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-229999000402630187?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/229999000402630187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=229999000402630187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/229999000402630187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/229999000402630187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/04/ladies-and-gentleman-what-are-seven.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-7597270236697701608</id><published>2009-04-20T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:06:54.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, 1:53am. Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually supposed to be in bed cause I got class tomorrow. But for some reason, I just can't sleep. God, I feel like such a sissy saying that, goddamn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, 1:56am in the morning typing out this post. I planned to post it up earlier and all but my fingers were to darn lazy to even make a move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite revealing actually. I didn't fall asleep in that old guy's class, that's one and other stuff that happened during the day like me eating spinach with a loaf of bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinach on a loaf of bread. How 'Failtacular'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I stand on this piece of land called the world.&lt;br /&gt;The end is nigh and it made me curl&lt;br /&gt;In the darkest hour,&lt;br /&gt;most fear and cower&lt;br /&gt;The light's burning brightly&lt;br /&gt;she has come to take me&lt;br /&gt;ever so lightly. &lt;br /&gt;And when kingdom comes&lt;br /&gt;All will be said and done.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, most of you think it's gibberish. Yeah, it's not my best I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so worn out and yet I'm not sleepy. Screw it, I'm just gonna go ponder in one corner. Later dudes and dudettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-7597270236697701608?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/7597270236697701608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=7597270236697701608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7597270236697701608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7597270236697701608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-153am.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-7605906512172643127</id><published>2009-04-19T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:42:42.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what's bullshit part 4</title><content type='html'>You want it. You got it. The 'bullshit' is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, before I start ranting. Let me remind you all that this is completely satirical. Don't know the meaning of the word, look it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you ever been held up in traffic in a week? Some of you might not have your driver's license but I'm sure most of you guys got held up with your parents in your Dad's car. And think about it, why are all those people in the cars agead honking their horns? It's cause some asshole holding up the traffic way up front!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when the jam is over, the cars start MOVING on slowly again. It's like some aftermath of some apocalyptic event and the cars engines are just starting up. This is what happens when traffic starts, it's bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some students gotta go to school and some adults need to head to work. But how in the hell can they do that if some jerk-wad's up way front doing God knows what inside his car! What did his car radio suddenly got busted? Did his balls got caught in the engine? WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's what to do. The next time you and your parents get caught in a jam. Get the f*** outta your car, run all the way forward, find some flashy nice sports car or a motorcycle, throw the driver out and take his car and drive off. Cause traffic's BULLSHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I know it's not one of my best but hey, it's 12:42...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-7605906512172643127?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/7605906512172643127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=7605906512172643127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7605906512172643127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7605906512172643127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-whats-bullshit-part-4.html' title='You know what&apos;s bullshit part 4'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-3400535472519694173</id><published>2009-04-17T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:07:51.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/Seiijv6DeFI/AAAAAAAAADY/XQq9WJU6Blg/s1600-h/dance+fail.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/Seiijv6DeFI/AAAAAAAAADY/XQq9WJU6Blg/s320/dance+fail.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325685294404696146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/Seih7H9-qwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kSlAj5FUdfg/s1600-h/beer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/Seih7H9-qwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kSlAj5FUdfg/s320/beer.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325684596488973058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SeihQp3v4qI/AAAAAAAAADI/D3Rhev-hrsU/s1600-h/titanic+fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SeihQp3v4qI/AAAAAAAAADI/D3Rhev-hrsU/s320/titanic+fail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325683866855269026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. what can I say? I love those 'Fail' images I find over the Net. Even better, I love watching those video compilations on YouTube. I swear to God, they crack me up so hard I think my insides are about to come bursting through my stomach every time I see a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I fell asleep again in class and let me tell you, it was a break from all those lessons, yes. The sad thing is, even the teacher from my module can make watching funny videos look boring and make me fall asleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son of a bitch! He did it again, he made me fall asleep when we were actually doing something interesting. Good God, if he does this one more time, I'mma head back to Siglap and spent another 4 years there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, I haven't posted up another 'You Know What's Bullshit' entry for a while. I'm starting to miss my own satirical rantings about the unnecessary things in life though. I'll get on it tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this entry is about someone who I've somehow grown closer to in just a matter of days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met in the most unusual of places.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not SO unusual. You could even call it common.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, it's like we're somehow telekinetically connected or something.&lt;br /&gt;She can read my mind and I can read hers.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me smile everytime that happens.&lt;br /&gt;About her...&lt;br /&gt;I said this about lots of other girls in the past and I'mma say it again&lt;br /&gt;She's really something...&lt;br /&gt;She's so patient, nice and so easy to get along with.&lt;br /&gt;She laughs at my jokes even though I know their lame.&lt;br /&gt;She's the type of girl that's hard to find these days&lt;br /&gt;with all those 'bad-girls' or Minahs going around&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I could say I'm a lucky guy.&lt;br /&gt;Now, most of you know I'm not a dashing or a surfer dude type of guy&lt;br /&gt;My buds would know that I'm more of the couch potato, family and friend-caring type&lt;br /&gt;Hell, some would even call me the comic-book relief guy.&lt;br /&gt;The comic-book relief guy is the one who always gets himself in unexpected situations. And always gets away with it, never failing to get a laugh out of those who know him.&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;She just likes talking to me and appreciating who I am.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad for that, very.&lt;br /&gt;I told her me being shy is unique.&lt;br /&gt;She told me being brave to tell her what I wanted to tell her would make me more unique.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and told her what I wanted to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;No voice, no glory, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-3400535472519694173?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/3400535472519694173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=3400535472519694173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3400535472519694173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3400535472519694173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/04/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/Seiijv6DeFI/AAAAAAAAADY/XQq9WJU6Blg/s72-c/dance+fail.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-7104771036363513912</id><published>2009-04-14T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:34:11.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh God, what time is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't feel like heading to class tomorrow. I seriously don't, tomorrow's a LONG day and I've had enough on my plate as it is, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this was supposed to be a 'You know what's Bullshit' post but considering the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it's a short post and everything. But hey, what would you do if you're in my situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later dudes and dudettes, will update tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-7104771036363513912?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/7104771036363513912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=7104771036363513912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7104771036363513912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7104771036363513912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-god-what-time-is-it-oh-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-4024197616153772272</id><published>2009-04-13T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:52:36.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a seat class, and that means YOU, Billy.</title><content type='html'>Well, I really gotta say. I really miss my late nights a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now with classes restarting, I'm reduced to the usual 12:30/1 am time period. Which means I'm gonna have lesser time to do the things I do at night, like posting this up for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're probably wondering, "Why not do it when you come home in the afternoon?" Afternoons? Well, yeah, if I finished at 1 then it's cool. But on most days I usually end about 3 or 4, I'm pretty sure I mentioned this in past posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, today was ok. Everyone's cool with each other and all, and yeah, the goddamned Theory class still sucks ass with boredom as a side dish. Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my dry humor? That's what happens when you're rushing against time. You've got no time to think up of anything to say. I'll be sure to address THAT in a future post of "you know what's Bullshit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I had McDonalds for dinner. Seriously, why can't they open up a Carl's JR somewhere here? The new mall, Tampines 1 did it, why not here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys never heard of Carl's JR before. It's McDonalds and Burger King times 20. The burgers are huge and awesome, the side orders are amazing and make you wanna go back for seconds... If you can even finish your first helping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all for tonight. I'll be posting up again tomorrow... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope *scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-4024197616153772272?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/4024197616153772272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=4024197616153772272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/4024197616153772272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/4024197616153772272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-seat-class-and-that-means-you.html' title='Take a seat class, and that means YOU, Billy.'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-2966772159799852229</id><published>2009-04-10T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:52:13.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/Sd9aUrqXsgI/AAAAAAAAADA/xUAz4idH5-g/s1600-h/Fail+comp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/Sd9aUrqXsgI/AAAAAAAAADA/xUAz4idH5-g/s320/Fail+comp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323072595939537410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudes and dudettes, what, I ask you can be more 'Failtacular' then the image above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God, she's evil and took control of my actions throughout the game. Never in my life have I lost so badly in tic-tac-toe. I pleaded for mercy but did she give me any? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahx... That's Sya and me playing some tic-tac-toe to past the time about two days. She's a darned good player and a beast at Tic-Tac-Toe. BUT I did beat her at Reversi ^^...