<?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-5299372171452605655</id><updated>2011-12-18T06:50:22.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Chua</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-4647187611252554339</id><published>2011-11-25T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T13:06:38.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck it up</title><content type='html'>Have u ever met someone , with an attitude so naive that just ticks you off so bad u just want to tear their head off and rip the brains of and shove some logic into their petite narrow minded pea sized brain? &lt;b&gt;yes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think their the only one getting all the hurt , they think their the only one with fucked up family problems , they think the world revolves around them. Stop generalizing from the particular i must say. Saying all guys are jerks and their all the same doesn't make you a saint , it just makes you a pathetic hypocritical bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on , if all the guys are like that , then you are a product of screwed cause , guess what your dad is a guy too in case u haven't notice . Don't give me bullshit saying he is different he is my dad ... hello heads up , he was once a teenager too. so suck it up like everyone else .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are entitled with your own opinion , i know you have egos , but slap* slap* bitch , this ain't no fairy tale , this is real life , you cant control this shit okay. And why do keep referring guys as assholes? are they always the one at fault? are you the third wheel? are u wearing a size 7? cause it seems like you are always in their shoes as if you are dating their bf and know he is an asshole . And so what if he's an asshole? It's not for you to judge... you dated assholes before yourself oh boo hoo tough luck girl .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been played.. i've been dumped .. i've been cheated on , i closed my eyes , i clench my fist , i walked away , i moved on. At some point of time , guys or a girls , will come to a realization that r.s is not what they think it is anymore. Its for them to discover and for u to shut the hell up and watch the train wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be a single wretched virgin all your life , go to the monastery and become a nun. There you wont see any assholes or jerks . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s you know well enough im talking about you if you're reading this .. i tried to talk to you , but you are so full of yourself that you don't even bother to talk to another male race. Try talk to me in real life , cause i know in real life you are a nice person .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-4647187611252554339?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4647187611252554339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/11/suck-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/4647187611252554339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/4647187611252554339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/11/suck-it-up.html' title='Suck it up'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-5755222753087787356</id><published>2011-10-31T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T10:22:32.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hate it all you want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxIabwNRgKw/Tq7ZQOALr5I/AAAAAAAAASI/ltZ2qAEzjvk/s1600/303895_273413842680609_130983066923688_958303_586317152_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxIabwNRgKw/Tq7ZQOALr5I/AAAAAAAAASI/ltZ2qAEzjvk/s400/303895_273413842680609_130983066923688_958303_586317152_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669707853566029714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-5755222753087787356?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5755222753087787356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/10/hate-it-all-you-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/5755222753087787356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/5755222753087787356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/10/hate-it-all-you-want.html' title='hate it all you want'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxIabwNRgKw/Tq7ZQOALr5I/AAAAAAAAASI/ltZ2qAEzjvk/s72-c/303895_273413842680609_130983066923688_958303_586317152_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-2486091231008990820</id><published>2011-09-20T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T08:33:01.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a game where one is stupid and blind , the other deaf and mute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xCEzViDk9Zw/Tnix4knKyOI/AAAAAAAAARw/BZLXqCAtX_o/s1600/Emo-love-Picture.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xCEzViDk9Zw/Tnix4knKyOI/AAAAAAAAARw/BZLXqCAtX_o/s400/Emo-love-Picture.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654464917622409442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's "love is blind" or girls are beyond stupid , &lt;div&gt;Nope , this is not an insult , hear me out before you start hating on me ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have this ever happened to you girls ? you had a list in your mind stating you want this you want that in a man of your dreams and u end up going heads over heel for a douche bag? and you love him uncontrollably that you don't even know he is a sly fox ? And even if u know you still love him like a mad cow ? yes? or maybe someone you know ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have this ever happened to you guys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are poor , you are no one , you are a douche , you are all the reasons why the earth is cramped and running out of space because you are a complete waste? *Like maybe that's abit exaggerating*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are never loved by anyone but there is just one complete idiot that adores u , that cares for u more than she care for herself? While you are neglecting her and hanging out with your friends she would wait for you to come back home just to talk to her ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the rules of physics apply here , very rare would you see a couple with damn loads of simmilarities and both of the same kind . There will always be someone that's really fucked up . And most of the time the fucked up one is the guys. Its proven , opposite attracts . The fucked up one attract the good ones. Like the proton will always find its way to latch on tight to the electron and together they form something in lament term we call love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys are full of hot air , they tell you off so they can hang out with their own friends or play their own games when all the girl wants is to hang out with him and that alone she will feel contented, but does guys noe about this ? Not a fucking clue . But for me , i know lar.. hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like , through experience i found out that girls will always have a list of criteria of the man they want to marry . Ironically enough , they tend to find the ones that's opposite to those on the list. No? yess ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my opinion is this a good thing? I think it isn't .. girls why you so naive???? U dunno kar guys only got two feelings? If you see a man without an erection u better go make him a sandwich .. its either hungry or horny ! Girls tend to love their boyfriend more , they are more affectionate. The only time guys will wake up , is when he  realized the girl that they took for granted has found someone that appreciates her more than him , the girl that he deems doesnt deserve him has found someone that she deserved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is blind , and it knows no depths ... until the hour of separation..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-2486091231008990820?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2486091231008990820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-is-game-where-one-is-stupid-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/2486091231008990820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/2486091231008990820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-is-game-where-one-is-stupid-and.html' title='Love is a game where one is stupid and blind , the other deaf and mute.'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xCEzViDk9Zw/Tnix4knKyOI/AAAAAAAAARw/BZLXqCAtX_o/s72-c/Emo-love-Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-6866606291153072806</id><published>2011-08-24T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T09:56:40.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese vs the Jew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PjaTjwcdL50/TlUs5jvzKqI/AAAAAAAAARo/h-Qks01mYKw/s1600/Trollface.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;A chinese man walked into a jew bra shop , he said this " i want a bra size of 38 and it must be black. The jew , knowing the cunningness of a chinese business man  said " black bra at the size of 38 is rare , but i have 25 of them left and i have to charge u 50 for each pair , the chinese man bought all 25.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week later , the chinese man came back , i want a bra size of 38 and it must be black. The jew were puzzled , and said " the supply is running low and i have 25 left and each would cost 60 , the chinese man bought all 25.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A month later , he chinese man came back , i want a bra size of 38 and it must be black . The jew replied , i ran out of size 38 , i only have size 39 and that would cost u 70 each , the chinese man bought all 25 of them . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of curiousity , the jew asked " what are u doing with all those bras? are they on high demand ?" The chinese said ," Oh, i just cut them in half and sold it to the jew school for 200 a piece ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eEMoQuoujhM/TlUsyhJUkAI/AAAAAAAAARg/YLFOMSuHFhA/s400/kippah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644466954381332482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 371px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PjaTjwcdL50/TlUs5jvzKqI/AAAAAAAAARo/h-Qks01mYKw/s400/Trollface.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644467075338676898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-6866606291153072806?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6866606291153072806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/08/chinese-vs-jew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/6866606291153072806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/6866606291153072806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/08/chinese-vs-jew.html' title='Chinese vs the Jew'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eEMoQuoujhM/TlUsyhJUkAI/AAAAAAAAARg/YLFOMSuHFhA/s72-c/kippah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-6726017959567318726</id><published>2011-05-14T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T10:40:33.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thief Vs Ninja</title><content type='html'>There is one thing about my parents , they don't trust me with keys .. the fact that i'm 21 this year they still dont give me keys , in their defense they say i always go out late go jadi hantu ... cmon people that know me , knows i don't go to club , i don't gamble , the most i go to  mcc and hang out in A one thats all? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was locked outside my house just now , as usual ... my fat-ass sister is sound asleep , my parents did not pick up their phone . I rang my bell to no avail . No one woke up . I finally thought of ninja my way up the window but just realizing my motor skills of ninja-ing up a 20 feet pillar outside my house proves to be a daunting task and yes myth busted ! No japanese ninja can leap 20 feet in the air ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ls6xoj5aTuE/Tc682vF-G_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Y5gPJu6P4bM/s400/ninja5_Ninjas-s579x434-27577-580.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was doomed ! Worse case scenario is that i spend the night outside with my dogs ... cute little doggies awwwwwww.... but they havent bath for months ! and the mosquitoes are killing me .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was truely desperate ... what did i do? i went around my house and saw my clothes clipper hanging around , with a little bit of creativity and critical thinking , i quickly storm up a brilliant idea , instead of being a ninja ! i be a thief ! ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vY_nY6OLoF8/Tc6-VxnzACI/AAAAAAAAAQw/zSaZUod9lo0/s1600/burglar.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vY_nY6OLoF8/Tc6-VxnzACI/AAAAAAAAAQw/zSaZUod9lo0/s400/burglar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606627867429634082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dismantled the clothes clipper and took the metal piece that holds it together . I bend it to straight and start prying the door lock ... 1 minute through the process i started to lose hope , i tell myself ,  fuck dumbass this aint gonna work , but heck its my only chances ... before long "click" wtf ??!?!?!?!?!? it opened ! I just discovered that my house can be breach by a mere metal piece... but to my delight , i got in ! guess what my parents and my sister are still sleeping never bother to even open the door .. Im fucking proud of myself to say the least =DDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-6726017959567318726?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6726017959567318726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/05/thief-vs-ninja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/6726017959567318726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/6726017959567318726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/05/thief-vs-ninja.html' title='Thief Vs Ninja'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ls6xoj5aTuE/Tc682vF-G_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Y5gPJu6P4bM/s72-c/ninja5_Ninjas-s579x434-27577-580.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-9211363758893322054</id><published>2011-03-12T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T06:03:44.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am speechless</title><content type='html'>Hey what's up you guys ...&lt;div&gt;sighh... i cant hold this any longer , nor can i be so ignorant about what's going on around me right now . yeah i shall not be talking about junk today but instead talk about japan . Yeah i know you guys know it as well , the earthquake and shit . It really hit me to be honest though i don't really show it . Im like you guys , trying to push it away ... and try to lead a normal life . But this has to end , predictions are that the earth is gonna rise 4 more degrees in the next 10 month. That extreme climate change will give rise to the melting of the polar ice caps and even the moon is going to orbit so close to the earth in the next week . Im not a rocket scientist or shit but im very sure that's going to effect something , namely the ocean due to it's gravitational pull . As far as i know the moon aren't suppose to orbit so close to the earth .. floods everywhere and volcano erruptions going on , but we choose to close one eye and pretend it never happened and convince ourselves that it wont hit us...  It... hit japan... life are lost ... it's already happening ... freak waves consuming the land .... its already end of the world for them . When is it going to hit us ... yeah u can say 2012 is bullshit , yeah i wish i could believe that too ... deep inside i wanted to believe it's isnt true , but who am i gonna lie? only myself ... If you read the bible... flip to the book of revelations... it says &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;The Earth shook and trembled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;the foundations of the hills were shaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;There went up smoke from his nostrils,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;A devouring fire went out of his mouth…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He made darkness &lt;/i&gt;his secret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;By a watery darkness and celestial clouds covered.” &lt;/i&gt; Psalms 18: 8-12  [His emphasis]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;Not to mention the book of nostradamus .... which i don't even have the guts to decipher what it's suppose to mean ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;My tiny brain is not capable to comprehend what's going to happen... This Tsunami quake thing in japan is nothing compared to what's coming im very sure of that . More natural disasters and famine is going to hit the world in the next 2 years.... may god bless us and till then let's pray for the best ... if you read this and u survived 2012 ... Changed your religion into christianity and pray for the future ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;By a watery darkness and celestial clouds covered.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span &gt; Psalms 18: 8-12  [His &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-9211363758893322054?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/9211363758893322054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-speechless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/9211363758893322054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/9211363758893322054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-speechless.html' title='I am speechless'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-6911099489935021580</id><published>2011-03-04T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T08:11:45.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemical vs Civil vs Mechanical vs Electrical</title><content type='html'>If you are like me , taking first year engineering , im bet my socks you heard opinions from your seniors , peers , lecturers , relatives about which engineering is good and which is not .  All the contradicting ideas which made u feel really uneasy and indecisive on what discipline you are gonna pursue when you enter 2nd year where u have to choose your major .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the times the things you hear are very contradicting . To be honest im quite puzzled on what discipline i should pursue . You be surprised how abundant engineers are now . Students often misinterpret their purpose going to university . Common thinking are that they were to get a degree and they live happily ever after . Oh how wrong they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is , what really happens when , let's say you are a diploma mechanical engineer , you send in your resume to shell , the first thing Human Resource personal will be like , "Oh another diploma" they will follow up by asking you a few question or two just to entertain you and when u leave , your resume will go in the papper shredder . Im not exaggerating , my sister's friend is the one shredding the pappers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When shell is hiring people , they will only look at people will first class degree and master's or maybe higher . So if you're thinking , I pass my degree i get a job because im an engineer , Oh yes u can do that , but you will be facing a low salary cap from a small engineering firm . How naive i was last time to think i get a degree i will be almighty .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schlumberger is even more zealous with their staff. One false move and you're out of the company . They have to be for the company name is at stack . If you are shell , and you are hiring engineers , would you hire someone with just degree qualification or someone with a first class honour degree?? Its obvious right? Fret not , cause if you don manage to get a first class honour , I personally believe pursuing master's qualification will give a competitive edge over other people .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be taking chemical as my major because the personally i like chemicals? Not to mention the pay is fairly reasonable . So currently i will be dealing with immense pressure from not only peers but from my future . I believe most of the student's in curtin are not taking loans or under any scholarship . Just a gentle reminder, you may afford to fail your pappers , your parents pocket are the one bleeding . I opted to take a study loan though , i wanted to be as independent as possible .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my opinion to other engineering discipline that's available in my university , the pros and cons .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mechanical engineering&lt;br /&gt;Pros&lt;br /&gt;-Easiest to find job , mainly because its a vast engineering discipline and every one need it&lt;br /&gt;-Too many taking that course and er , yeah too many competitions?&lt;br /&gt;Cons&lt;br /&gt;-Salary cap lower then chemical ( i might be bias here and i might be wrong in the future but that's what i heard from alot of people and google said so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electrical engineering&lt;br /&gt;Pros&lt;br /&gt;- ditto&lt;br /&gt;Cons&lt;br /&gt;- BLOODY HARD . Engineering maths 266 u can commit suicide liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civil engineering&lt;br /&gt;Pros&lt;br /&gt;-not sure&lt;br /&gt;Cons&lt;br /&gt;- Lowest passing rate ( in curtin at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemical engineering&lt;br /&gt;- too bias for me to say anything about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bitches in curtin , choose wisely , Dont waste your time failing . Although engineers are prone to fail anyways so work hard good luck and get yourself a wife that know's how to manage your money =D hahahah so random bah good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-6911099489935021580?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6911099489935021580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/chemical-vs-civil-vs-mechanical-vs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/6911099489935021580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/6911099489935021580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/chemical-vs-civil-vs-mechanical-vs.html' title='Chemical vs Civil vs Mechanical vs Electrical'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-1372757926442066613</id><published>2011-02-26T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T07:15:36.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The kissing riddle</title><content type='html'>Kissing is key if you were to connect with your girlfriend closely&lt;br /&gt;Kissing .is not only good for our teeth, bodies but our minds  Kissing helps unwind us and believe it or not it  help us  feel younger. Not only kissing is thrilling but it surely cures  hiccups .Did you know  when you  kiss someone,  more then 30  muscles flexing vigourously during the session?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;THE LETTER A IS MISSING IN THIS POST BITCH U FOUND IT !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is believed, kissing is used to toned cheeks not to mention stress reducer method. The lips is the most sensitive region of our body where the nerve ends. Its Fun to tickle the end of your nerve with different set of lips right? its sexy , i will tell you for sure =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something is missing from this post ? if you guess it right i might give u kisess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qr_hZHUfud8/TWkWvzOPyEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CBxvVNgNhok/s1600/kissing%2Btongues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qr_hZHUfud8/TWkWvzOPyEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CBxvVNgNhok/s400/kissing%2Btongues.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578014623934695490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-1372757926442066613?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1372757926442066613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/kissing-riddle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1372757926442066613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1372757926442066613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/kissing-riddle.html' title='The kissing riddle'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qr_hZHUfud8/TWkWvzOPyEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CBxvVNgNhok/s72-c/kissing%2Btongues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-579980703476871257</id><published>2011-02-25T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:38:50.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>Everyone thinks they have a secret .&lt;br /&gt; Everyone thinks their secrets is dirty .&lt;br /&gt; Everyone think their secret is dirtier then others.&lt;br /&gt;Yada yada yada , C'mon people , what kinda of secrets you think you have ? It's probably the same old secrets teenagers tell their friend and all hell breaks lose , friend loses friend , friend stabs friend , friend fuck friend. yada yada all one tree hill drama shit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you have a secret , for goodness sake &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;keep it!&lt;/span&gt; After all a secret is meant to be unknown to anyone else but yourself . Secret is a myth . Why i say that? People just cant held it in , you know they just nid something to vent it out on . It's usually through another person and when the truth comes out , yeah one tree hill shit again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since secrets dwell within us all , and somewhere somehow we gonna have to vent it out to someone , but we just couldnt find anyone to do so . It's this feeling where you want to let the whole world know about it but you don't want to be the one to say it out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo.... lets play a game of secret , can you see a chat box on the side bar there , type a random name or random anything to mask your identity and then write on my chatbox your dirty little secrets. I shall call this game &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;camouflage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Camouflage is a game we all like to play, but our  secrets are as surely revealed by what we want to seem to be as by what  we want to conceal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-579980703476871257?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/579980703476871257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/secrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/579980703476871257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/579980703476871257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-6687959092839698906</id><published>2011-02-24T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T10:01:44.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RGPQckp66G8/TWab0EeTG4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cZO0fMiNfuY/s1600/penile_cancer_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably reading this because u think im gonna be talking about sex position and erotical fantasies and karma sutra indian shit WRONG HAHAHAHA .  This is the kinda tactics you find on youtube where youtubers put up sexy photos on their videos but in the end the video gets few million views and u get rick rolled .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways , the topic of the day is actually sex related . Malaysia has quite a number of unwanted pregnancies throughout 2008 all the way to 2010 . I consider that quite a number =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0yGRaEF4mrw/TWaVq1oLGDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BHsyJWl8ubc/s1600/unwanted%2Bpregnant.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0yGRaEF4mrw/TWaVq1oLGDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BHsyJWl8ubc/s400/unwanted%2Bpregnant.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577309751727560754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are probably due to the influences from western countries and the future of teenage pregnancies will grow steeper. Well I'm proud that Malaysia is going to implement Sex Education in schools soon , Or so i heard . Jangan jangan is janji melayu tu .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parents have awkward moments with their children when it comes to sex . That alone contributes to the statistic we see up there . Therefore children have no sense of responsibilities when it comes to sex. In my humble opinion , sex education is best taught at home not at school , but with the Awkward moment issue , its time sex education be taught in schools .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself totally disagree with sex before marriage , call me liar , call me boastful i don't care . I know what i am doing  and couldnt care less if u hump like a rabbit . My parents never told me to use a condom b4 sex or otherwise , neither are they shy to enlighten me with this kinda knowledge .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mind boggling though how teenagers nowadays can take things so lightly . What if the condom breaks ? What if u hump on the day you are ovulating? what if u bought panadols  instead of the Morning-after pills . Not all contraceptive methods are 100 percent . Yes you might not get pregnant yada yada yada. BUT there are risks of contracting sexually transmitted diseases that proved hazardous to one's health if not taken care of .  Herpes , Chlamydia , crabs , Gonorhea , just to name a few  and worse of all HIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in no position to advocate or to preach how you are going to lead your sex life . Its your life i don't care . If you want to get your name soiled , contract hazardous diseases , and worse of all unwanted pregnancies ( which often leads to abortion ) go , go hump like a rabbit. Talk big all you want to your friends , boast how good you are on the bed , cause by the end of the day , no one really cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful to have a working dick while you still can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RGPQckp66G8/TWab0EeTG4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cZO0fMiNfuY/s1600/penile_cancer_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RGPQckp66G8/TWab0EeTG4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cZO0fMiNfuY/s400/penile_cancer_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577316507401264002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before you start peeing rocks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-6687959092839698906?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6687959092839698906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/6687959092839698906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/6687959092839698906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/sex.html' title='SEX'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0yGRaEF4mrw/TWaVq1oLGDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BHsyJWl8ubc/s72-c/unwanted%2Bpregnant.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-8788786553229656009</id><published>2011-02-23T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T11:35:22.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought that counts V.S Gift that counts</title><content type='html'>No one have ever thought of a controversial topic like this , is this shit controversial enough guys? Don't understand the topic? Let me enlighten u guys with my humble opinion . Nope im keeping an open mind for this particular issue because some might hate on this shit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men knows that women are materialistic , its a fact , no you cant deny it . Guys tries their very best to impress their girlfriends mostly via gifts etc etc. ( i wont go into details) . I did a small survey a week after valentines day . I ask this question : What did you get for him/her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason : what did you get for her&lt;br /&gt;A: i got her flowers , chocolate , teddy bear , a ring , dinner at marriot ,&lt;br /&gt;B: i got her a perfume , gold couple rings , dinner at park city&lt;br /&gt;C:i got her a new pair of levi's jeans and a longchamp hand bag , a watch and dinner at imperial palace&lt;br /&gt;D:i got her an iphone 4 , and dinner at SOHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason : what did you get for him&lt;br /&gt;A: i made him a card&lt;br /&gt;B:i made him cookies&lt;br /&gt;C:i bought him a few things&lt;br /&gt;D:Nah i din do anything , im just waiting for my suprise present &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the difference? Yes Hate on me to point this out , But im not saying all the girls are like that , but you just cant help to notice the difference can u ? Guys indulge in spending money on their girlfriend buying the stuff they LIKE , or sometimes something they need . Yes making a heart shaped card is cute , baking cookies for him is thoughtful , but by the end of the day it doesn't really matter cause hey , the only thing that matter's for the guys are for u girls not to leave them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never bake cookies , because i don't even know how , Ok maybe i made a card b4 , or two but thats because i'm incapable of buying her dinner and stuff . I was only 17 then ... or 18 i forgot but it doesnt matter. In guys point of view , they would rather spend time and money buying gifts , gifts that they know , they know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt; well the girl will like . Don't pretend like we dunno you hinting us when we go window shopping . Yes we get it , we know what you like and that is exactly what you get for ur birthday / christmas / valentine/annivesary etc etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its cute to have girls make u cards , and bake u cookies . Ok maybe you still don't get it . I'll give u an anology . Let's say you're a mother of a 6 years old boy , and for christmas you made him a card , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK THE BOY WILL FEEL&lt;/span&gt;?  he will bitch slap you and call you a whore and run to his room crying and screaming "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I THOUGHT IM GETTING A GOD DAMN GUNDAM !!! I HATE YOU SANTA YOU BASTARD  KILL THAT BITCH FOR ME !!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe thats overated , but when u think of it , it's kinda controversial to say thought that counts , and vice versa . Cause for me it doesnt really matter ,(cause i never receive any gifts that i like ever since i was 6 ) ( yeah santa you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bastard&lt;/span&gt; ) just kidding hehee., but i would make my gifts as useful and as thoughtful as possible , that way u get best of both &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worlds&lt;/span&gt; =) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well girls , maybe its time for you to change your shopping list and think twice about what you're gonna get for your bf or friends or family next time . Cause sometimes its not always the thought that counts , you can give  your son a photo frame for christmas when he is expecting a NERF machine gun and end up being called a whore , or maybe get him what he wants . It's good to be thoughtful and spend less then you should on a gift , But it's even more thoughtful to spend a lil bit more to brighten up the day for him/her . Happy shopping . Remember &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's always better to have best of both worlds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-8788786553229656009?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8788786553229656009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/thought-that-counts-vs-gift-that-counts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/8788786553229656009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/8788786553229656009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/thought-that-counts-vs-gift-that-counts.html' title='Thought that counts V.S Gift that counts'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-2402776757430535555</id><published>2011-02-13T02:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:13:55.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 tips i think would shake off a sticky date ( applicable if your single)</title><content type='html'>If you ever been to a blind date and it got all nasty and shit here's some tips to shake em off easily .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Offer to open the door and motion ladies first, and when they are about to enter , barge into her and enter first .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you are in a restaurant , start stuffing your pockets with salt pepper sugar whatever that's not bolted down on the table and then look around if anyone is looking , whisper to her ears "psst can i borrow some space in your bag ? im going to the other table for awhile .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Stand up every 5 minutes and outstretch your arms , circle the table few times and make aeroplane sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Make funny faces at other patrons and sneer at their reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat everything up on your plate in 30 seconds and ask your date , are u eating that? without waiting for her reply swap your empty plate with her's and start eating everything up in 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Bring 20 candles with you and place it around your date and start chanting fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Communicate with her using disney character voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Laugh at your own joke b4 you finish and insist her to tell you one in return then  laugh sarcasticly at her's and say , thats the funniest joke i've ever heard HAR HAR HAR ! and den sneer at her reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Twitch spastically and frequently , when asked pretend to be angered and start calling her names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. This works the best " How bout we go for a pizza and sex " " eewwww grossss noooo!" reply with this punchline " Er , you don't like pizza? we can go for sushi if you want or skip the meal all together , either way im fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK BITCHES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-2402776757430535555?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2402776757430535555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/top-10-tips-i-think-would-shake-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/2402776757430535555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/2402776757430535555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/top-10-tips-i-think-would-shake-off.html' title='Top 10 tips i think would shake off a sticky date ( applicable if your single)'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-1042511135314857337</id><published>2011-02-10T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T08:20:42.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The colour of a girl's shadow is always green</title><content type='html'>Another untimely update on this dying blog , well at least im here again to revitalize it . Pardon me for my hiatus period.. i know alot of people have been waiting for another weird post from me , truth be told , i got no inspiration ... sigh but hey !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever dated anyone ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many ? ( puppy , sms , perasan one love doesnt count)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your gf a jealous freak ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a first timer , or you never dated anyone in your life , or you thought u and the girl  got a thing for each other but never really hit it off , then i suggest you go youtube or facebook instead of wasting time  here ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;........ well your still here , i guess you have one or two ex's or prolly more ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm an your odinary teenage guy, and i've seen many couples failed and i had a few face first on the floor heartbreaks ... but mine is totally irrelevant to the topic so yeah.. move on ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls , they are funny creatures u see , they all have one common trait that really tick a man off , and sometimes really , it get under the skin ... JEALOUSY !&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever come across this situation where , your gf asked u to tell them about ur ex?&lt;br /&gt;Truth is they hated it when u talk about your ex, BUT THEY WANT TO KNOW !&lt;br /&gt;Their intention are a total contradict to their feelings you see...&lt;br /&gt;They are always comparing how incompetent they are with your ex,&lt;br /&gt;Comparing how you treat your ex and how you treat them&lt;br /&gt;I shall give you an example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Girl : how do you celebrate your valentines day with your ex ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : keeps quiet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Girl why arent u saying anything , tell me darling , i want to know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : i don't want to tell you because if i do you're gonna be pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Girl : nooo i won't i promise dear pleaaseeeeeeeee dear i want to know , pleaseeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : NOooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Girl : You are always like that !! you never tell me anything !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Cmon I know it ! you will be pissed everytime i talk about my ex !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Girl : But i want to knowwwwwwwww ........ * verge of tears*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Can we not talk about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Girl : *keeps quiet and looks away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : OK ! but you promise you wont be pissed or jealous  okay ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Girl: *girl cringe and doing the duck mouth while crossing her hands *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : fine you win !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Girl : * these are the times they are all ears , because every single word u say is gonna be recorded and use against u*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : But its not a big deal , my valentines with her , i brought her out for dinner and bought her roses  , and at that time i felt like a jerk and i treat her like shit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Girl : Why din you bring me out for dinnneeeeeeeeer?!!!!!!!!!!! whyyyyyy her not meeeeeeee  (over-reacting time )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : I WASNT HERE ON 14TH FEB LAST YEAR REMEMBER??!