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went down to Feroz's place today. We only talked awhile before he headed off to meet his girlfriend. I went back home, dusted off my portable DVD player and watched a couple movies to pass the time, man... How long has it been since I actually sat down and watched one of my DVD's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly... When was the last time I really sat down and WATCHED TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bugger off, I'mma go put my legs up on the table and watch "Rocky" till 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-2966772159799852229?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/2966772159799852229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=2966772159799852229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2966772159799852229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2966772159799852229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/04/dudes-and-dudettes-what-i-ask-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/Sd9aUrqXsgI/AAAAAAAAADA/xUAz4idH5-g/s72-c/Fail+comp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-4569317149275850288</id><published>2009-04-08T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:47:07.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what's bullshit part 3</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my third "You know what's bullshit" post. A satirical gripe on the unbelievable mind-blowing, completely uncessary, parts of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to be clear, This "You know what's bullshit" idea didn't come from me. Go to YouTube and type out the title and you'll see what I'm talking about. I'm just doing my own version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leftover food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, leftover food are a waste of space. They fill up the spaces in the fridge unecessarily when the spaces itself could be filled with newly bought ingredients and other stuff like that. Sometimes I open up my fridge and I find about 5 to 6 cartons of leftover food, some of them even extending to about 3 days for fuck's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is eating them. Imagine, you just brought home this large take-out barbecued chicken one night. It's tasty, yeah, but you just can't bring yourself to finish it so you pack it in one of those food cartons and leave it in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, you open up the fridge and take out the chicken and heat it right up in the microwave. But when you eat it, it doesn't have the same taste it did last night, some of the parts are as hard as ice and the other half is hot as hell, that's bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really makes my stomach churn is to having to EAT them. Some leftover food still have that original taste even though it's been left overnight and heated up again. But most of them wanna make you puke up all over it and make you take a second glance over at it and ask if what you're eating really is what you're eating and not some diarrhoea-dump from a buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take out all your leftover food, toss them into the garbage dispenser, feed them to some stray cats or donate them to the Bum's Society. Just don't leave them in your fridge, hogging all the space, cause that's BULLSHIT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-4569317149275850288?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/4569317149275850288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=4569317149275850288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/4569317149275850288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/4569317149275850288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-whats-bullshit-part-3.html' title='You know what&apos;s bullshit part 3'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-8757115678998042742</id><published>2009-04-05T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:30:18.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh boy... Ok, let's start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping late and when I'm the type of guy that usually sleeps at 2 or 2:30, my type of 'late' means something more extreme. Anyway, my eyes can carely keep themselves open no matter how much I try to fight. What a bitch tiredness can be sometimes. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I can actually get some coffee from outside without anyone noticing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got about... A week left before school reopens and I'mma tell you, I'm completely indifferent wheter it starts again or not. It'll be just like any other day except that I have class. Unlike Secondary School, I always had something to look forward the past 4 years. Such as giving Teng Chiew, the shortest kid in my class a swirlie with my buds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,, now I wasn't THAT mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who don't know, a swirlie is when you stick a person's head in the toilet and flush... Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on, I never gave HIM a swirlie even though I was tempted to a couple of times. I ain't a bully :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe sometimes... Nah, don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the agenda for this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get outta the house for some cool stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get ready to meet up the guys and chicks for the reunion of 4T2 of Siglap secondary school. Get ready, Sentosa, cause that train that hit you? That was 4T2. Though I'm not sure if we're even doing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Slack off at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Brood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Drink some tea with a good book on a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Shuffle (Look, go along with it ok?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Quality time with the 360&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Make my self FAMOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do some serious thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Stand on the rooftop and stare out into the sunset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the list all right. Now if you excuse me, I'm gonna try to sneak out to the kitchen for a little snack. I wonder if there's anymore Apple Juice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-8757115678998042742?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/8757115678998042742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=8757115678998042742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/8757115678998042742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/8757115678998042742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-3435338312123149960</id><published>2009-04-02T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:28:09.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, and I'm back and no, it's not another entry of 'You know what's bullshit' tonight. Nah, that's tomorrow or sooner then you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first off, I wanna thank Sya and Feezah for the encouragement boost they typed out on the tagboard. You guys can view what they said on the board just on the right hand corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Today, today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, basically I stayed in as usual. I read some of my books, not textbooks, actual BOOKS. Like Lord Of The Rings and books like that, from 11:30 am to 4:30. Man, it's been a while since I actually sat down and read a book now that I think of it. When was the last time I actually did that anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary 6?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Crikets crick*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that long hours of actually reading. I managed to catch a couple movies over Movie25.com. Word of advice, dudes and dudettes, if you're looking for some film that was shot in the 1990's or 80's, chances are you won't find much of them on that website, cause it's not really a fully loaded movie library if you know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap movie websites, they'll do that to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I caught the Wolverine movie and... Well, I think I'm just gonna catch it when it hits theaters the 29th of this month as the one on Movie25.com isn't very good. And would you look at that... I'm still watching a movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's Gran Torino, starring the legendary Clint Eastwood. If you're interested in Hollywood stuff or simply love American movies, then you'll instantly recognize Clint Eastwood. Don't know him? Ask your parents, cause their bound to know who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the plot of the movie centers around a retired War Veteran. His wife just died, his family doesn't care much about him and he lives alone with just a faithful dog for company in the suburbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change when a Korean family move in next door to him. He rescues the son from a life of crime and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you'll have to catch the movie for yourself to find out the rest of the plot. All I can say is that I love the movie, I'll give it a 8/10 for Clint being a badass even in his prime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I gotta go and get some shut-eye. I've been sleeping late these past few days and when I say late, I mean LATE, goddamn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-3435338312123149960?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/3435338312123149960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=3435338312123149960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3435338312123149960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3435338312123149960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-and-im-back-and-no-its-not-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-3316979216165983058</id><published>2009-04-01T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:57:49.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Dad,</title><content type='html'>I remember how it was like those days. Do you remember? You were Batman and I was Robin. Even though we went through some rough times back then, you always managed to make me safe whenever you're around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, those days are over now isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is, that I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I can't be YOU. Why can't you understand that? I'm not perfect, you know it, I know it, so why do you keep pushing sometimes? I'm not you, I never can or will be. I'm my own person, no one can change that, not even you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forged my own path in life, yes. But I'll stay true to it, true to your vision. You once spoke to me about goals and Destiny in life, I'm making my own goals and destiny now, do you even know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes our conflicts get a lot heated then back in those days. Our ways of life clash every now and then, and everytime it wounds me to the very core until I can't utter a word to anyone. Yes, I've carved a path between my way of life and yours, I've tried so hard just to see you smile broadly at me. I've done everything to make you proud, is that not enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me how to stand on my own two feet. There were others that taught me, my friends, Mum, Grandpa, Grandma but YOU, you were the one teacher that I'll never forget. Now I am, I'm on my own two feet, I'm ready to face whatever comes by and yet you don't think I'm ready, i understand. I'm not ready as well, but I WANT to ready myself, not by anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you possibly be missing those days when it was easy? Back when I used to run around with a care in the world and you sat there watching me approvingly, never hesitating to correct me if I ever did wrong. I'm ready to take flight but I'm reluctant, can't you understand that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's cause you care about me" that's what Mum said. I've heard that before and every now and then, the small gestures make me believe it. But you have to understand that I'm not that little kid who ran around in his diapers with a chocolate ice-cream cone anymore. I'm 19 and I can make my own decisions. It's nt gonna be easy and I know you'll be there with me throughout the whole way. All I'm asking is a little space for myself. You're suffocating my mind with your plans for me, I make my own plans now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything, despite our clashes in the past, despite what you said. I KNOW you love me, and I you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart, Dad, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-3316979216165983058?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/3316979216165983058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=3316979216165983058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3316979216165983058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3316979216165983058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-dad.html' title='Dear Dad,'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-1187547457794089358</id><published>2009-03-28T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:06:34.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what's bullshit part 2...