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Girl : YOU NEVER EVEN BOUGHT ME ROSES !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : I THOUGHT U SAID U HATE ROSES!?!?!!? I though u said u like Lavander !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Girl : WELL NOW I DO! WHAT ELSE DID YOU GIVE HER AND DO TO HER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : WELL I TOLD YOU ! I GAVE HER ROSES AND BROUGHT HER TO DINNER !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Girl : WHY are you doing this to me ?!?!?! ( crying with a weak voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : WHAT DID I DO!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Girl: why you never do the things u did to your ex to me ...huuhuhuh crying*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : I told you ! i never actually like her , she's a bitchhhhhh , and i said I TREATED HER LIKE SHIT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Girl : *still crying*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Girl : huhuhuhuu *weak voice* why u never treated me like shit ...i want you to treat me like shit too .. like u treat her ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , thats an over-exaggerated example but yeah , its close... well girls you see , guys don't appreciate girls being jealous , they feel cramp in their heart , its like living in a box , you cant even say hi to your girl-friend without having a pair of eyes burning through the back of your head and through your eye socket ... you cant be too friendly with the opposite sex without having a knife pointed on your back threatening to stab if you get any friendlier... point being is , we appreciate it if you are less jealous and be more understanding ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are living on the present , why are u dwelling on the past that doesnt even belong to you in the first place? If you know you will get jealous , den don push the envelope and test your jealousy. Not worth getting all so work up and ultimately ruin the whole relationship , trust me , petty stuff like that ruins a relationship .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s darling i don't mean u kay ... its for general reading .. remember i still love u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-1042511135314857337?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1042511135314857337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/colour-of-girl-shadow-is-always-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1042511135314857337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1042511135314857337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/colour-of-girl-shadow-is-always-green.html' title='The colour of a girl&apos;s shadow is always green'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-1325937721778291028</id><published>2010-11-27T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T22:37:50.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blunder of a pathetic lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Usually people with experience will tell you that long distance doesn't work , i would tell you the same thing , but as the hypocrite that i am , i'm gonna tell you its not gonna work , but for my case, if its 99 % of it not working out , then its the fucking 1 % im holding on to ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys don't be stupid , don't be me , don't trust something that isn't real , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:Courier;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe  he's doing the same thing as me... maybe he wants so bad to call me,  but just won't because I haven't                            called him... then again, maybe I shouldn't  fill myself with false hope that he might just be missing me like I'm  missing                            him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; .&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you really believe all that? Because i do ... if you are like me , i guess we are both stupidly in love =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-1325937721778291028?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1325937721778291028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/11/blunder-of-pathetic-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1325937721778291028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1325937721778291028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/11/blunder-of-pathetic-lover.html' title='Blunder of a pathetic lover'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-1219022951610999121</id><published>2010-11-27T01:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T01:53:59.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a gentle reminder ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;One day, you’re going to wake up and realize how special she is — &lt;br /&gt;and when that day comes, she’ll be waking up next to the guy who already  knew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-1219022951610999121?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1219022951610999121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-gentle-reminder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1219022951610999121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1219022951610999121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-gentle-reminder.html' title='Just a gentle reminder ..'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-6309267087398781154</id><published>2010-11-22T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T00:01:47.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief describtion of Finals for me</title><content type='html'>I was having exams these few days .&lt;br /&gt;Hell it was fun.. had a ride of my life&lt;br /&gt;My parents are off to kuching so i decided im staying over at someones place,&lt;br /&gt;I end up staying in lannie's ...&lt;br /&gt;On sunday , we stayed up until ....&lt;br /&gt;Wait i din even sleep good lord&lt;br /&gt;I studied till the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;On sunday the fun began&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at siamese secrets&lt;br /&gt;Had McD for supper&lt;br /&gt;And guess what it was all paid for&lt;br /&gt;Studied until the 6 , and went for our exams&lt;br /&gt;Holyfuck trust me i was exhausted ..&lt;br /&gt;And hungry at the same time&lt;br /&gt;Went down to parkson for kfc... it was my brunch&lt;br /&gt;It was 6pm by then ...&lt;br /&gt;Had my dinner at 10pm at kens garden&lt;br /&gt;And guess what ? Kfc and kens  garden was also paid for&lt;br /&gt;Without even have to pay a single cent ,&lt;br /&gt;Went to kfc again at 3am in the morning ...&lt;br /&gt;This time i pay lar hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 1030 and exam is on 12&lt;br /&gt;SHit din study much but when i went in i was late ...&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the test was easy ... so i couldnt be bothered thus i went off after 1 hour prior to everyone else&lt;br /&gt;I lost my fucking 300 ringgit jacket and my phone though&lt;br /&gt;Just to found out that i left it at New study area T.T&lt;br /&gt;But my phone is seriously gone now&lt;br /&gt;Most probably at lannies place..&lt;br /&gt;I went to check my internal marks for maths and its 45 YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Manage to persuade the indian teacher to give me marks in return i do evaluate for him&lt;br /&gt;When i reach home...&lt;br /&gt;I saw, a pair of senheiser sitting there&lt;br /&gt;I orgasmed HAHAHAHAH WTF (not true)&lt;br /&gt;But i did pick it up and put it on my head&lt;br /&gt;Yes i started dancing like a stupid fuck&lt;br /&gt;Like a g6 like  like a like a g6  !!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;THe fun havent even end yet&lt;br /&gt;Because this thursday im going to stay over at Marriots Oh yeah!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So this is a brief describtion of me , during the finals XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-6309267087398781154?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6309267087398781154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/11/bad-things-gone-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/6309267087398781154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/6309267087398781154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/11/bad-things-gone-good.html' title='Brief describtion of Finals for me'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-8886472869122509483</id><published>2010-10-26T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T07:04:23.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Don't  ever beg someone you love to love you back. It just shows how pathetic  you are. If they don't love you, just leave them. That is how you hold  your pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-8886472869122509483?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8886472869122509483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/8886472869122509483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/8886472869122509483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-6726077919030510728</id><published>2010-10-21T05:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T05:46:50.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real friends vs fake friends</title><content type='html'>Friends... how many real friends do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Me? i have a handful of real friends =)&lt;br /&gt;And this is what i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake friends never ask for food&lt;br /&gt;Real friends are the reason you have no food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake friends would knock on your front door&lt;br /&gt;Real friends would knock after they let themselves in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake friends  wont pull pranks on you&lt;br /&gt;Real friends prank on you everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake friends will never laugh at your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Real friend laugh their ass off when made 1 simple mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake friends never criticize you&lt;br /&gt;Real friends criticize you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake friends stabs you from the back&lt;br /&gt;Real friends stabs you from the front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake friends fight with u and make it up to you but they hold grudge in their heart&lt;br /&gt;Real friends fight with u and wait for u to make it up to them and then they are bff again =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake friends acts nice in front of you&lt;br /&gt;Real friends are well whoever they are in front of u ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake friends keeps their privacy to themselves&lt;br /&gt;Real friends have no privacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake friends lets you copy during exam&lt;br /&gt;Real friends copy off yours even if its wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake friends will borrow you money , but expect you to pay them back&lt;br /&gt;Real friends will not borrow you money, because they know they wont get it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake friends be friend with you for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Real friends be friend with you , well because he/she thinks you are funny !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake friends steals your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Real friends dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake friends turn a blind eye when you are in trouble&lt;br /&gt;Real friends try their best to help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake friends jumps from one group to another&lt;br /&gt;Real friends sticks with you even if you are a douche bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake friends tells white lies&lt;br /&gt;Real friends talks shits with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake friends scream at the sea to release stress&lt;br /&gt;Real friends scream at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake friends befriend with you on facebook&lt;br /&gt;Real friends befriend with you in real life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake friends last a couple of years&lt;br /&gt;Real friends last a life time ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can i ask you again , how many real friends do you have =) winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-6726077919030510728?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6726077919030510728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/10/real-friends-vs-fake-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/6726077919030510728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/6726077919030510728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/10/real-friends-vs-fake-friends.html' title='Real friends vs fake friends'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-1136405011947960318</id><published>2010-10-18T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T01:48:39.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Malaysian</title><content type='html'>If you are culturally sensitive , or rather racially in a way , i suggest you navigate away from this blog and come back again next time. So you are still here and i shall assume you as open minded Malaysian . What i am about to talk about is a lil bit racial but im here to prove a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The common stereotype of the dominant race in our country is potrayed as laid back and backward thinking , the yellow are as cunning as a fox  and the brown to be as stingy and calculative.You have the occasional racial discriminations and of course the Malay rights issue, which of course I would not go into. We are all Malaysian why are we bound by this racial segregation ? Well said you might agree, I don't see myself as a Chinese Malaysian but rather Malaysian . Regardless of race, aren’t we all a little lazy and conservative at  times? Sometimes we are just plain self-centered and greedy. Other times  we are just devious and slightly miserly. Being proud of ourselves and  being resistant to change is just part of human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a food for thought, the bumis value kinship; the Chinese prosperity, the Indians camaraderie, and  the Malays warm hospitality. Why then does our government separate  themselves based on race? Well thank god i am born in Sarawak where racial issue is not as severe as in west Malaysia. Here the chinese enjoy nasi lemak as much as an Indian enjoy penang fried kueh tiao , the malay enjoys the canai respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then as a Malaysian, don’t play the race card don’t see yourself as a  Bumi, Chinese, Indian or Malay. See yourself as simply Malaysian. Enjoy  this congregation of many colours and flavours. There is nowhere else  in the world quite like it. And remember never brandish your kris to  make a point. We know someone did. Be more culturally sensitive. There  are better venues to put forward your opinions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-1136405011947960318?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1136405011947960318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/10/being-malaysian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1136405011947960318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1136405011947960318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/10/being-malaysian.html' title='Being a Malaysian'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-5516674502896387834</id><published>2010-10-04T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T04:04:32.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anehhhh , Malay and The Chinese</title><content type='html'>Dr. Mahathir was about to send the first Malaysian rocket into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 potential astronauts were called for an interview - one Indian, one Malay and one Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. M interviews the Indian first: "So, Muthu, this is a dangerous mission... how much do you think you should be paid for it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muthu thinks to himself and says, "1 million ringgit."&lt;br /&gt;"Why so much?" asks Dr. M.&lt;br /&gt;"Nowadays toddy wery expensive, Datuk..." replies Muthu.&lt;br /&gt;"I see," said Dr. M. "Thank you... please ask the Malay guy to come here."&lt;br /&gt;So the Malay walks up, and is asked the same question.&lt;br /&gt;"Uh... 2 million boleh lah," replies the Malay applicant.&lt;br /&gt;"2 million? That's a lot of money! Even the aneh before you only  asked for one million!"&lt;br /&gt;"You  see, Datuk," explained  Mat. "I have 4 wives and 15 children...so, 20  of us in the family, we need a lot of money to support ourselves..."&lt;br /&gt;"I see," said Dr. M. "Okay, can you ask the Chinese guy to come up here now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese guy comes in and Dr. M asks, "Ah Chong, this is a dangerous mission... how much do you think you should be paid?"&lt;br /&gt;Ah Chong thinks for a while, and suddenly says, "3 million."&lt;br /&gt;Mahathir is shocked. "WHAT?!?! 3 million? Why so much?!"&lt;br /&gt;Ah  Chong beckons Dr. M to come closer, and whispers, "One million you  keep, one million I keep, and then one more million to send the aneh  into space."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-5516674502896387834?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5516674502896387834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/10/anehhhh-malay-and-chinese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/5516674502896387834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/5516674502896387834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/10/anehhhh-malay-and-chinese.html' title='The Anehhhh , Malay and The Chinese'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-1586616821562792175</id><published>2010-10-02T23:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T23:56:36.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle Twinkle Little Star !</title><content type='html'>Twinkle twinkle little star&lt;br /&gt;I think i met you in the bar&lt;br /&gt;Down my guts im feeling shy&lt;br /&gt;Sitting next to you make me high&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle twinkle little star ,&lt;br /&gt;How i wonder who you are .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the hang over is gone,&lt;br /&gt;        When your real face is shown  upon,&lt;br /&gt;        Then you show your ugly face,&lt;br /&gt;        Twinkle, twinkle, through the night&lt;br /&gt;        i think i've been rape last night,&lt;br /&gt;        How I wonder what gender  you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark my thoughts so deep&lt;br /&gt;       Through my curtains you often peep&lt;br /&gt;       For i never close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;       Til the morning sun does rise&lt;br /&gt;       Twinkle, twinkle, little star&lt;br /&gt;       If we ever meet again&lt;br /&gt;I will strap you down with a chain ,&lt;br /&gt;And let you be run over by a train !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-1586616821562792175?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1586616821562792175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/10/twinkle-twinkle-little-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1586616821562792175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1586616821562792175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/10/twinkle-twinkle-little-star.html' title='Twinkle Twinkle Little Star !'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-7282097275402236374</id><published>2010-10-02T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T05:35:51.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakit Mata Memandang , Sakit hati kerana cinta</title><content type='html'>Wahai melaikat yang ever cantek&lt;br /&gt;Wajah mu yang sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Tidak dapat ku erase dari memory ku&lt;br /&gt;Terfikir jak muka mu&lt;br /&gt;Saya bagaikan anjing kehilangan tulang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa nama kamu saya wonder&lt;br /&gt;Dari syurga mana kamu escape&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa ktk datang ke alam bumi,&lt;br /&gt;Kerana kmk mau berkenalan dengan kamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boleh ka saya minta digit kamu?&lt;br /&gt;Mun x boleh&lt;br /&gt;Boleh ka saya minta esok hari?&lt;br /&gt;Mun x boleh lagi&lt;br /&gt;Boleh ka saya minta hari hari?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakit mata memandang kamu ,&lt;br /&gt;Lagi sakit hati ,&lt;br /&gt;Laki lain dari aku  di samping kamu ,&lt;br /&gt;Bila masa kamu akan break up dengan laki itu,&lt;br /&gt;Itulah masa saya akan go in for the kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini adalah blog entry yang bodoh&lt;br /&gt;Non of the above adalah true&lt;br /&gt;Kalau Korang percaya apa kamu yang telah baca&lt;br /&gt;Orang bodoh , itulah kamu ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-7282097275402236374?