</title><content type='html'>You know what's bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone calls that occur at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if you will, a sunny afternoon, you're plopped back on your bed, you've got a whole month off from school, you put your feet up, turn on your XBOX 360 console, slip in the new game you just bought and begin playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now 20 minutes later, you're intensely playing it. It's just you and the game in the world then suddenly the phone rings and nobody has the FUCKING COURTESY TO PICK THAT FUCKER UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what the HELL is that person calling the house for? If you got to talk to someone in the house, call the damn cell phone, don't raise the house phone bill call that person's cell phone! The house phone is for emergencies only goddamn it, I don't want it ringing every single 5 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are instances where the phone will ring at exactly 5 IN THE MORNING. Unless it's a REAL emergency, don't fucking call at 5am, it's annoying and unncessary, so don't call during the wee hours of the morning unless it's something important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the movie "Back To The Future II"? Where the house phones are being replaced by video calls through the widescreen TV or something like that, I forgot. If we don't have that kind of technology in the next two years, that's not slow progress, that's BULLSHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-1187547457794089358?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/1187547457794089358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=1187547457794089358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1187547457794089358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1187547457794089358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-whats-bullshit-part-2.html' title='You know what&apos;s bullshit part 2...'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-8869410721754479016</id><published>2009-03-25T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T06:35:33.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what's bullshit...</title><content type='html'>You know what's bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singhealth Polyclinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That place is bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, why do you have to take a number in order to see the doctor? It doesn't matter if I get a number to wait in line to see the doctor, I'm a patient, I wanna see the doctor cause my head is throbbing and that's final. I don't wanna stand in line to get a small slip of paper with a number on it to see the doctor, that's bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's the queue numbers. They don't always go in order and some people panic when it seems that they missed their numbers. Are those guys responsible for the number-change just fucking jerking off behind the scenes or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it takes so long just for your number to show up. And when it does, your on the very verge of leaving the clinic already. So here's what to do, show up at the clinic, go on straight up to the doctor you wanna see, ignore the other patients and tell the doc your problem and advice your friend to do the same too cause the bullshit man said so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-8869410721754479016?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/8869410721754479016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=8869410721754479016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/8869410721754479016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/8869410721754479016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-whats-bullshit.html' title='You know what&apos;s bullshit...'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-3515080075693688682</id><published>2009-03-02T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T06:57:45.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SavzXsXyuTI/AAAAAAAAACw/8TcKZCR4S80/s1600-h/P1010382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SavzXsXyuTI/AAAAAAAAACw/8TcKZCR4S80/s320/P1010382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308604174159755570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SavyuIdGqRI/AAAAAAAAACo/rPJqqdL2Yn4/s1600-h/P1010386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SavyuIdGqRI/AAAAAAAAACo/rPJqqdL2Yn4/s320/P1010386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308603460143720722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SavyA5OcxfI/AAAAAAAAACg/MoC7hRXA678/s1600-h/P1010378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SavyA5OcxfI/AAAAAAAAACg/MoC7hRXA678/s320/P1010378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308602682961610226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SavxmjFGmjI/AAAAAAAAACY/iENqFPBCR08/s1600-h/P1010376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SavxmjFGmjI/AAAAAAAAACY/iENqFPBCR08/s320/P1010376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308602230340229682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what time is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:42 pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta tell ya, this past few weeks have really taken a toll on me. I've gotten in contact with some of the Express girls back in Siglap, ex-Express girls anyway. And we've been talking and talking and talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you could say that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And C'est La Vie occured not to long ago, on Saturday actually. It was awesome to see everyone again, well, not EVERYONE, just the people from the lower Sec's and ex-school mates who just rocks my balls off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, do I REALLY have to post up the pictures? I'm feeling the laziness somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for the love of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it, folks. If you wanna see more of the pics, you'll have to go over to my Friendster to view them :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a flying cow-**** if you don't have a Friendster, just GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm absolutely evil ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-3515080075693688682?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/3515080075693688682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=3515080075693688682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3515080075693688682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3515080075693688682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-what-time-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SavzXsXyuTI/AAAAAAAAACw/8TcKZCR4S80/s72-c/P1010382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-4760360123103958690</id><published>2009-02-15T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:58:31.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, my name's Luis Lim. I live in an apartment in Queens, NYC, it's a small quiet little part in New York so I'm amazingly content. I'm currently attending a city college cause I prefer to be a little bit more closer to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the weekends or sometimes after class, I'd go skateboarding in Central Park or jam with my so-called 'band' at one of my friend's house. I'm a normal guy who just loves any type of music, give me a genre and I'll something good to say bout it. Ask me to listen ro Rap/Hip-Hop and I'll list down my 5 favourite rappers, rock music? Any type would do, be it emo/screamo/Alternative, pass me the mic/guitar/drum sticks pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not going off my rocker, guys. That section above is my ideal life. Yeah, you read that right. And it's the third post of the day?! *Fakes British accent* Preposterous! Is this really Luis, of my word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm bored and random, sue me anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, there's a reason why I come by tonight. The below section is dedicated to one Nur Hafizah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHEM&lt;br /&gt;Nur Hafizah also known as Feezah&lt;br /&gt;Short term actually.&lt;br /&gt;Man, where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;Well, from the very beginning I guess&lt;br /&gt;I first knew her on Friendster when she added me up.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really talk even though we were in the same school&lt;br /&gt;For 4 long years.&lt;br /&gt;And we just started talking this year, damn!&lt;br /&gt;So, here's how it went, see.&lt;br /&gt;I was on the bus on the way to my Church one Friday evening&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that crowded, Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;I just so happened to look at the back of the bus&lt;br /&gt;And there she was, listening to her MP3&lt;br /&gt;I thought about going there to say hi&lt;br /&gt;But I was kinda scared to cause I thought she didn't recognize me&lt;br /&gt;As I neared my stop, she got up and walked to the back door.&lt;br /&gt;She caught my eye and smiled&lt;br /&gt;"Phew! She recognizes me after all!"&lt;br /&gt;That was what I thought&lt;br /&gt;We started to talk but the conversation was limited as we both got off the bus and she was headed the other way&lt;br /&gt;Her house was just opposite my Church&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that...&lt;br /&gt;So we exchanged e-mails and we started talking online&lt;br /&gt;We caught glimpses of each other in school but didn't really talk&lt;br /&gt;Cause she was surronded by friends&lt;br /&gt;She's a trustworthy person, friendly, easy-going&lt;br /&gt;She teases and cares &lt;br /&gt;She's stood by me and so did I for her&lt;br /&gt;We would have long convos that would last for two hours or more?&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays it's hard to have conversations that long as before&lt;br /&gt;Due to her work and my classes at ITE/College&lt;br /&gt;Whichever you wanna call it&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesomely happy to still talk to her&lt;br /&gt;Even though we're not together in school anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'm even amazingly happy to call her 'good friend'&lt;br /&gt;My only regret is that I didn't run into her on the very bus&lt;br /&gt;4 years ago&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how that would have turne out?&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;Though we might not have those long conversations like we used to&lt;br /&gt;Know that I'll be in your heart and mind through all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-4760360123103958690?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/4760360123103958690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=4760360123103958690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/4760360123103958690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/4760360123103958690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-everyone-my-names-luis-lim.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-1390061785679879606</id><published>2009-02-15T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T02:00:24.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, when I said that the second post was coming soon, my timing is impeccable, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I updating several minutes after I just posted up my last post? Simply put, I'm bored. Yeah, that's right, I'm in my room, door closed and I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I gonna talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i don't know, how bout the first half of my day today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10, did my usual morning necessities before switching on my laptop. Toyed around with Friendster, Tagged and Facebook. Yeah, three social networking profiles for me, that's the limit, don't ask me to join something else like Bebo.com or some other crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, talked to a couple of dudes/dudettes over MSN before I discovered that they were busy even on a Sunday, but hey, who am I to talk? Sooner or later, it'll happen and when it does, you're gonna start wishing a lot that you've spent more time relaxing cause we're nearly at the edge where we are about to be adults. We're in our teens, but for how long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'mma end this rant now. I got a song to share actually. I'm a big Avenged Sevenfold fan, and this song really touched me, it makes me reminisce and all, did I even spell reminisce right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the song and for the love of God, listen to the lyrics before you judge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/d_p4l-hTp_"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/d_p4l-hTp_" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=d_p4l-hTp_" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=d_p4l-hTp_" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=d_p4l-hTp_" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=d_p4l-hTp_" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/d_p4l-hTp_/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/K-Nzxu/music/09lgU8Vl/avenged_sevenfold_dear_god/"&gt;Dear God - Avenged Sevenfold&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-1390061785679879606?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/1390061785679879606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=1390061785679879606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1390061785679879606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1390061785679879606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeah-when-i-said-that-second-post-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-1566481663288590211</id><published>2009-02-14T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:41:37.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Valentine's Day has come and gone again. A special shout-out goes to all couples, stay strong and last long cause you're gonna wake up one day and all those memories will start flowing back, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a plan yesterday, not those romantic plans as I myself don't have anyone to spend it with. Nope, I had a plan to surprise Feezah at McDonalds where she works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds simple, don't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hear me out and see how this simple plan turned out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4 yesterday, I suddenly felt ill and had to lie in bed till the evening. Around the same time I was feeling better, Feroz called and asked me to go over to Hannah's birthday barbecue at Changi Beach. And being the good sport that I was, I mozzied my way down to his place and we headed to Changi Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached there, photos were taken, ate the measly amounts of cake before I had a tought as I was staring at open sea in the darkness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm out, why don't I fulfill my surprise to Feezah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the simple surprise/plan was back in motion. I slacked around there for a little while more before we headed back to Tampines Mall, Feroz headed his own way and I made my way to McDonalds where Feezah worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had it all played out in my mind, I opened up the doors and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS ONE BIG HONKIN' CROWD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Mcdonalds was a carnival ride, out of the ride I go, the ride's full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I did spot her all right, tried once or twice to catch her eye before giving up and heading back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's the lesson in this post? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wanna do something, DO IT QUICKLY AND EARLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, that's my Vday for 2009. Now, I'm off cause my this little demon I call 'sister' wants my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update sooner then you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-1566481663288590211?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/1566481663288590211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=1566481663288590211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1566481663288590211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1566481663288590211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-valentines-day-has-come-and-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-151452459011105775</id><published>2009-02-12T07:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:39:21.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what's probably one of the worse things in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being unable to make contact with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard me right. Why am I saying this? Well,less then 4 to 5 hours ago, I was trying to make contact with one of my friends over MSN AND my handphone or cellphone if you'd prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not sure exactly what's wrong but I have a feeling that they can see my replies and I can't SEE theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it has happened once before to one of my friends and now it looks like it's come back to bite me in the ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the MSN system can be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be a b**ch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snot-nosed, monkey-screwing, cow-humping, nazi-loving, uncircumsized ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am mad, in the angry sort of way. I mean what the hell man?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I'm done for today, I apologize for the use of words above and sorry again if it offends you guys, seriously... I'm just so goddamned frustrated now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-151452459011105775?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/151452459011105775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=151452459011105775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/151452459011105775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/151452459011105775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-know-whats-probably-one-of-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-6892148975332492641</id><published>2009-02-11T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:57:51.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, after a week or two hiatus, I'm finally back to updating this simple, yet self-expressing thing called a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why they call it a blog? I sure as hell don't, why not call it something simple like "Internet Diary"? why Blog? Because it sounds... I don't know... Cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try saying the word at least 20 times in a crowded food court or wherever and I DARE you to tell me you won't feel like an idiot at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to go off now, I know it's a short post but I've got class tomorrow and I need to be there real early. I'll update tomorrow, promise ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later dudes and dudettes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Early mornings suck a$$!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-6892148975332492641?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/6892148975332492641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=6892148975332492641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/6892148975332492641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/6892148975332492641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-after-week-or-two-hiatus-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-2978893528251040025</id><published>2009-01-27T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:55:27.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SX8fTKHq-LI/AAAAAAAAACQ/niMMlQFeaP0/s1600-h/2716136415_f5071bb2df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SX8fTKHq-LI/AAAAAAAAACQ/niMMlQFeaP0/s320/2716136415_f5071bb2df.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295986100805499058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong-xi-freakin'-fa-chai everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, pass those oranges around and leave those red packets full of cold hard earned cash on people's doorsteps, bull out those barbequed pork and sit down on your couch with a hot cup of tea :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe that's not what you guys did, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, you know. Goddamn it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from today onwards I'll be talking bout different things instead of talking bout my everyday life. I'll be reviewing movies, recent and old, video games and even random stuff like... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I'll think of something aite? Stop looking at me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today however, will be a movie review. Which movie you ask? Look at the poster above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, today or if you prefer tonight, I'll be reviewing Punisher: War Zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVIEW: All right, now if you're a big Marvel/DC comic book fan as I am or have watch the Punisher movie from 2004, you'll have gone on YouTube to look for the trailer several months earlier like I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may have noticed. Usually there are fake 'real' trailers going on, so comic book fans like me had to wait till the real trailer was released. The wait for the trailer was almost the everyday topic of every Punisher fan out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until one fine day, I was going through YouTube and the vid popped up of nowhere and like any other fan of Marvel, I clicked it immediately. And I got to say, the hype of how the trailer would be like was damn well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans loved it, they loved the violence, blood and gore that was revealed in the trailer. There was no other word to describe the hype among fans other then 'Awesome'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know the origin of the Punisher, I'll lay it out for you. Frank Castle was a Vietnam war veteran who has settled down with his wife ans have two kids, then one day by chance or fate, his family witnessed a mob execution while having a picnic in the park. Wounded but alive, Frank took a vow to avenge his family... And to punish those who hurt the innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this film, instead of taking off where the 2004 version. It's another remake, this time Frank Castle's in his 4th year as the Punisher and he's been taking down one mob family after another. Now, he has his sights set on an up and coming mobster: Billy Russoti, whom fans know was Jigsaw, the longest running enemy the Punisher ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a brief shoot-out at the docks, Russoti ends up in a gridning machine and it destroys his face. In the meantime, Castle finds out that one of the men he gunned down in the docks was actually a undercover cop, an innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the film focuses on the Punisher, his battle with Jigsaw and the fact that he shot an innocent man  and him trying to get over it... While blowing up a couple of heads along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an ok way to go along with the film. Ray Stevenson really gave us a Punisher worth waiting 4 long years for, heck, I even hope that he will star in the sequel to this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only gripe is that there could have been more action scenes and a longer running time. All in all, it's a good movie with a decent storyline, an awesome main character and amazing character developments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 out of 5 Punisher skulls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy CNY everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, where's my red packets?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-2978893528251040025?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/2978893528251040025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=2978893528251040025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2978893528251040025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2978893528251040025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/01/gong-xi-freakin-fa-chai-everybody-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SX8fTKHq-LI/AAAAAAAAACQ/niMMlQFeaP0/s72-c/2716136415_f5071bb2df.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-7184633828099509013</id><published>2009-01-16T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:44:41.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, what's up, what's happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, pass those high-fives an handshakes around, guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these past few days has past by with a couple of smalls and thoughtful thinking actually. I planned to update yesterday before my sis switched off the main power, therefore denying me any Internet access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, it's the typical little sister routine, just roll with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITE is going ok, I guess. I've made a couple of new friends and we seemed to share the same insight of some certain stuff which pleased me to no end... Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, guys, I gotta wrap this up before I take off for a night full of video games and music, so here's today's song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/8Ghuxd0nWy"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/8Ghuxd0nWy" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=8Ghuxd0nWy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=8Ghuxd0nWy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=8Ghuxd0nWy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=8Ghuxd0nWy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/8Ghuxd0nWy/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/V6Tv5r/music/uFMHCfgZ/jonas_brothers_hello_goodbye_bonus_track/"&gt;HELLO GOODBYE (BONUS TRACK) - Jonas Brothers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, did I just put up a JONAS BROTHERS song on a post?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I'm off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-7184633828099509013?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/7184633828099509013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=7184633828099509013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7184633828099509013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7184633828099509013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-whats-up-whats-happening-yeah-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-9012740618340612774</id><published>2009-01-08T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:00:00.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two days at ITE were pretty much of a somewhat new experience to me, as I don't know most of the guys, but hey, how many times did we have to go through the SAME experience over and OVER???