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7282097275402236374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/10/sakit-mata-memandang-sakit-hati-kerana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/7282097275402236374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/7282097275402236374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/10/sakit-mata-memandang-sakit-hati-kerana.html' title='Sakit Mata Memandang , Sakit hati kerana cinta'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-356237836879268620</id><published>2010-09-25T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T02:29:25.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who ... well ,screwed up</title><content type='html'>Kissing is a habit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Fucking is a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Guys get all the pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Girls get all the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           The guy says I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           You believe its true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           But when your tummy starts to swell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           He says 'to hell with you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           10 minutes of pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           9 months in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           3 days in hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           A baby without a name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           The baby is a bastard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           The mother is a whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           This never wouldn't have happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           If the rubber wouldn't have torn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-356237836879268620?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/356237836879268620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-those-who-might-well-screwed-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/356237836879268620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/356237836879268620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-those-who-might-well-screwed-up.html' title='For those who ... well ,screwed up'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-6061173082433910361</id><published>2010-09-16T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T05:46:23.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian leaders!</title><content type='html'>Najib asked the Queen, "Your Majesty, how do you run such an efficient&lt;br /&gt;                   government?  Are there any tips you can give to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   " Well," said the Queen, "the most important thing is to surround yourself&lt;br /&gt;                   with intelligent people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Najib frowned, and then asked, " But how do I know the people around me&lt;br /&gt;                   are really intelligent?"&lt;br /&gt;                   The Queen took a sip of tea. "Oh, that's easy; you just ask them to answer&lt;br /&gt;                   an intelligent riddle." The Queen pushed a button on her intercom. "Please&lt;br /&gt;                   send Tony Blair in here, would you?"&lt;br /&gt;                   Tony Blair walked into the room and said, "Yes, my Queen?"&lt;br /&gt;                   The Queen smiled and said, "Answer me this please, Tony, your mother and&lt;br /&gt;                   father have a child. It is not your brother and it is not your sister. Who&lt;br /&gt;                   is it?"&lt;br /&gt;                   Without pausing for a moment, Tony Blair answered, "That would be me."&lt;br /&gt;                   "Yes! Very good," said the Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Najib went back home to ask Mahyudin the same&lt;br /&gt;                   question. "answer this for me. Your mother and your father have a&lt;br /&gt;                   child.   It's not your brother and it's not your sister. Who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;                   "I'm not sure," said Mahyudin. "Let me get back to you on that one..." He&lt;br /&gt;                   went to his advisors and asked every one, but none could give him an&lt;br /&gt;                   answer.  Finally, he ended up in the men's room and recognized Lim Guan Eng's shoes in the next stall. &lt;br /&gt;                   Mahyudin didn't want but asked anyway, "Lim, can you&lt;br /&gt;                   answer this for me?  Your mother and father have a child and it's not your&lt;br /&gt;                   brother or your sister. Who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;                   Lim yelled back, "That's easy, it's me!"&lt;br /&gt;                   Mahyudin smiled, and said, "Thanks!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Then, he went back to speak with Najib.&lt;br /&gt;                        "Say, I did some research and I have the answer to that riddle.  It's&lt;br /&gt;                        Lim Guan Eng!"&lt;br /&gt;               Najib got up, stomped over to Mahyudin, and angrily yelled into his face,&lt;br /&gt;               "No! You idiot!  It's Tony Blair!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-6061173082433910361?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6061173082433910361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/09/malaysian-leaders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/6061173082433910361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/6061173082433910361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/09/malaysian-leaders.html' title='Malaysian leaders!'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-3796051882438238438</id><published>2010-08-07T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T05:51:28.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinkish glory! and the theory of the opposite sex!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/TF1VNv49xeI/AAAAAAAAANo/hFrDL_s0NRs/s1600/FatGirls.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? theory of girl? you gotta be kidding me,&lt;br /&gt;Thats humanely impossible !&lt;br /&gt;Understanding a girl is comparable to theory of relativity man&lt;br /&gt;Get outta here !&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You don't think i will end the post like that would you  XD&lt;br /&gt;Nah girls , =D you see you can actually understand girls at any one  time&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOT ALL of  the time&lt;br /&gt;In a lifetime of a male human, their brain is only capable to&lt;br /&gt;Understand 1 single female human,&lt;br /&gt;Because there is so much to learn ,&lt;br /&gt;More than that requires divine supernatural intervention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the difference between Dicks and chicks is that&lt;br /&gt;Girls has something called the mood swing .&lt;br /&gt;we guys dont , nor that we understand why it happen&lt;br /&gt;Jing ga ling ding yeah thats what im talking about&lt;br /&gt;It happen so randomly and so quickly its like&lt;br /&gt;Radioactive decaying of uranium and thorium!&lt;br /&gt;It really does scares the Half life out of you !&lt;br /&gt;One second she is a nice pretty princess&lt;br /&gt;The next thing you know she turns to evil queen Cleopatra&lt;br /&gt;Its like as if someone accidentally flip ( crazy ex girlfriend ) switch&lt;br /&gt;Things can get crazy when girls are having their period&lt;br /&gt;They become moody (myth? who knows)&lt;br /&gt;They will have food cravings ( even if their not pregnant pffft)&lt;br /&gt;Unlike girls , guys don enjoy paying as much as girls do shopping&lt;br /&gt;Not like we are cheapskate but , for us its a must to fulfill whatever you desire you see,&lt;br /&gt;We could have bought Xbox360 or Ps3 , but instead ...&lt;br /&gt;Oh i want this i want that,! omg that look cute i want that as well&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit is that a domokun ?! your coming home with momma .... lolz&lt;br /&gt;You do know that , thats our 3 months lunch money don't you .&lt;br /&gt;Nahhh luckily that never happen to me =)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes girls want their bf to be more understanding ,&lt;br /&gt;Like i.e they want you to know that she want to know wat you know about what she know&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe that doesnt make sense but its close&lt;br /&gt;tee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing girls , seriously of all the colours why pink?&lt;br /&gt;Pink shirt , pink dress, pink wall , pink bed, pink room , pink food&lt;br /&gt;and even pink teddy????? wait wat??&lt;br /&gt;Now whenever a guy wears a pink shirt is labeled gay ,&lt;br /&gt;Whats with the pink anyway , did somewhere deep in complex maze-like mind of yours&lt;br /&gt;Hit a neuron at a certain age that pink is the way to go?geee my favourite colour was pink .....&lt;br /&gt;Until you guys ruined it , you guys practically owned that colour, =( i love pink ...&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why some girls like to cluster in a group of 3-4 in their pinkish glory wooo hoo&lt;br /&gt;Seriously do you know what that reminded  me of?&lt;br /&gt;Mushrooms !!  Pink MUSHROOMS !nom nom nom&lt;br /&gt;No i mean in schools or in malls,&lt;br /&gt;You see them everywhere, like mushroom cluster u know !&lt;br /&gt;Sistahhxxx forever ,until one starting stabbing the other with a dagger&lt;br /&gt;and the other will never know ,&lt;br /&gt;Well this is one thing girls ought to know&lt;br /&gt;Girls who gossip to you gossip about you,&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh start to reflect liao leh&lt;br /&gt;eng eng eng,..&lt;br /&gt;Thats another difference between dicks and chicks&lt;br /&gt;We front stab! in your face kinda thing , and we are cool with it lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know as dicks , we always get this question&lt;br /&gt;Dear do i look fat in this?&lt;br /&gt;No dear you look fine,&lt;br /&gt;*change another one*&lt;br /&gt;Dear do i look fat in this?&lt;br /&gt;Look darling i love you however you look !&lt;br /&gt;smiles shy* walks away*&lt;br /&gt;How bout this now ? do i look chubby?&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls frequently complain about how fat they look ( i.e my sisters)&lt;br /&gt;But never do a thing about it!&lt;br /&gt;complaining is  all they know how to do&lt;br /&gt;And as frequently as they complain, this is what they say ,&lt;br /&gt;"I will diet tomoro",&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, i dunno how many times she said that lol ,&lt;br /&gt;Freaking hope she doesnt read this ,&lt;br /&gt;But if you do ever read this ,&lt;br /&gt;erm erm ,erm Happy birthday ! HEY CHRISTMAS IS HERE ! bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls stay in shape when they are single,&lt;br /&gt;Girls stay out of shape when they are not&lt;br /&gt;" Meh i already got a bf i don nid to diet anymore"&lt;br /&gt;Explains alot of fat mum eh?&lt;br /&gt;Den when they break up , they stop eating and start to get in shape,&lt;br /&gt;We tend to think " was i blind ? which pig farm did this pig come from" HAhahah Just kidding&lt;br /&gt;Few of my ex is fat and chubby so yeah ,&lt;br /&gt;We dig fat chicks Yo! Fat is the new sexay!&lt;br /&gt;rofl lmao,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by far the most controversial entry ever,&lt;br /&gt;But you cant help to admit .. right? lolss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/TF1VNv49xeI/AAAAAAAAANo/hFrDL_s0NRs/s1600/FatGirls.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/TF1VNv49xeI/AAAAAAAAANo/hFrDL_s0NRs/s400/FatGirls.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502648014398670306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-3796051882438238438?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/TF1VNv49xeI/AAAAAAAAANo/hFrDL_s0NRs/s72-c/FatGirls.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-8469925343580672003</id><published>2010-08-02T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T08:03:52.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice guys finish last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Do you have that one special friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That Mr Nice guy friend that always help you&lt;br /&gt;Do your home work&lt;br /&gt;Listen your problems&lt;br /&gt;Befriended of you when you have no friends&lt;br /&gt;Pick you up when you are down&lt;br /&gt;Always be there 24/7&lt;br /&gt;Those kinda guys are actually , supposedly,&lt;br /&gt;Extinct by now , but you will be suprised,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;listen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice guys do exist but rare,&lt;br /&gt;You don't see them in public,&lt;br /&gt;The public is just not their natural habitat,&lt;br /&gt;You most probably find them in library or at home,&lt;br /&gt;The might not be the most popular guy,&lt;br /&gt;They are just norms.&lt;br /&gt;But most of them ,&lt;br /&gt;Lack one thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Self confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true,&lt;br /&gt;Nice guys lacks morale, self confidence ,&lt;br /&gt;and has low self esteem,&lt;br /&gt;They suppress their feelings for others&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;They don't want to put so much emotional pressure on someone else&lt;br /&gt;Or they are just afraid to lose a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Mostly just wallowed in their low profile personality,&lt;br /&gt;They often think that&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth losing her for some feelings they got caught up inside ,&lt;br /&gt;They don't want to cause any drama,&lt;br /&gt;Often the time,&lt;br /&gt;They just watch her leave,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now you should know this entry isnt really about nice guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true,&lt;br /&gt;Most girls are attracted to the most popular guy in the group,&lt;br /&gt;They don't admit it , but mostly do&lt;br /&gt;It's like kids playing with toys,&lt;br /&gt;No kids likes to play with the toys that other kids don't ,&lt;br /&gt;They like the cream of the crop,&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think they are so many girls sorrounding the basketball court during a basketball competitions but Not in WCG?&lt;br /&gt;They like flashy guys that talks big and what not , sometimes they tend to fall for Jocks,&lt;br /&gt;Nice guys are no match for them, at least not for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice guys usually think ,&lt;br /&gt;Hey maybe i should stop the nice guys front&lt;br /&gt;Man up , tell her how i feels for her !&lt;br /&gt;When the opportunity arise,&lt;br /&gt;Its either too late , or he chicken out,&lt;br /&gt;Well, Its not really the matter of nice guys or bad guys,&lt;br /&gt;Its how genuinely you feel about that person ,&lt;br /&gt;How do you care for that person that counts,&lt;br /&gt;Not getting her with intention of getting into her pants..&lt;br /&gt;No...thats for the whole wrong reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes , you cant really blame the girl if she doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;How you feel about her, If you don't tell her ,&lt;br /&gt;She might never know,&lt;br /&gt;There is a point where nice guys are pushed against the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Watching the girl he love the most going out with his friend,&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he couldn't tell the girl how he feels ,&lt;br /&gt;He also cant bare the fact of losing her to someone else,&lt;br /&gt;But most of the times he takes it, sucked it all up,&lt;br /&gt;Until its too late to say anything,&lt;br /&gt;He better move fast, and pray hard that she feel the same way,&lt;br /&gt;Because after 4 years time,&lt;br /&gt;Uni life is over...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-8469925343580672003?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8469925343580672003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/08/nice-guys-finish-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/8469925343580672003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/8469925343580672003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/08/nice-guys-finish-last.html' title='Nice guys finish last'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-330598057361895789</id><published>2010-08-02T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:38:29.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its 4.47am</title><content type='html'>Hello dear readers, i dunno is it just me or everyone else having the same problem, i have sleeping disorder lately and i cant sleep in the morning you know, its like throughout the holidays i have been trying persuade myself to bed. It must be the holiday fever thing "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; no school &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tommoro&lt;/span&gt; " kinda thing. Its freaking 4.47 am in the morning now and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; blogging . When i go to bed i think of really silly things , like you know if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; gonna be an engineer , my future home and wife and kids what not. Its weird because i don even know if i ever gonna make it through. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; am i talking about i am gonna make it through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ppfffft&lt;/span&gt;. ( actually i dunno)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so recently &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;checkin&lt;/span&gt; out some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; videos, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suprising&lt;/span&gt; to say those guys are really creative . Wong &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fu&lt;/span&gt; productions, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shud&lt;/span&gt; check em out , they make really cool videos. And then it hit me. What if i start a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; account and start making videos and shit, or maybe a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vlog&lt;/span&gt; or something but i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want anything cheesy.(dream on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's wedding is coming up and that can only mean 2 things, she is moving out and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; moving in =D.Just so you know guys i live in a balcony, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sorrounded&lt;/span&gt; by windows .Yeah i know cool eh , i can freaking stargaze at night lying on my bed,(no seriously i can) .&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SInce&lt;/span&gt; she is moving out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; gonna move in into a bigger room .Yeah i have 4 sisters and the 3rd one is getting married on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;november&lt;/span&gt; and i promised her to make a video . She saw the last video i made for someones birthday and er she is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suprisingly&lt;/span&gt; impressed, i am impressed myself to say the least.I will put a link down there maybe you all should check it out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tonnes of creative ideas of making the video, but the problem it gonna look good or it will come out looking like some cheesy work you know. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want that, i was thinking of doing stop motion video, and er i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nid&lt;/span&gt; a tripod for it and i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nid&lt;/span&gt; some help . I know i promise her and all but i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to let her know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; working on it. Out of the box &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suprise&lt;/span&gt; effect and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; make her cry and stuff =). Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; open to suggestions and stuff and if u feel like hoping in aboard ,be my guest . Its never a bad thing to have extra hands .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Arghhh&lt;/span&gt; lets see, my foots asleep. Oh well , let's see.. Starting next week i will start my 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;curtin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heheh&lt;/span&gt; cant wait eh .Actually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; kinda looking forward for it because Holiday boredom is really killing me. I wanna score good grades this time around. You know life without a goal is like going shopping without money, yeah i cant think of any good example but do coin me on that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. But yeah first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; i did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt; moderately fine i guess? I wont call it great but its a good start. I mean whats the point screwing up your uni , what is it gonna be of you in 10 years from now man? Last time my mum was like telling me things like you gonna study hard and what not, and i was like ," you are actually telling me how to live my life ma?" go fly a kite . But yeah now it starts to hit me because i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; getting any younger. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; actually thrilled for my graduation day you know , throwing my hat up into the sky and like " We actually graduated ! lets paint the town red!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt; sigh i would really wanna write more but, an entry should be like a skirt , it should be long enough to cover the good stuff, and short enough to keep it interesting . But there is one thing b4 i bade goodbye to you all , there is this girl&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; go figure &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; wanna know more? follow me on this blog . And as promised the link to the cute song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOJ7EeRHLzI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOJ7EeRHLzI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its cheesy ! but hey i don see you putting videos up online &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason signing out !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-330598057361895789?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/330598057361895789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-447am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/330598057361895789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/330598057361895789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-447am.html' title='Its 4.47am'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-6673162278538701982</id><published>2010-07-31T05:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T05:54:42.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that girls should know about a man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must first apologize for the untimely update of my pathetic-ly dying blog . Oh well , You know people ask me , what kind of person do i resemble myself to? I would like to think that imma one man dynasty but im just an average joe? But of course there are things that separate me from others. I got my own principle that i hold on to . Guess those principles is too private to be published here ,  u have to know me in person then you will know what kinda person i am .&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough about me , im here to talk about things guys normally wont talk about to girls, Jason is here to shed light to u girls out there who frequently ask the same questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.1 what type of girls guys like? ( majority)&lt;br /&gt;A.1  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guys don't actually look after good-looking girls. They prefer neat and presentable girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.2 Do guys cry after a rough breakup?&lt;br /&gt;A.2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually we do , we are just to ego too admit it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.3 Why do guys cheat?&lt;br /&gt;A.3 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This question is to subjective, to me i think the number one reason guys cheat is because they don get enough attention from the partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.4 &lt;span class="teenzone19"&gt;My friends say some boys are born with just one  testicle. Is this be true? If yes, will a boy with only a testicle be  able to have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span class="teenzonebody"&gt;A.4&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, it is true some boys are born with just one testicle, but this doesn’t happen often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.5 What are the topics guys don like to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;A.5 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guys hate it when girls talk about their ex boyfriends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.6 What does guys hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;A.6&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Guys hate gays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.7 Hoes b4 Bros?&lt;br /&gt;A.7&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I dunno about that but , im a bros before hoes kinda guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.8 Brains or boobs ?&lt;br /&gt;A.8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guys love girls with brains more than girls in miniskirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.9What are the common traits shared by guys in relationships ?&lt;br /&gt;A.9 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guys tend to get serious with their relationship and become too possessive. So watch out girls!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.10Why do guys always want what they cant have?&lt;br /&gt;A.10 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess guys always fantasize about the things that they cant have therefore it led to an obsessive craving i.e Money , girls , ferari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There come to a point in life where u have to ask these questions, if you are a still confused of how a man brain work, picture this , if you get a chance to peer into a man's brain, all u can see is 3D pipes screen savers like the ones on your pc. WE ARE ACTUALLY SIMPLE AND STRAIGHT FORWARD!. Its easier to talk a man to do whatever you want then it is for a man to talk a girl into cooking. We are easy simple curious animals . Here are some facts about guys that might help u understand guys .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A guy may instantly know if the girl likes him but can never be sure unless the girl tells him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. A guy would waste his time over video games and basketball, the way a girl would do over her romance novels and make-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Guys love girls who can cook or bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Guys like girls who are like their moms. No kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. A guy's friend knows everything about him. Use this to your advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't be a snob. Guys may easily give up on the first sign of rejection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Don't be biased. Try loving a guy without prejudice and you'll be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Girls who bathe in their eau de perfumes do more repelling than attracting guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Guys are more talkative than girls are especially when the topic is about girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Guys don't comprehend the statement "Get lost" too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice there is one thats highlight in red? Take note =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="teenzonemore"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-6673162278538701982?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6673162278538701982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/07/things-that-girls-should-know-about-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/6673162278538701982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/6673162278538701982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/07/things-that-girls-should-know-about-man.html' title='Things that girls should know about a man'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-5456989709593403678</id><published>2010-07-23T05:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T06:04:51.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Audiophiles im back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/TEmSNN1XuMI/AAAAAAAAANg/80ky0r_Hlcw/s1600/solos-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/TEmR9tICbpI/AAAAAAAAANY/TVmkx1cPf-g/s1600/solosAngles03.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/TEmRsu-ZSlI/AAAAAAAAANQ/0rtyaGWuqvI/s1600/5814b8640b080597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/TEmRsu-ZSlI/AAAAAAAAANQ/0rtyaGWuqvI/s400/5814b8640b080597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497085017892407890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The allienware gaming headset =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/TEmRkroInbI/AAAAAAAAANI/QO3Jeyzi8gU/s1600/Beats+Studio+%28Package%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/TEmRkroInbI/AAAAAAAAANI/QO3Jeyzi8gU/s400/Beats+Studio+%28Package%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497084879554780594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beats by dre by Monster posing with its accessories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/TEmRZwDKW9I/AAAAAAAAANA/oGYHrsWOFk8/s1600/6a00d8341cc8d453ef00e5523d7af78834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/TEmRZwDKW9I/AAAAAAAAANA/oGYHrsWOFk8/s400/6a00d8341cc8d453ef00e5523d7af78834-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497084691763321810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studio black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-5456989709593403678?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5456989709593403678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/07/audiophiles-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/5456989709593403678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/5456989709593403678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/07/audiophiles-im-back.html' title='Audiophiles im back!'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/TEmRsu-ZSlI/AAAAAAAAANQ/0rtyaGWuqvI/s72-c/5814b8640b080597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-8186254056906511281</id><published>2010-04-05T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:36:37.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coz the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly</title><content type='html'>I don usually  blog like this nor i blog anymore , but i have no one to talk to and  this is my only means to express my phucked up feelings inside. Have u  ever feel , when the one u love walked pass your heart skips a beat ,  but just to feel a sinking feeling when u saw them with their other  half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u have someone in your heart that u thought u have  completely forgotten about re-surfaces on facebook and u checked their  relationship status it says in a relationship ? And after u found out  who that person was, u view their profile ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i honestly think  that i have totally forgotten about her .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i can live  my life without her ,After all i've been through ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hit me so  hard 2 years ago ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear the ring in my ears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That  big massive chunk of heart that she ripped out of my chest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That  feeling of being in total emptiness without her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its cold....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its  dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This depressing feeling is taking a toll  ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  live through that everyday and through out the night ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bit my  lips and close my eyes ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayed my heart out  as hard as i might  ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please take this pain away from me ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help close my  eyes when you are in sight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because every time i see you ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  see you with another me ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to run , i tried to hide,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  scream in pain to no avail ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slit my wrist  i drunk myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  pop a pill i go to sleep ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up bloody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And very  disheveled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried going out with another you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought  that might help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left me too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She  question me ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answer no when she talk bout you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied  so hard , i denied it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to her but to myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  was a stupid move ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i look like a fool,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old scars  is resurfacing ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its bad and its menacing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what  you wrote on facebook ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurt me so badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart felt  heavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant deny nor can I run ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant lie ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  feel numb ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will we ever meet again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question i  shall ask ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i sincerely hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my fingers  that fits perfectly in the spaces in between your  fingers ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  not just  the other loser singaporean version  me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-8186254056906511281?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8186254056906511281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/04/coz-spaces-between-my-fingers-are-right_05.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/8186254056906511281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/8186254056906511281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/04/coz-spaces-between-my-fingers-are-right_05.html' title='Coz the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-1426888764092999558</id><published>2010-03-27T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T20:53:49.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S67SazDkidI/AAAAAAAAAM4/1SbmKieh6ak/s1600/league+table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S67SazDkidI/AAAAAAAAAM4/1SbmKieh6ak/s400/league+table.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453527556615866834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;XD glory to Man united....sucks to be chelshit , liverfool, ARSE-nal fans HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-1426888764092999558?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1426888764092999558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1426888764092999558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1426888764092999558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh yeah'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S67SazDkidI/AAAAAAAAAM4/1SbmKieh6ak/s72-c/league+table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-7857002996803842940</id><published>2010-03-04T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T02:50:50.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audiophiles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you are an audiophile like me , Audio Technica , sennheiser HD650 should ring a bell in that thick head XD just kidding .. yes these baby are like the high end of all headphones .These baby cant be found in miri because they are rare and mirian do not appreciate the sound of music.The commoners will just buy an ipod touch and use the headphones by apple.Its a waste because with those headphones u cant fully force the quality of the songs u see.Im nt saying they suck but you can go much further with Audio Technica or sennheiser series or what not. The bass the trebles everything its amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S49u2m-0WiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/qnecTGisslI/s1600-h/ATH-ESW9A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S49u2m-0WiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/qnecTGisslI/s400/ATH-ESW9A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444692358970235426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expensive stuff XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4-Psu23k7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/NWGg_CaHrmM/s1600-h/226712_sennheiser_hd_800_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4-Psu23k7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/NWGg_CaHrmM/s400/226712_sennheiser_hd_800_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444728473169400754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the senheiser hd800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is all of the above is made for songs , NOT for games it doesnt come with 7.1 sorround sound nor does it has a microphone but the sound quality is just fucking amazing XD but pricy&lt;br /&gt;i will definitely get one after i get my ipod touch XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-7857002996803842940?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7857002996803842940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/03/audiophiles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/7857002996803842940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/7857002996803842940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/03/audiophiles.html' title='Audiophiles!'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S49u2m-0WiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/qnecTGisslI/s72-c/ATH-ESW9A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-5285297063250855665</id><published>2010-02-26T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T04:26:59.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things i got from this trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4esaWYRUXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/UkVezI_wuXM/s1600-h/IMG_1063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4esaWYRUXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/UkVezI_wuXM/s400/IMG_1063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442508243384488306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i got 12 freaking pairs of socks for rm10 the whole year supply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4erxT8_dBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3Cweup8hBLE/s1600-h/IMG_1061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4erxT8_dBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3Cweup8hBLE/s400/IMG_1061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442507538358563858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;converse sweater rm 190&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4erhGgq38I/AAAAAAAAAMI/mdmN77BfG3M/s1600-h/IMG_1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4erhGgq38I/AAAAAAAAAMI/mdmN77BfG3M/s400/IMG_1050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442507259872206786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue with yellow stripes converse sneakers and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4erS5Ty1VI/AAAAAAAAAMA/cEqMDPEM8uU/s1600-h/IMG_1044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4erS5Ty1VI/AAAAAAAAAMA/cEqMDPEM8uU/s400/IMG_1044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442507015810372946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;purple one for rm 45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4eq8UbAxxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BEpsVzOOqc0/s1600-h/IMG_0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4eq8UbAxxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BEpsVzOOqc0/s400/IMG_0118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442506627951413010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wooohooo fcuk t !! want one for a very long time edi&lt;br /&gt;rm 178&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4eqhPDbRCI/AAAAAAAAALw/eKHk9sBZ-fw/s1600-h/IMG_0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4eqhPDbRCI/AAAAAAAAALw/eKHk9sBZ-fw/s400/IMG_0122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442506162653840418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4eqR0hy51I/AAAAAAAAALo/JxFE-r74v8I/s1600-h/IMG_0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4eqR0hy51I/AAAAAAAAALo/JxFE-r74v8I/s400/IMG_0117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442505897835423570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4ep__4KGMI/AAAAAAAAALg/TdBLZqccjhg/s1600-h/IMG_0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4ep__4KGMI/AAAAAAAAALg/TdBLZqccjhg/s400/IMG_0115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442505591644362946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my very first button fly XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4epVB2XuXI/AAAAAAAAALY/zSxFZjotMOk/s1600-h/IMG_0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4epVB2XuXI/AAAAAAAAALY/zSxFZjotMOk/s400/IMG_0105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442504853439363442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;padini's 89 each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4epD_2p6iI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FjXGC90Jnco/s1600-h/IMG_0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4epD_2p6iI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FjXGC90Jnco/s400/IMG_0104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442504560845908514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4eoLRSP54I/AAAAAAAAALI/ERBlHwvLYCA/s1600-h/IMG_0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4eoLRSP54I/AAAAAAAAALI/ERBlHwvLYCA/s400/IMG_0103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442503586272503682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-5285297063250855665?