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was Kindergarden, then the ever-dreaded Primary School, the life-changing Secondary life and now the uncertainity that is ITE/College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes it a 4 if you count the number of times we have to experience what I call "The Making-Friends-Over-Again" scheme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I'm really gonna start hating my Wednesdays and Thursdays now. I swear to every single demi-God or powerful being in the entire Multiverse that they specifically made us go home late on Wednesdays and Thursdays to delibrately piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except Fridays, Fridays from no onwards is the day when the Heavens open up and the Angels sing cause I end at 11:15 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's talk about the teachers, shall we now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Teachers, we can never get tired of them, no matter how old and young they are. BUT, when it's a sunny Wednesday/Thursday afternoon and it's 2:30pm and the teacher is talking, all we can hear is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH I'M AN OLD PERSON BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH I'M KEEPING YOU FROM GOING HOME!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, do we honestly have to sit through that load of bullshit AGAIN? I've heard it the first time, do I really have to hear it again?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other letdown to being in an ITE that's so super-f**ker-rificly far (pardon the 'F' word) from my home is that every time I come back, I feel LOUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even have the strentgh to talk to my friends, I can't move my legs so I'm almost paralyzed, my mind feels like a blur and I SMELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... I REALLY HOPE this appeal works...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, excuse me while I pass out from this peaceful atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Slumps on desk and goes to bed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-9012740618340612774?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/9012740618340612774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=9012740618340612774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/9012740618340612774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/9012740618340612774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-what-can-i-say-past-two-days-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-4358882208053187349</id><published>2009-01-05T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T05:43:55.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm REALLY getting tired of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up at 6am to take a freakin' bath and wait for Amirnur at the bus-stop so we could go to Balestier ITE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about Balestier ITE shall we now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm sure it's a nice place, in fact it is, the food is good, the facilities are OK but two problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, TWO problems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm not really interested in the course I got, so therefore, I'm making an appeal this Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. IT'S SO F**KIN' FAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I have to wake up at 6 freakin' AM to mosey my way to the interchange, take the ass-packed train to Kallang then wait for the friggin' bus all for some course I don't really give a flying dog-crap about?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I finished up about 12 today and by the time I got back home, I was beat. YES, I was f**kin' tired, tired as a friggin' slave with a bag of dumbbells on his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I hope this appeal works, I just wanna get to Simei ITE and get a course at Office Skills, I rather sit behind the computer and type things out in rapid timing then have to learn how to fix F**KIN' CARS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the seven names of Hell below, did I end up in the Automotives course? I am a computer/music type of guy, I'm not a freakin' mechanic! I wanna make beats, I wanna type out stuff and I wanna be feeling fresh when I walk through the gates, not feeling tired everytime I walk through them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry for the use of swear words and all today. I'm just really mad, honest to God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that the appeal works ok? Sorry again for the use of swear words today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-4358882208053187349?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/4358882208053187349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=4358882208053187349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/4358882208053187349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/4358882208053187349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-really-getting-tired-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-8176735136670864839</id><published>2009-01-02T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:22:53.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, my name is Luis Lim, I remember it so you don't have too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, fine, I'll drop the Nostalgia Critic act already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my deepest apologies go out to Feezah now. Sorry if I kinda bothered you a little online just now, it was kinda bogus of me since you just got back and all... Sorry senorita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to ITE Balestier to apply BUT I just heard from a friend of mine that I can appeal for another course and ANOTHER campus! YEEEEEEHAAAAWWW!!! Yippie-Kay-Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check out the song I'mma post up below. Listen to the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously guys, I listen to any type of music, I actually listen to the lyrics, which makes me so different from those who listen to the music without understanding the LYRICS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check out the song below... It's kinda like an apology song but yeah, you get the idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="317"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/zjPv67H6qT/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/zjPv67H6qT/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="317" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/yoshikazu/video/oGhZdVzt/ruben_studdard_sorry_2004_ruben_studdard_music_video/"&gt;Sorry 2004 / Ruben Studdard - Ruben Studdard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-8176735136670864839?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/8176735136670864839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=8176735136670864839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/8176735136670864839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/8176735136670864839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-my-name-is-luis-lim-i-remember-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-3753203473770172148</id><published>2008-12-29T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T07:05:50.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SVjMpqp-1RI/AAAAAAAAACI/urFNYQ9mY4E/s1600-h/PICT0002-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SVjMpqp-1RI/AAAAAAAAACI/urFNYQ9mY4E/s320/PICT0002-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285199178916353298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view is nice, is it not? Ever wonder what lies further up ahead besides new places to explore and all those other stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I sure as hell know what lies up further all right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went over to ITE Tampines with Feroz for his Digital Video Effects test which seem to would have taken TWO freakin' hours if we actually stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, when I glanced over at the crowd of graduates, something hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I REALLY gonna leave behind EVERYTHING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I say everything, I meant my Secondary School friends, my family, my own social life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew ITE was gonna be hard but lose touch with my friends? You want ME to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one word for ya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll balance studies at ITE and my friends. I don't believe in leaving my friends behind anymore, not anymore. I might have done it when I was in Primary and that's cause most of them don't DESERVED to be remembered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And should I be feeling any change? A change going from teen to pre-Adult? Well, let me tell ya, I'm NOT gonna change aite? I will always be that normal, easy-going, goofy, fun-loving guy and caring guy that you'll remember in Secondary School...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after we ditched the whole Vid Effects test cause we had to wait in line for nearly a lifetime, Feroz and I headed to Far East Plaza for a bite at Carl's JR, and for those of you who don't know what kind of place Carl's JR is. You guys are missing out, it's the best Burger outlet ever. So great that even Burger King pales in comparison, I AM NOT F***ING JOKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during the trip there, we fell asleep on the bus and Feroz woke me up when we reached Far East. He then proceeded to tell me that my head was swinging around as I slept on the bus. I swear that idiot was making it all up, I do NOT swing my head when I fall asleep on the bus, man! Good God, I might have done some stupid stuff before but I know I WON'T swing my head when I fall asleep on the bus on anywhere else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... It's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a little something to promise myself that no matter how old I'll get, my heart beats with the passion for excitement as a Teen and the innocence and childishness of a kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/xrusfoshHR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/xrusfoshHR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=xrusfoshHR"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=xrusfoshHR"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=xrusfoshHR"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=xrusfoshHR"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/xrusfoshHR/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/K-Nzxu/music/27lJPOyk/simple_plan_grow_up/"&gt;Grow Up - Simple Plan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-3753203473770172148?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/3753203473770172148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=3753203473770172148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3753203473770172148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3753203473770172148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/12/view-is-nice-is-it-not-ever-wonder-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SVjMpqp-1RI/AAAAAAAAACI/urFNYQ9mY4E/s72-c/PICT0002-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-7240197206614158029</id><published>2008-12-27T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:26:45.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get well soon...</title><content type='html'>Ah shit, I really wanted to add in this part in my last entry. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wishes go out to Feezah now as she's kinda feeling the blues at the moment (For you guys who can't understand, she's sick.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, get well soon ok Feezah? I know I'm being silent at the moment and it's cause I can't really say much to someone who's sick... I suck at comforting sick people though... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deson't mean I'll keep trying though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-7240197206614158029?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/7240197206614158029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=7240197206614158029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7240197206614158029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7240197206614158029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/12/get-well-soon.html' title='Get well soon...'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-5798201585946740719</id><published>2008-12-27T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:23:24.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SVX79nsuRAI/AAAAAAAAACA/EKdcQyw09u4/s1600-h/Ladies+and+Gents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SVX79nsuRAI/AAAAAAAAACA/EKdcQyw09u4/s320/Ladies+and+Gents.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284406773836301314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SVX79Z0y9aI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AEiUWswejoY/s1600-h/SDC10011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SVX79Z0y9aI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AEiUWswejoY/s320/SDC10011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284406770112066978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there ya have it, folks. My Christmas party that lasted from 12 pm to about 3 plus in the morning. Yeah, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wasn't much of a necessary guest since I LIVE in my house and all. But I still had to dress up nicely as seen in the pics above for the whole day, which meant I was in a long sleeved polo shirt with my black jeans, SITTING on my chair, playing my GAMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so maybe that isn't so hard to imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I really got to thank my friends for coming down to celebrate Christmas with me. It's their first time ever coming to a Christmas party as their all Malay as the pics have shown above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem... On to my gifts then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shah, KhaiPendek and Huda got me a vase of flowers which totally made me raise my eyebrows to the hairline. But hey, it's a nice bunch of flowers and it will be remembered for the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nashrah and her friend Nareefah bought me a box of Candy Canes. Well, daaaaaamn girl! I never teasted Candy Canes in my life and boy are they SWEEEEEEETTTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, fine douchebags, I'll cut the Cowboy voice already, sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Feroz got me an NYC Raiders shirt which is amazingly awesome. Come to think of it, I might jusrt ask for clothes next year for Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I could go on and on about the gifts I received, but my fingers are getting a little crampy at the moment. So this is where I hang my hat for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-5798201585946740719?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/5798201585946740719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=5798201585946740719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5798201585946740719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5798201585946740719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-there-ya-have-it-folks.html' title=''/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/SVX79nsuRAI/AAAAAAAAACA/EKdcQyw09u4/s72-c/Ladies+and+Gents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-6569483827875292585</id><published>2008-12-21T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:43:37.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You better not shout, you better not cry...</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, it's nearly two days till Christmas Eve. And I'm psyched out for it, yeah, an 18-year-old beinh hyped up for Christmas like some little kid with a lollipop stuck in his little midget mouth. But hey, come on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to commemorate on the nearing Spirit of Christmas, I'm gonna list down 18 things that I wish for this Christmas! A special shout-out of thanks to Feezah, for this idea ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. TWO new XBOX 360 games (I KNOW for a fact that mMY present underneath the tree are indeed two new games! I felt it, Mum! You can't hide it from me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Denim Jacket (I mean seriously, dudes and dudettes, I'm sick of looking at every single teen in Singapore and noticing that all they wear are shorts, caps and a shirt!!! I mean, what happened to the jeans, shoes, jackets and shirts!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. World Peace (DON'T ask why...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Polo shirts (Ok, I won't be explaining why... Look at my pic on Friendster and you'll know why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Rocky Movie Set (Slyvester Stallone's a legend, a pure freakin' legend. And Rocky's my favourtie underdog and an inspiration to ALL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A video camera (I need it... Seriously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Being able to stay out to whatever time I want! (Guys, I'm 18... Shouldn't I at least be able to go out anytime and come back at anytime without question?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. To never lose contact with my friends (I never want to... Too many memories)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Deodarant (I run alot... ALOT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A guitar! (I really wanna learn how to play it though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A good course in ITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A vest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A tux!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A top hat (You know,... Those top hats... no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A book sounds good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A comic book???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A longer extension cord for my laptop (Seriously, have you SEEN my cord? It can't even stretch that far and I'm always freaked when the battery is hanging in MID-AIR!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Another great year ahead filled with laughs, love, no arguements, no problems and total happinees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy freakin' Holidays everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-6569483827875292585?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/6569483827875292585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=6569483827875292585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/6569483827875292585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/6569483827875292585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-better-not-shout-you-better-not-cry.html' title='You better not shout, you better not cry...'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-6946697854496081684</id><published>2008-12-17T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:13:25.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will...</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm gonna do now is post up a couple of things... Call it a will of sorts if you want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Arvind: I'm sorry if I put you through hell in Sec 1 and Sec 2 with racist and fat jokes. Time passed and I found that you weren't the little annoying kid like I used to know. I hope you'll find the heart to forgive me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Rafiq: Thanks for being the one I could confidate in. It's ironic that you talked to me when you had problems last time and now it is I who talk to you when I have problems. Thanks for listening, bro... Peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Feroz: My main man... Thanks for being almost part of family, they treat you like a second son... They really do... Good luck for everything, bro... Peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;Insert name&gt;: Thanks for giving me a chance to start all over... Thank you for being so understanding. Thanks for your love and concern these few months. I'm glad we're talking like we used to again... Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Rab: Even though we've known each other for a month. It's been a blast to get to know you, you're down-to-earth and simply amazing... Thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all right now... That's all I can manage to type out now... Pray for me ok guys? I'm gonna need it tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-6946697854496081684?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/6946697854496081684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=6946697854496081684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/6946697854496081684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/6946697854496081684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/12/will.html' title='Will...'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-5621245770207291403</id><published>2008-12-15T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:44:09.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AVGN...</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, lots of things have happened in the past few hours. I turned 18, I reunited with a friend, I got cake smeared on my face, a cake fight, went to the airport and slept at 4 last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm 18, so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with the big 18 on me now, it sure doesn't feel any different. I mean, I don't see myself growing any taller or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've finally found someone who's as acid-tongued bout stuff as I am. Now this guy only gets peeved about bad video games and I get peeved about the dumb and useless things in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, without further ado, The Angry Video Game Nerd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0G_8gHDsL8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0G_8gHDsL8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see more of the Angry Video Game Nerd, go to ScrewAttack.com to see more of his vids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later dudes and dudettes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-5621245770207291403?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/5621245770207291403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=5621245770207291403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5621245770207291403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/5621245770207291403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/12/avgn.html' title='AVGN...'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-3961463102260753860</id><published>2008-12-10T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:32:02.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only time...</title><content type='html'>Wow... I'm blogging AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say much really... Except that much has happened and I've been going out rather a lot mostly to keep my mind off things and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the person I apologized to told me we could be friends again. (God, how loser-ish does that sound?) I felt a weight lift off my shoulders and for the first time, that moment. I could smile without faking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's something bugging me, I got a feeling that the person hasn't really fully forgiven me at all. I don't blame her and I knew it wasn't gonna be easy getting her trust back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not going to go into detail of how much it hurt the fuck out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did manage a conversation with her about two days ago or so. It would have been a chance to catch up and all... Yeah, it would be if it wasn't so one-sided nearly the whole goddamned way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was gonna be difficult but did it had to hurt like hell too? This is probably how God's way of telling me, "You fucked up, son. Now shut up and bear the pain of the broken  friendship so you can get her trust back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll do that... You freakin' hypocrtitical self-loving facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been hanging out with Farid a lot nowadays. Thanks to him working at IKEA and him and I keeping contact even after Prom Night, we've been hanging out from the early mornings to the dead of the night at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to town a couple of times in the past few days and it was interesting to actually TALK to him. Yeah, even though we talked in class during the past 4 years, we've never really had a guy-to-guy talk if you know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll post up more on what Farid and I talked about the past few days tomorrow. I'm as tired as fuck and it's only 12:25 am... Goddamn it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my birthday's in 3 days already, seeing it's 12:30 now. 18 years old? Shit, I don't feel old... Which is a good thing... I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I had to make my wish on that day itself... I'd wish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-3961463102260753860?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/3961463102260753860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=3961463102260753860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3961463102260753860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3961463102260753860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/12/only-time.html' title='Only time...'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-3939895762031503442</id><published>2008-12-02T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T05:29:31.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No easy way out...</title><content type='html'>Second post of the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a video taken from Rocky IV, possibly one of the greatest movie sagas in all times... This will probably give you an idea of what I'm feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="311"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/kF-Cd0VJSw/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/kF-Cd0VJSw/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="311" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/alternative100/video/rGJB0QQc/robert_tepper_no_easy_way_out_music_video/"&gt;Robert Tepper - No Easy Way Out - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-3939895762031503442?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/3939895762031503442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=3939895762031503442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3939895762031503442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3939895762031503442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-easy-way-out.html' title='No easy way out...'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-4582579424386486612</id><published>2008-12-02T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T04:48:43.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A thousand apologies and a prayer at stake...