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5285297063250855665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-i-got-from-this-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/5285297063250855665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/5285297063250855665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-i-got-from-this-trip.html' title='Things i got from this trip'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S4esaWYRUXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/UkVezI_wuXM/s72-c/IMG_1063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-2935576301429170137</id><published>2010-02-20T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:26:40.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back in miri</title><content type='html'>I just came back will upload a heck load of photos later tell u guys abt china&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-2935576301429170137?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2935576301429170137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back-in-miri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/2935576301429170137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/2935576301429170137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back-in-miri.html' title='Im back in miri'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-7252256172866555469</id><published>2010-02-07T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:58:31.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SINGLES AWARENESS DAY</title><content type='html'>Yes its coming u singletons. Be envious , be jealous, and suck it up . being envious is not a sin , but rather counting others blessing rather than your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-7252256172866555469?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7252256172866555469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/02/singles-awareness-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/7252256172866555469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/7252256172866555469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xd674M66I/AAAAAAAAALA/iUNXRrxj828/s400/nikewhite4.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430318517789191074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xdyUwAIZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/cXUexRQA6Yo/s1600-h/nikewhite3.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xdyUwAIZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/cXUexRQA6Yo/s400/nikewhite3.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430318369846862226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xdsoNyCZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/6duW0AyAIlg/s1600-h/whitenike2.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xdsoNyCZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/6duW0AyAIlg/s400/whitenike2.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430318271992826258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xdolOUvLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-kAQe0kTeFU/s1600-h/whitenike1.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xdolOUvLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-kAQe0kTeFU/s400/whitenike1.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430318202470317234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xWK-PlYRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vpFhckNo-18/s1600-h/9453_i_o6924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xWK-PlYRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vpFhckNo-18/s400/9453_i_o6924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430309997209018642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xV4WtO0zI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aC_zwphqQls/s1600-h/11128_i_internal2resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xV4WtO0zI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aC_zwphqQls/s400/11128_i_internal2resized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430309677358306098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xVrsDNxxI/AAAAAAAAAKA/U43Xwwnlr2Q/s1600-h/11618_i_internalresized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xVrsDNxxI/AAAAAAAAAKA/U43Xwwnlr2Q/s400/11618_i_internalresized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430309459749357330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xVk5o41gI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/B7XbbazUCpc/s1600-h/eos500db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xVk5o41gI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/B7XbbazUCpc/s400/eos500db.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430309343137945090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xVfnLH0MI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jB0aHEeRP3E/s1600-h/500D-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xVfnLH0MI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jB0aHEeRP3E/s400/500D-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430309252281913538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xVTYJp49I/AAAAAAAAAJg/R8RgRZFY5aA/s1600-h/nike+id1.bmp+2.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xVTYJp49I/AAAAAAAAAJg/R8RgRZFY5aA/s400/nike+id1.bmp+2.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430309042090795986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xVL-eEmTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/7jFiAEBHoQ8/s1600-h/nike+id1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xVL-eEmTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/7jFiAEBHoQ8/s400/nike+id1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430308914938026290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xTY0hsvSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/px4FJfwh06A/s1600-h/razer_megalodon2-thumb-450x342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xTY0hsvSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/px4FJfwh06A/s400/razer_megalodon2-thumb-450x342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430306936583929122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xVYy1_x_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Y9FqGWoNqo0/s1600-h/IMG_2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1xVYy1_x_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Y9FqGWoNqo0/s400/IMG_2194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430309135155447794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want all of the above by the end of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-2046942324261885870?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2046942324261885870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-uploads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-3282290281493009984</id><published>2010-01-21T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T06:09:24.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ky</title><content type='html'>Some say its nt over till its over&lt;br /&gt;But i guess its really over now&lt;br /&gt;Theres something i wanna say b4 i let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have a fight with him&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you cry&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad and blue, and i become hopeful&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches secretly&lt;br /&gt;Then just a hint of your smile&lt;br /&gt;Can make me feel fine again&lt;br /&gt;To keep figuring out&lt;br /&gt;How i feel about you&lt;br /&gt;Coz then we would drift apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold my breath&lt;br /&gt;I bite my lips&lt;br /&gt;Oh please leave him and&lt;br /&gt;Come to me&lt;br /&gt;Baby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don take his hands&lt;br /&gt;Cause you should be my&lt;br /&gt;Lady....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;For so long...&lt;br /&gt;Please look at me now&lt;br /&gt;When the music starts&lt;br /&gt;You will vow to spend&lt;br /&gt;The rest of your life with him&lt;br /&gt;How i prayed every night , this day&lt;br /&gt;Would never come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never knew how i felt abt you&lt;br /&gt;And i hated you so..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish you would be unhappy&lt;br /&gt;Now i have no more tears left to cry&lt;br /&gt;When im by myself&lt;br /&gt;I talk to you like you're here&lt;br /&gt;I've felt so restless every night&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've known all along&lt;br /&gt;That this would happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And dream an endless dream&lt;br /&gt;Please leave him&lt;br /&gt;and come to me Baby&lt;br /&gt;Dont hold his hands&lt;br /&gt;When he comes to you&lt;br /&gt;Cause you should be my lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be happy with him&lt;br /&gt;So that i can forget you&lt;br /&gt;Please forget how miserable i looked&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be unbearably hard for me&lt;br /&gt;For a long while to come&lt;br /&gt;For such long time&lt;br /&gt;I lived in an illusion like a fool&lt;br /&gt;She is still smilling at me&lt;br /&gt;So brightly at me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-3282290281493009984?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3282290281493009984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/01/ky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/3282290281493009984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/3282290281493009984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/01/ky.html' title='ky'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-8798893899566736067</id><published>2010-01-21T02:52:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T03:32:22.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new 7D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1g0IXLZ2vI/AAAAAAAAAIw/GbbGTGzumls/s1600-h/0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1g0IXLZ2vI/AAAAAAAAAIw/GbbGTGzumls/s400/0194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429146669060578034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah baby the new 7D is here and im very privileged to be the toying around with it .&lt;br /&gt;That baby packs a 18 mega-pixels meaning to say if u were to zoom in and count the square pixels that makes up the picture u will find 18 fucking millions of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1g0CF_Dq8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/OjWaut1Livw/s1600-h/0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1g0CF_Dq8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/OjWaut1Livw/s400/0188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429146561366174658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this baby also runs on the latest digic4 image processor.&lt;br /&gt;if you own an entry level 450D canon it only has digic3 XD&lt;br /&gt;this baby can burst up to 8fps for sports and whatever activity you indulge in&lt;br /&gt;that happens very fast (sex) JUST KIDDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1gz9ldNdGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZRpp1fde1_g/s1600-h/0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1gz9ldNdGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZRpp1fde1_g/s400/0183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429146483914798178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this baby is capable of &lt;span class="overview_text"&gt; capturing tremendous images at up to ISO 12800&lt;br /&gt;perfect for night scenes and low light conditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1gz5Zh-TVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/T16O5oXFGvc/s1600-h/0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1gz5Zh-TVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/T16O5oXFGvc/s400/0182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429146411994074450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="overview_text"&gt;The EOS 7D's Intelligent Viewfinder, an entirely newly-designed technology, provides approximately 100% coverage and displays user-selected AF modes as well as a spot metering circle and on demand grid lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly the EOS 7D is the must have for the camera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;enthusiast&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="overview_text"&gt; in the year 2010&lt;br /&gt;If you have Rm7888 to spend , you can spend it on this baby.&lt;br /&gt;Or you can spend it on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-8798893899566736067?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8798893899566736067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-7d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/8798893899566736067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/8798893899566736067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-7d.html' title='The new 7D'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S1g0IXLZ2vI/AAAAAAAAAIw/GbbGTGzumls/s72-c/0194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-26899474925450115</id><published>2010-01-20T22:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:59:50.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you mean?</title><content type='html'>Thinking back abt the past, its weird you how some ppl can be so hypocritical abt wat they say. Ok have ever been in a relationship and you say ily fae? and things like he/she will not date anyone after you shit like that? Well i did. Ok to sum it up to you guys if you are so thick to comprehend what im saying.. its that WHAT LOVERS SAY WHEN THEY ARE WITH YOU DOESNT COUNT ! i mean look at her she got 2 eversince me in like wat 5 months? lol the score board doesnt look good for me so erm cny , red underwear , hope shits work out for me this year so lets cross our fingers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-26899474925450115?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/26899474925450115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-do-you-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/26899474925450115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/26899474925450115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-do-you-mean.html' title='What do you mean?'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-1868732179027606103</id><published>2010-01-09T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:32:16.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube</title><content type='html'>Hi guys ...i was wondering if anyone of you subscribe to youtube channels..because i do... some of them are vlogs as in video blogging, hey they it takes alot of courage to film yourself in front of the camera and don even get me started on how awkward it is to talk to the video camera by yourself ...just imagine those vlogger made a 9 min long video review or just talking crap or wat not just to realised that the camera is nt even switched on HAhahaah that would suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the few channels i subscribed is Shane DawsonTv . I find him hilarious and creative and he really crack me up with his stupid made up accent...He is an average dude with long hairs. Basically wat he does is he finds a topic and make a really fucked up sketch abt it ...he is often compared to his rival channel Fred and niga higa which i find really lame ...but heck they got millions and millions of subscribers. But sadly ( i wished i din have to say this but ) i think shane is a faggot No offence to any faggot reading this but er.. yeah he is a faggot and he is really funny ... you shud see him cross dress ... he star in all his sketches i mean all the characters inside ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is one of my favourite video , its so fucked up HAhHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ay-bf1g5Lg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another channel which i subscribed , which belongs to a girl , her real name is natasia/cia (watever) she goes by the name comunitychannel , weird huh?? she is a great hit amongst the youtube community, maybe because she is gorgeous? she got great rack i can give her that. apparently she is a australian born asian. Yeah she is half korean i think . I mean check her out , she got the best accent ever. She updates more often compared to ShanedawsonTv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1eTLBpc2c0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one channel that belongs to a group of friends...this time its the americans ... The RecklessTortuga .. the sad thing is that  the RecklessTortuga videos are not really that funny but there is one sketch on Psycho girlfriend which consist of 7 individual parts or episode watever and yeah they kinda funny and freaky the link is right below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMoGj9QtZts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then theres the aussie singing sensation the Jayesslee.. Both of them are aussie born korean  twins and my god their voice are from the heavens and they are really really cute me like &lt;3 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DtXr0pIRSg4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly there is heckler52 ..She is a band enthusiast she do video reviews on bands that din make the billboard i mean she got weird taste for music but i subscribed her because i think she is cute and i like her accent..guess wat she is also asian~~  And she is from sydney ...i just realized that the channel i subscribe is mostly from australia...this and all of em are asian =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/heckler52#p/u/0/0swYBpF8kTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if  you are lazy to copy and paste the links u can watch it on the side , can u see an ipod touch? the videos i posted in there are in accordance to the above enjoy =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-1868732179027606103?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1868732179027606103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/01/youtube.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1868732179027606103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1868732179027606103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/01/youtube.html' title='YouTube'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-7845465884751470041</id><published>2010-01-06T05:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T05:48:44.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleak nyer me</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since i update my post. Sorry for the untimely update anyway, im giving u guys a heads up on my situation now. Im almost broke to the core lmao. Adeiii and china trip is around the corner if i don come up with a  get rich fast scheme asap i am done for . Lol yes my grandmother passed away just 4 days ago and was busy with her funeral and stuff.  So yeah i came up with an idea, get rich fast scheme i shall buy lottery tickets and the numbers are the funeral car plate number LoL. Im nt an ignorant bastard or anything la its a chinese thing u noe... and much to my dismay nt even 1 kena, Maybe grandma is still mad at me for nt greeting her since whenever?&lt;br /&gt;oh well im faced with Financial prob head on now appooo , Work Work Work and more work i wished i din spend my money on the mouse and keyboard and stuff wtf.. oh well wats done is done ... next target full set steelseries vrooom vroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S0SUP-w8H9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VQzjbyKjtgg/s1600-h/steelseries-wow-mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S0SUP-w8H9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VQzjbyKjtgg/s400/steelseries-wow-mouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423622853528133586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S0SUKI0aYuI/AAAAAAAAAII/3xgL5iDO-yU/s1600-h/steelseries_siberia_neckband-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S0SUKI0aYuI/AAAAAAAAAII/3xgL5iDO-yU/s400/steelseries_siberia_neckband-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423622753147839202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S0SUEYkXPAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XJcNFGB8g2M/s1600-h/SSKandz_LRG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S0SUEYkXPAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XJcNFGB8g2M/s400/SSKandz_LRG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423622654296275970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S0ST8Pma0mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fC2NScF7iF8/s1600-h/Merc_Stealth_LRG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S0ST8Pma0mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fC2NScF7iF8/s400/Merc_Stealth_LRG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423622514450027106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-7845465884751470041?