</title><content type='html'>Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda deleted the last post cause it kinda revealed a little too much... And it's VERY possible that a certain someone might see it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not here today to joke, make fun, romance, jeer or even mop around. I'm here to apologize... Even though I knoow this apologies might not work at all, It has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you harbour no feelings of care and concern for me at this moment. I don't blame you though... I was stupid and blind at that time, drunk with happiness and so full of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wrong for me to drag your cousin into this. I shouldn't have included anyone else in this, I like you, yes, but that didn't give me any reason to ask any of your family members for help at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie, I'm not gonna hide. It hurt like hell when you said that your trust for me had been demolished not by you yourself, but by me only. My mind went into a state of shock then, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent nearly 3 months earning your friendship and trust and with one single move, destroyed it without even knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an amazing person, you really are... I still can't believe what you said to me the day after the incident. The words are buried deep within and even if I could erase it, a mark will be left permanantley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words pop up in my head nearly every single time I think of you. Oh God, why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you choose me as a BF or something. Right now, I just want your trust and friendship back, nothing else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that you were gonna be one of the friends of mine that could last a long time and I just had to keep pushing and pushing. I've learnt my lesson though... I really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day when we first talked on the bus... I wish I could go back to that moment and relive everything that happened before and after that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all I said and after everything that happened in the past few days. I just wanna know this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-4582579424386486612?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/4582579424386486612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=4582579424386486612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/4582579424386486612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/4582579424386486612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/12/thousand-apologies-and-prayer-at-stake.html' title='A thousand apologies and a prayer at stake...'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-7786714379086910215</id><published>2008-11-12T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:10:15.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejection, you're a funny one...</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a while huh? Put those pitch forks down, I have a good reason for not updating a long time anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's new? Well, I finished Siglap, danced, sung, got rejected and eagerly awaiting the Prom which is this Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I'm lame, sue me, b******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is where I get off. Till Friday, dudes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-7786714379086910215?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/7786714379086910215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=7786714379086910215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7786714379086910215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7786714379086910215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/11/rejection-youre-funny-one.html' title='Rejection, you&apos;re a funny one...'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-6038601360404036982</id><published>2008-10-05T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:58:07.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blogger...</title><content type='html'>Wow... This is a surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well, no it isn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after a long hiatus, I'm back to blog my ass off in front of my laptop. Things are going OK though, except for a certain situation that happened last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm in what some romantic movie-lovers would call a 'Love Triangle'. And from where I stand now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW, I have no chance... She likes the guy for 4 and I repeat, 4 YEARS. And he has secretly liked her for 4 years as well. I told her that I had a crush on her last night right after she told me the whole thing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she tells me that she had a little crush on me as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm in a stand-off, it's all in her hands now. Whose heart gets broken and whose heart doesn't. Me? I can only sit and wait and probably pray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... If she doesn't chose me... How would that affect our Friendship? I've been in this game long enough to know how's it gonna go down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is where I hang my hat for now... Later all and I MIGHT update sooner then you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I HATE 'N' LEVELS!!! FUCK IT'S FAMILY, FUCK THE GOVERMENT FOR CREATING IT AND FUCK THE EDUCATION SYSTEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambling done, initiate shutdown sequence in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-6038601360404036982?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/6038601360404036982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=6038601360404036982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/6038601360404036982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/6038601360404036982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-blogger.html' title='Dear Blogger...'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-8253200977526715459</id><published>2008-05-08T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T02:35:16.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God, please don't let these freaks kill me</title><content type='html'>Ok, before you guys shoot off your guns or whatever the hell you have covering up. I'll tell you why I haven't been updating for the past couple of weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a LOT of things have been happening throughout the past month and I haven't have the time to update and all. And when I say a lot, I MEAN A LOT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas... Anyway, I've got another important date in my life... 290308.... Want to know why? Find out by yourself dudes and dudettes!!! Hahx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, you're gonna find out why in this next post!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-8253200977526715459?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/8253200977526715459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=8253200977526715459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/8253200977526715459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/8253200977526715459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-god-please-dont-let-these-freaks.html' title='Oh God, please don&apos;t let these freaks kill me'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-682919772286370330</id><published>2008-03-02T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T05:10:10.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh...</title><content type='html'>Ok, ok... I'm back like I promised... Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I wanted to talk bout something today... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so let's see... Little and older siblings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter how old they are, their our brothers and sisters. You look at your little sister and you know at that very moment that you're gonna have to protect them with your life, when the time comes for them to grow up, You'll have to let go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's your little brother if you have one. One look at him and you see yourself, not really yourself but something similair but opposite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is... Love your siblings, older or younger, their the ones who give you strentgh and somehow have this type of thing that always manages to get you out of situations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luis...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-682919772286370330?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/682919772286370330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=682919772286370330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/682919772286370330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/682919772286370330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/03/meh.html' title='Meh...'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-2421366344292276875</id><published>2008-02-29T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T07:27:43.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hit me now...</title><content type='html'>Heyhey guys!!! Wassup?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I know I've been away for some time as usual.. Hahas.. So, yeah, let me fill you in on what's been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finished my common tests and got awesome marks in English. WOOHOO!!! Take that non-believers and dickheads!!! How do you like me now?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I failed at Math again so yeah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can anybody tell me why my pic in my previous post isn't showing? Seriously man, I didn't wait several minutes just for it to appear as a freakin GRAY SCREEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, calm down... *Takes subscription pills*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahx.. You guys really didn't think I was freakin out right? I don't take pills or anything seriously... LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is where I get off... Till next time and it'll be soon I promise!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-2421366344292276875?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/2421366344292276875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=2421366344292276875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2421366344292276875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2421366344292276875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-hit-me-now.html' title='Don&apos;t hit me now...'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-648457416079046119</id><published>2008-02-14T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T08:11:18.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy V-Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/R7RmfAciEsI/AAAAAAAAABE/Fglb4zyk9ro/s1600-h/PICT0010+(2)+edited.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/R7RmfAciEsI/AAAAAAAAABE/Fglb4zyk9ro/s320/PICT0010+(2)+edited.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166867355382452930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all, yeah I know I've been away for some time... Hahx... So let me fill you in on the details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year- Ahh, good times it was that day, Feroz, Azmir and Huda came over to chill at my house, they received Red Packets in return, woohoo!!! And I got bout 7 Red Packets this year!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait... 7? That's it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately yes... LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today- Well... We all know what today is now don't we? Anyway, I kinda wanted to dedicate a Valentine's Day song to Aqilah but seeing as she has an excursion today and probably won't be online until tomorrow or something. But its cool, the dedication can wait... Hahx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Happy Valentine's Day to all couples, stay strong and last long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-648457416079046119?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/648457416079046119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=648457416079046119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/648457416079046119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/648457416079046119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-v-day.html' title='Happy V-Day...'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_W-mhuyJZd_M/R7RmfAciEsI/AAAAAAAAABE/Fglb4zyk9ro/s72-c/PICT0010+(2)+edited.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-3724230628781244002</id><published>2008-02-03T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T03:20:57.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Feroz go!!!</title><content type='html'>Wassup dudes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahx... Went to see Feroz perform live yesterday at Plaza Singapura. Man, was he awesome! But unfortunately, he had to leave after his performance so he couldn't spend time with us... LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after his performance, we went to Far East Plaza, ate Long John Silver with Khai, Azmir, Huda, Nashrah and Hannah. Then the girls wanted to buy chocolates... Hahas... Women... Can never understand them... LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be sure to post up some pics of the outhing later! Cyah later dudes!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-3724230628781244002?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/3724230628781244002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=3724230628781244002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3724230628781244002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3724230628781244002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/02/go-feroz-go.html' title='Go Feroz go!!!'