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7845465884751470041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/01/bleak-nyer-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/7845465884751470041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/7845465884751470041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2010/01/bleak-nyer-me.html' title='bleak nyer me'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/S0SUP-w8H9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VQzjbyKjtgg/s72-c/steelseries-wow-mouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-125255655261496111</id><published>2009-12-21T23:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:18:28.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye salmosa Hello death adder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SzBxlUr20GI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ld0Yuud5Jos/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SzBxlUr20GI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ld0Yuud5Jos/s400/DSC00752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417955237748461666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SzBxfWDjIqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/L5wsNjKlrKQ/s1600-h/DSC00748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SzBxfWDjIqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/L5wsNjKlrKQ/s400/DSC00748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417955135037055650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SzBxXe4Hp8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/LvIRnki_cm8/s1600-h/DSC00751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SzBxXe4Hp8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/LvIRnki_cm8/s400/DSC00751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417954999966083010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SzBxEj_e0GI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lTdXg6snt3Y/s1600-h/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SzBxEj_e0GI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lTdXg6snt3Y/s400/DSC00746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417954674921623650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may not be a wise investment but im just being JASON ahhahah&lt;br /&gt;ok now that old salmosa is out of the way the death adder will proudly take its spot&lt;br /&gt;under my palms HAHAH....&lt;br /&gt;So right now i got an extra mouse..after like 1 month plus of usage i have change another one&lt;br /&gt;i would like to sell it to whoever for 80 if interested just write on my side chat&lt;br /&gt;i bought it for rm139, and its still new and its in good condition .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ciao yall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-125255655261496111?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/125255655261496111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-salmosa-hello-death-adder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/125255655261496111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/125255655261496111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-salmosa-hello-death-adder.html' title='Goodbye salmosa Hello death adder'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SzBxlUr20GI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ld0Yuud5Jos/s72-c/DSC00752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-6335166493104572747</id><published>2009-12-18T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T00:20:37.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've come a long way , my past shaped me to who i am now. Greeted by a cold  truth everytime i try to peer into the future. My relationships reeks of disaster. Yes , my past r/s taught me alot of things.In fact its the very reason i am who i am today.I might have made my own mistake and learned my lesson, it left me pondering what exactly is the root of the problem, and by the process of elimination i found out that the problem is communication. I've picked myself up in many occasion, but in some case you just fall forever that u cant pick yourself up , at least thats the feeling.It  literally felt as if someone punched a hole straight through your chest.. it felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SyuUYo9py1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6D4NJAHcpnw/s1600-h/em0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SyuUYo9py1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6D4NJAHcpnw/s400/em0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416586127876934482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this post aint suppose to end like this but im too lazy to cry my heart out, maybe im nt emo enough to make an emo post XD i rather be optimistic person who sees the best in everything i hope you do the same too .&lt;br /&gt;on the side not ; i went to confession the other day and i din tell the priest that i jump que and that i still hate my grandmother although she is still in the icu ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-6335166493104572747?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6335166493104572747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/12/relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/6335166493104572747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/6335166493104572747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/12/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SyuUYo9py1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6D4NJAHcpnw/s72-c/em0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-4274752816687385851</id><published>2009-12-17T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:41:36.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is next on the list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/Sysi4caakyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GPLpc56zr60/s1600-h/302_Razer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/Sysi4caakyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GPLpc56zr60/s400/302_Razer.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416461329938158370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SysidJrPmWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/71WgvRPUzOg/s1600-h/RazerMako.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SysidJrPmWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/71WgvRPUzOg/s400/RazerMako.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416460861052000610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does look abit freaky i mean the shape and the speakers they look alien-like speakers but non the less its the next shit on my shopping list XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-4274752816687385851?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4274752816687385851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-next-on-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/4274752816687385851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/4274752816687385851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-next-on-list.html' title='This is next on the list'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/Sysi4caakyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GPLpc56zr60/s72-c/302_Razer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-640165067265635956</id><published>2009-12-16T22:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:11:00.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW Gear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;My lastest gear the razer headset . You guys should swing by stratos enterprise they sell full range of gaming gears and GCU CPU whatever you need you can find it there with reasonable price. Now get this they have the cheapest price in miri and they are stil giving DISCOUNT you HEAR ME!!! DISCOUNTs nt much but still they give u prices that would make you buy. Nice tactic there eric u made me buy ur things 2WICE..&lt;/span&gt;wtf hahaha but i will be your frequent customer in the future =) , Now there is only 2.5 things left i ought to buy from razer to really complete my collection, i got a razer mouse but i wanted the other model so thats the 0.5 haha . But seriously i want the big ass sound system from razer that cost around 1.2k ?. And owh yeah some tee shirts by razer. i might even want to marry a razer wife( if they make one that is) whahaha  ok fuck that.We will me making razer babies b4 we noe it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SynStMkahDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jEdgpB4KIes/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SynStMkahDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jEdgpB4KIes/s400/DSC00727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416091700799636530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SynSlxLHpDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/q9d8FumDUxA/s1600-h/DSC00716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SynSlxLHpDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/q9d8FumDUxA/s400/DSC00716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416091573186700338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SynSe2zxdjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wv6VH6sPMLI/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SynSe2zxdjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wv6VH6sPMLI/s400/DSC00719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416091454440306226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SynS4FRd3dI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XW75VB_Vmqc/s1600-h/DSC00729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SynS4FRd3dI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XW75VB_Vmqc/s400/DSC00729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416091887819677138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;let me show you how my gaming gears look like in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SynYTAGZELI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sqNh-cj_yvA/s1600-h/DSC00736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SynYTAGZELI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sqNh-cj_yvA/s400/DSC00736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416097847845654706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;even the mousepad is free by digi T.T and the headset cushion is shredded into smithereens by none other ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SynYqRSnQxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/aSuxW6gpSaM/s1600-h/DSC00737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SynYqRSnQxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/aSuxW6gpSaM/s400/DSC00737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416098247597310738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look no sponge on it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SynZB68n54I/AAAAAAAAAGw/0Y0exsIIl6Q/s1600-h/DSC00733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SynZB68n54I/AAAAAAAAAGw/0Y0exsIIl6Q/s400/DSC00733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416098653916358530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after upgrade XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SynZQzRkGKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5PJo_nlYMWg/s1600-h/DSC00739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SynZQzRkGKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5PJo_nlYMWg/s400/DSC00739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416098909554743458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gears posing for the camera HAHaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-640165067265635956?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/640165067265635956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-gear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/640165067265635956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/640165067265635956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-gear.html' title='NEW Gear'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SynStMkahDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jEdgpB4KIes/s72-c/DSC00727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-3535690898391041972</id><published>2009-11-26T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:56:30.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To go or not to go</title><content type='html'>Just for the records i skipped cny one too many times now , i cant spend quality time swindling peers out of blackjack like i used to . Mummy and daddy was nagging me  like if i dont go i wont be able to go anymore with them next time blah blahh yada yada yada ~~~ they planned to go to china AGAIN next year.. ok im a male teenager , with only skin and bones and i'm not a big fan of cold wheathers. I would have to wear up to 4-5 layers of thermal shirts , cloaks and whatnot , very uncomfortable u Know T.T and its killing me . Here are some of the pictures from those painful memories&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/Sw6ByXVH2xI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XPTge6TVo5s/s1600/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SxDVyyYYXHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7t0szVGA3GI/s1600/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SxDVyyYYXHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7t0szVGA3GI/s400/IMG_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409058220966173810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SxDWD8YZ0NI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fsZYZ7c9c4M/s1600/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SxDWD8YZ0NI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fsZYZ7c9c4M/s400/IMG_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409058515708399826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;australia writte on my shirt and im in china wtf&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SxDWlDdcmDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oVVZc9wkNT8/s1600/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SxDWlDdcmDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oVVZc9wkNT8/s400/IMG_0118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409059084544284722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thank you china for messing up english and confusing me .REally imba english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SxDXGxPe4TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/d3Md1huTuVI/s1600/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SxDXGxPe4TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/d3Md1huTuVI/s400/IMG_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409059663769428274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey wadayounoe im the tallest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/Sw6ELM--s6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/0-ntPnqof6U/s1600/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/Sw6ELM--s6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/0-ntPnqof6U/s200/IMG_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408405530517353378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we look fine and warm right? the truth is its freezing cold there seee how we tried to carve a smile?&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on , i dont wanna spend my cny peeing ice and eating nothing but chinese food blechhhh* the temperature there drop to below 0 degree celcius!&lt;br /&gt;IT KEELS SPERMS!!&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe not but i dont wanna go , its so cold its giving me lipcracks and it fugging hurts .&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side , if i do go , its all expenses paid and its a shopping mecca there right ?&lt;br /&gt;Shoes bags shirts and ecspecially socks .( i never wash my socks, i threw them away)&lt;br /&gt;sigh but the question still lingers, CHINA OR SINGAPORE NEXT YEAR&lt;br /&gt;p.s(last edited on 28..11..09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-3535690898391041972?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3535690898391041972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-go-or-not-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/3535690898391041972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/3535690898391041972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-go-or-not-to-go.html' title='To go or not to go'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SxDVyyYYXHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7t0szVGA3GI/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-214205942213356551</id><published>2009-11-25T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T04:24:18.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be the perfect girlfriend</title><content type='html'>Since man ran naked on earth for several thousand of years, he has changed very little.Yes man produced fire, built the pyramid, and walked the moon , but his needs havent changed for thousands of years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD&lt;br /&gt;BEER&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how is this compatible with your sophisticated modern life? With a few single tips u can be a perfect girlfriend, which would make him want to be a perfect boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1) Relax your standards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a perfect girlfriend is not a plastic doll, while you should endeavor to maintain your feminity,once in a while let your guard down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Dress up&lt;br /&gt;-Dress up to occasions, dont turn up to movies in your pj. You dont want to reek of your blanket smell in the theater. Dress up decently let him be proud of you. We know its not practical all the time to wear heels eg; beach, carwash, sporting events. But if you dress up he will appreciate it and you will feel more attractive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Massage his ego&lt;br /&gt;-Remember the males ego is as fragile as glass. Make your boyfriend feel good about himself even if he is getting in your way. Let him be useful and tell him he is great!&lt;br /&gt;Don't nag him into submission, as there is nothing sexy about a man that is forced into a corner . You know the bed is not made properly ,but congratulate him for his efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Feed him&lt;br /&gt;-Like it or not the old saying is true, the way to  men heart is through his stomach.You dont have to cook, but make sure your local take away is on speed-dial.Remember when your boyfriend is hungry, his attention will switch from you to the fridge. Dont take it personally , its primal. Symptoms of hunger to look out for is grumpiness , slightly flared nostril . If he gets like this dont suggest salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Give him space&lt;br /&gt;-A man friends is important to him,so is his ability to spend time with them,where he will do male activity like growling , fighting and measuring things.Allow him space for his friends. Let him roam and when is he is ready to come back he will spend quality time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Listen to him&lt;br /&gt;-Men enjoy explaining things. Tellling you the mechanics of automobiles , or why sean connery makes the best bond. Even he is being really boring let him have his air time . When he shuts up he will be the most loving boyfriend and will appreciate you for listening to his bullshits even if he know you werent really listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-214205942213356551?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/214205942213356551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-be-perfect-girlfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/214205942213356551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/214205942213356551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-be-perfect-girlfriend.html' title='How to be the perfect girlfriend'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-8102343229492826964</id><published>2009-11-12T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T04:53:03.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptation got the best of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                           I was sitting behind a counter top, and suddenly a weird feeling got to me. I hear voices in my head calling my name.All this emotion bottled up inside of me burst, and i finally made the decision.I'm buying That lycosa. The lycosa was talking to me speaking to me in keyboard language only i could understand ,i was awestruck and i was overwhelmed by the temptation. I wish i could have fought back. But the temptation was too great. I got the money so why not right ? RIGHT? so i did i withdrew 300 and bought it straight away YAY. its so cool it has a WASD BACKLIGHT WTF... AWESOME.It also come with stickers which i will stick it on my laptop next time, It is macro programable meaning to say i can assign any shortcut keys for it weeeee...it has a touch panel for easy shortcut to next my songs.Its pretty awesome and the keys on it has blue illuminating lights which u can turn it on when ur playing in the dark .AWESOME It also has a build in sound/mic jack at the back and a usb port . GOOOO GGAAA GOOO GAAA drools*  Now salmosa and goliathus is no more lonely. The new addition into my Razer family is almost complete now the only thing missing is my headset heeee ok let me show you how that sexy bastard looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SvwE6U-C4uI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_Dv_VB14R0k/s1600-h/img_28581_razer-lycosa_450x360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SvwE6U-C4uI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_Dv_VB14R0k/s200/img_28581_razer-lycosa_450x360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403199053045621474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is a tease isnt she &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-8102343229492826964?