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-4960904740566980312</id><published>2008-01-30T05:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T05:36:57.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New song dudes!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to put this song up for some time now! Even though its an 80's song, it's really awesome... Listen to the lyrics, dudes... Really... Hahax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/g-sGqOvM3n"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/g-sGqOvM3n" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;Doin that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;Breaking my heart into&lt;br /&gt;a million pieces&lt;br /&gt;like you always do&lt;br /&gt;And you,&lt;br /&gt;dont mean to be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;You never even knew about the heart ache&lt;br /&gt;I've been going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I try and try to forget you girl&lt;br /&gt;But it's just so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you do that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all the games you play&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna find a way&lt;br /&gt;to let you know that&lt;br /&gt;You'll be mine someday&lt;br /&gt;Cause we,&lt;br /&gt;could be happy&lt;br /&gt;can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;If you dont than let me be the one to hold you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And keep you here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I try and try to forget you girl&lt;br /&gt;But it's just so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you do that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont ask a lot girl&lt;br /&gt;But I know one things for sure&lt;br /&gt;Its the love i havent got girl&lt;br /&gt;And I just cant take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we&lt;br /&gt;could be happy cant you see?&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only let me be the one to hold you&lt;br /&gt;And keep you here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it hurts me so just to see you go&lt;br /&gt;Around with someone new&lt;br /&gt;and if i know you you're doing that thing&lt;br /&gt;Everyday just doing that thing&lt;br /&gt;I can't take you doing that thing you do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-4960904740566980312?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/4960904740566980312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=4960904740566980312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/4960904740566980312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/4960904740566980312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-song-dudes.html' title='New song dudes!!!'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-3942144142507633570</id><published>2008-01-30T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T05:34:49.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Thing you do!!!</title><content type='html'>Heya blog, what's happening? LOL... Yeah, I haven't had much to write about the past few days, so here's my first entry for the few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Feroz and Azmir came over after school to talk about our Chinese New Year concert, going up onstage to jam. So, we switched on my laptop and flipped through the lists of beats we wanted to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While good ol' Feroz was flipping through the beats, Azmir and I had a little down time with the XBOX 360. Boy, was he good at it, I never thought he was the gaming type seriously... LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got to write my part of the verses... Later dudes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-3942144142507633570?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/3942144142507633570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=3942144142507633570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3942144142507633570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/3942144142507633570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/01/that-thing-you-do.html' title='That Thing you do!!!'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-8571437787771950387</id><published>2008-01-23T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T02:29:00.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahem...</title><content type='html'>Ok, usually I only update at night but I've got to get some stuff off my chest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... Seriously, I have really bads timing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm talking about something that you won't usually find me talking about. But I just have to ask... Do I really have bad timing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it all started with a certain conversation. I'm NOT going to say the name of the person I'm talking too ok... So, I was about to talk to this PERSON when the PERSON told me she had homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit really, I feel guilty for distrubing her really. Even though she told me it was all right, I still feel really guilty... I mean, how would you feel if you were about to talk to someone online only to have the person tell you that she/he was busy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the worse that could happen is that the person you want to talk to isn't the person after all but a relative or something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Went with Dad to one of his StoreHub buildings in Geylang (For those of you getting those dirty ideas in your head, it's not like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped him pile some stuff from the third floor to the fourth. It was ok though, got to eat out later.. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got some stuff to take care off... Later dudes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-8571437787771950387?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/8571437787771950387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=8571437787771950387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/8571437787771950387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/8571437787771950387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/01/ahem.html' title='Ahem...'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-6154305523519021174</id><published>2008-01-18T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T23:43:01.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion...</title><content type='html'>I'm confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do or what to say... It's like I feel that someone I know, (I'm not going to say their name out loud) is mad at me for some reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so torn up right now... What should I do? Say? How can I approach this person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I've tried everything really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/LlcHRURaB3/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/LlcHRURaB3/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-6154305523519021174?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/6154305523519021174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=6154305523519021174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/6154305523519021174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/6154305523519021174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/01/confusion.html' title='Confusion...'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-1378809908440643369</id><published>2008-01-14T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T00:44:57.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riot on the rooftops...</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back just like I promised, though it kinda took a tad bit longer then last time didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there's something I'd like to say today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Troubles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, you heard me right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in a guy's life, everything looks perfect, Friends, family... Then along comes a girl then somehow everything somehow looks dark in the guy's life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is... Be careful of which girl you chose to be with... You might end up regretting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not from personal expereince and I won't tell you even if I had expereinced it. This is from one of my friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-1378809908440643369?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/1378809908440643369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=1378809908440643369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1378809908440643369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/1378809908440643369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/01/riot-on-rooftops.html' title='Riot on the rooftops...'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-7392644668784428530</id><published>2008-01-06T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T03:35:32.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back dudes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know its the first week of school and all but it's been a hell of a first week. I've got to see my friends again, so that's the good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwar made me cut my hair, ok so it wasn't that long but come on seriously... So I went over to Elias Mall and CUT my HAIR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want with my hair huh?! LEAVE ME ALONE!!! *Runs off screaming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm calm already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Rafiq and I talked today. And well... He's kinda the main reason this song is here. This song is for you man, hope everything works out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/dsOe-zLpA3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/dsOe-zLpA3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot through the heart&lt;br /&gt;And you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;You give love a bad name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angel's smile is what you sell&lt;br /&gt;You promise me heaven, then put me through hell&lt;br /&gt;Chains of love got a hold on me&lt;br /&gt;When passion's a prison, you can't break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a loaded gun&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;No one can save me&lt;br /&gt;The damage is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot through the heart&lt;br /&gt;And you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;You give love a bad name&lt;br /&gt;I play my part and you play your game&lt;br /&gt;You give love a bad name&lt;br /&gt;You give love a bad name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You paint your smile on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Blood red nails on your fingertips&lt;br /&gt;A school boy's dream, you act so shy&lt;br /&gt;Your very first kiss was your first kiss good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a loaded gun&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;No one can save me&lt;br /&gt;The damage is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot through the heart&lt;br /&gt;and you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;You give love a bad name&lt;br /&gt;I play my part and you play your game&lt;br /&gt;You give love a bad name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-7392644668784428530?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/7392644668784428530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=7392644668784428530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7392644668784428530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/7392644668784428530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-give-love-bad-name.html' title='YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME!!!'/><author><name>Here we go again...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258730085788709690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332953216854818477.post-2206618192473280404</id><published>2007-12-26T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:22:11.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back... For good this time, I swear!!</title><content type='html'>Well, its been a while hasn't it? Yeah, I know, with my birthday and Christmas just being TEN days apart from each other I have a reason not to blog.. Sucks huh? LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got some pretty good haul this year. Three new games and that Assassin's Creed hood I saw at the store the other day. Hahas.. It's great really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I musata been good this year or something cause I got these gifts, thank you Santa!! Well, not really since he doesn't EXIST now does he?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332953216854818477-2206618192473280404?l=llismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/2206618192473280404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5332953216854818477&amp;postID=2206618192473280404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2206618192473280404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332953216854818477/posts/default/2206618192473280404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llismyname.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back-for-good-this-time-i-swear.html' title='I&apos;m back... 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