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8102343229492826964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/11/temptation-got-best-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/8102343229492826964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/8102343229492826964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/11/temptation-got-best-of-me.html' title='Temptation got the best of me'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SvwE6U-C4uI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_Dv_VB14R0k/s72-c/img_28581_razer-lycosa_450x360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-6355936104883968778</id><published>2009-11-09T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:03:18.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy is fainéant</title><content type='html'>As i open my eyes , i was greeted by a shimmering light,the sun beam is hitting down on me and i realized i was late.Then and there i heard someone honking on the horn,followed by a loud roar. JASON !!!! ARE YOU NOT GOING TO WORK AGAIN.My eldest sister was suppose to send me to work came in and shouted at me at the top of her lungs. Feeling guilty i hid myself under the blanket pretending to asleep. Mum and pops is away for vacation. Truth be told i stayed up whole night watching nat geo. Truth be told i only catch an eye shut at 6 in the morning wtf and my alarm rang at 630 double wtf. Right now i'm greeted with this unpleasant anxiety,i've been skipping work one to many times this month,What would be my salary next month? Sigh....Mum's coming back tonight i wont be able to stay up late playing games anymore. And wont be able to skip work like i used to anymore.I wish i was impaired so i don have to go work wtf. No i dont want to be impaired.Utterly disappointed at myself =( if there is and Ctr+alt+delete button on my body i will end task laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SvkBSfkIAZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eWASLD4_s4Q/s1600-h/Ctr_alt_del-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SvkBSfkIAZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eWASLD4_s4Q/s200/Ctr_alt_del-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402350645229912466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah check out the song on the side &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; its pretty nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-6355936104883968778?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6355936104883968778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-i-open-my-eyes-i-was-greeted-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/6355936104883968778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/6355936104883968778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-i-open-my-eyes-i-was-greeted-by.html' title='Lazy is fainéant'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SvkBSfkIAZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eWASLD4_s4Q/s72-c/Ctr_alt_del-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-1103217178094047349</id><published>2009-11-09T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:47:46.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess whos back</title><content type='html'>Pardon me for this untimely update,as you guys has already noticed my blog url has been changed, courtesy from an unknown loser who deliberately phucked up my online social accounts, and my old blog has been freeze.Well whoever you are , you may be a keyboard warrior or spidershit whatnot go get a life. You may have owned me in cyberspace ,try owning me in real life, lets see whos getting a bitch slap. I have a few suspect in my mind already. You better not be from ibs (i become stupid) you son of a bitch. nuff said about this loser.I really have to say thank you to that special someone who helped me get my cyber life back on track, Thanks alot !!!!!!!!!!( you know who you are) though you are mean to me all the time . &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-1103217178094047349?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1103217178094047349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-whos-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1103217178094047349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1103217178094047349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess whos back'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-736796672581431175</id><published>2009-10-21T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd intake for gf application</title><content type='html'>I would like to bring to your attention that my gf application post is not really a hit on the girl, cause no one applied ,( that is not totally true ) perhaps my incentive isnt attractive enough or maybe my requirements is too specific and it scared the girls away i.e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Girl A : ooo i think i can try out to apply *continue reading* , ok never mind fuck that faggot im 55  he says he want 18-22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Girl B : hmmm i think i could give it a try *digging my blog* , forget it i only ditched one guy b4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Girl C : I got all the requirements needed =) so i think i will apply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 mins later girl C was rejected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl C : Damn i know that guy ! And i dated him b4 FML T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok on this 2nd attempt to score a girl or 2 , i decided to lower down the specs of the designated future gf.I decided to even raise the incentives and be more generous with my outings with them so Mall visits at MY expenses . But don worry Now the application will have a wider range and is more open =) Good luck !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applications are invited for the following requirement. The package and incentives are mentioned below:&lt;br /&gt;Designation :&lt;br /&gt;Junior , Middle age , Senior citizens ( if your husband died and you are look for a stable man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience :&lt;br /&gt;Not neccessary to have ditched 2 guys , I don mind freshies , I don mind Seasoned folks too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requirement :&lt;br /&gt;Must have a good sense of humour,( meaning laugh at every single joke i crack)&lt;br /&gt;A pair of working eyes ,&lt;br /&gt;A pair of working hands,&lt;br /&gt;A pair of  working legs&lt;br /&gt;Must have a dedicated heart to be my full time girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;At least do some homework before applying ( must noe a thing or 2 of my pass)&lt;br /&gt;Its important to be well versed in english ( if you are ah lian, consider taking IELTS b4 you send in your resume)&lt;br /&gt;A list of history of pass r/s ( attach it to your resume) reason for break ups&lt;br /&gt;If you are recomended by others you stand a good chance to be accepted&lt;br /&gt;A talent session will be conducted during the interview i.e (singing, dancing,cracking jokes,imitating disney characters voice,Poem reading ...etc etc)&lt;br /&gt;Able to do street bargaining , and fights if required&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IMPORTANT  NOTICE: senior citizen  that  are handicapped or have any cronical illness are not eligible to apply .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perks and incentives:&lt;br /&gt;Total( monthly) gross of : rm 500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• 2 gifts worth not exceeding rm 1500/-(no precious metals, stones)&lt;br /&gt;• bike rides each duration 3 hour( used to be 2)&lt;br /&gt;• trips to Lambir National Park ( monthly routine to check out polar bears and utans) Hot*&lt;br /&gt;• 5 Trips to City fan / Bulatan park ( Now fishing rods are included in this package) new*&lt;br /&gt;. Desserts at a regular gap of 2.5 days ( Good behaviour will have more rewards)&lt;br /&gt;• Daily allowance Not reaching RM30&lt;br /&gt;• 2 movies per month (on weekends)&lt;br /&gt;• Visits to Bintang Shopping Mall and Boulevard every weekend (On &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; own expense)&lt;br /&gt;APair of Jeans or T-shirts (levis)according to demand will be gifted, subjectto finance availability and to the size available with the shopkeeper.&lt;br /&gt;Net Deductions (Monthly): Affair Fund and un-professional taxes will be charge ( or worse terminated)&lt;br /&gt;The probation period is 1 month, after which confirmation will be Promoted to fulltime Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Important Notice : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The 5 finalist will be eligible to compete for the position &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wife&lt;/span&gt; and carries the title &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MRs Chua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry! Special offer will be given for the first 5 applicants and its on FCFS basis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;p/s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;pls take note , there is a strict code for the resume format , pls be inform that a proper format is required , Things like address , phone number , passport size picture , skills , experiences, guys u worked for , qualifications, certificates, failing to meet this requirements will result in rejection. Credits will be given to those who provide more than what is needed and a proper format&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email :jason_biteme@Gfsearch.com&lt;br /&gt;Office number :085-433222&lt;br /&gt;Fax : 085-433222&lt;br /&gt;Hp : 014-768-2515&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Please submit your resume before 18/11/2030&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-736796672581431175?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/736796672581431175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/10/2nd-intake-for-gf-application.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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pull in a wash room</title><content type='html'>Step 1&lt;br /&gt;Buy urself a pack of ferero rocher&lt;br /&gt;step 2&lt;br /&gt;stalk anyone that goes in the bath room to do number 2&lt;br /&gt;step 3&lt;br /&gt;go to the cubicle next to him&lt;br /&gt;Step 4&lt;br /&gt;mash up the chocolate bar in ur hand&lt;br /&gt;Step 5&lt;br /&gt;And u stick ur hand to the bottom side of the wall and say&lt;br /&gt;'' scuse me can u pass me some toilet papper over there ''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-348086223782033429?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/348086223782033429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/10/prank-u-can-pull-in-wash-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/348086223782033429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/348086223782033429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/10/prank-u-can-pull-in-wash-room.html' title='prank u can pull in a wash room'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-5391694329093447727</id><published>2009-10-18T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 step forth few steps back</title><content type='html'>Today i have a few agenda to attend to&lt;br /&gt;1) sit for my law test&lt;br /&gt;2) open a public bank account  &lt;br /&gt;3) make an appointment or check my teeth right away with dr baru&lt;br /&gt;*but things din go my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on msn this morning and b4 i went to myEG i was chatting with crys,when i bade goodbye to her and she said this b4 i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;jas: wish me luck alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;crystea: i hope u fail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;crystea: i like to go against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;jas : oh okay wish me fail den &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;crystea: oh ok i hope u fail jas so u can sit for it right away  and i hope u fail it again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st agenda&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to Myeg for my law test, on the way i was bullshitting things like , " mum i think those ppl who cant pass their law test are really fcked up '' My mum gave me an irritated face, '' boyyy u know , you are always overconfident and u like to look down on others '' blah blah blahh~~~ don u dare fail boy if u do u will be the first in the family to actually fail law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the side note : my mum actually pass her law and got her license but she dont know how to drive @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in myEg and sat there waiting for my turn , and suddenly my ah beng jay chou message ring tone came into play. Who was it i wonder lol, it was jeremy and this is wat he has to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;jeremy : watsup man gambateh ...haha..dunt lose my face man u must pass man ...later u&lt;/span&gt; become like me if not passs ...got bass waiting for us hahah yamatehhh ( wtf) haaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jason : how the heck did u noe but anyway thanks lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;jeremy : If not pass blow job the jpj guy ... hahah kasi song u punya pensil biar got song ma ... comfirm pass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jason : wtf !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 mins later ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked out the of the computer room knowing i passed.it went smoothly without a hitch.alot is actually running through my mind How am i suppose to tell this to mum , and wat catchy phrase should i say ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;People who cant pass their law is retarded?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;People who cant pass their law doesnt even need to drive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;People who cant pass their law are really hopeless? hehehe stupid ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;very mean hor * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am a modest guy , so i kept the thought to myself, i Got a freaking 45 TT was expecting 50 actuaally but anyway fuck it 45 would do .. i don give 2 shits anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats agenda number 1 done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd agenda&lt;br /&gt;is where i was suppose to open a public bank account for my freaking salary ...so i waited in line to withdraw 250 ..waited again in line for someone to attend to my bank thingy ...i waited for 40 mins just to hear '' urm sorry today our system is down so there is no way we can open up an account for u , can u come again tomoro , FML ! so i left without saying a word. I went to another PUBE BANK and luckily this time the line is short , i went in and the next in line is me. So i gave the girl my Ic and i saw the most unpleasant scene ever, she have residue of cookies on the side of her mouth and i cant bare to look at her ewww, but it was funny to see hw the residue moves when her lips move it moves with it , haha . She tried her best to scan the freaking gold chip on my ic, but to no avail, Rub , scan , rub rub , Scan FAILED..as much as i dont like to show other ppl my Ic , i also hate that i have to bring my passport as supporting evidence that the '' Vietnamese " looking guy on the ic is me . Just for kicks . And so i left once again without saying a word. so i guess i wont be able to open an account today. CIBAI THE PUBE BANK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd agenda&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to meet up with a dentist, and so i went to the clinic with my mum. Its pretty rundowned actually . have u ever heard of Doctor baru? yeah my friend introduced me to him krismin.He got his teeeth fix there . And so i went in and no one is behind the counter. I peeked behind and saw 2 giggling nurse came out. I was like ermmm '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;me : i want to make an appointment with the dr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;nurse : ok when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;me : next monday 1030 would do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;nurse : write ur name down and contact number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;nurse : wait wait wait hold on wat do u want the doctor to do for u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;me : i want to see if i can make braces for my teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;both nurse : ( laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;me : ( wtf wats so funny abt that )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;urse : our doctor stopped the practicing braces for patients because he want to retire edi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;me : wtf!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;walked out the clinic*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in the car i realised that , things that are out of my control doesnt go my way today , and yeah so i passed my law ( which is a good thing) but i failed to make my bank account and appointment with my doctor..And as much as i want to listen to engine ( wtf listen to engine sound) this saturday , i cant because according to the bitch in myEG apparently its a PUBE holiday this satuday , kaninah @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went back home , after all that shiets i realised i couldnt take any steps back again. I cleaned my room and wash my clothes and realised something&lt;br /&gt;I lost 4-5 of my favourite underwears fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if its in my dads wardrobe , or the freaking maid stole it and bring it back to indon so she can wear it on her head while she sleeps Wtf !?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;ok enough set backs today im out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-5391694329093447727?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5391694329093447727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-step-forth-few-steps-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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salmosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/StLmNNX5ycI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WFbQqo-zPyQ/s1600-h/2942203769_3d49bd76aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/StLmNNX5ycI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WFbQqo-zPyQ/s200/2942203769_3d49bd76aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391624818518510018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;isnt she just cute sitting on goliatthus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i bought a new mouse and her name is salmosa&lt;br /&gt;trashed the old one because she stop loving me&lt;br /&gt;she failed me in game&lt;br /&gt;but now here comes salmosa&lt;br /&gt;she is my new found love&lt;br /&gt;she is sexier then the old one&lt;br /&gt;she accompany through out the night and never complain&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt need to be fed&lt;br /&gt;awhhh isnt she cute??&lt;br /&gt;she is always making clicking sounds&lt;br /&gt;she is my new companion and i don need anyone else&lt;br /&gt;her movement is so fluid that i can nt see myself using other mouse&lt;br /&gt;oh salmosa&lt;br /&gt;i love u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-1322338465257474598?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1322338465257474598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-always-long-for-u-dear-salmosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1322338465257474598'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-1381483596567095431</id><published>2009-10-10T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I knew i couldnt keep you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I knew we werent even meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You used back the very same reason i broke up with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Truth be told ,Im falling apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not because you decided to kick it with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its because it hurts so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When i reminisce the sweet memories we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It doesnt really mean a thing to me back then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now it meant alot to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I did my very best but it doesnt help at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Since you dont even care about me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I will let you go gently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now we are back to back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And we start taking 10 steps away from each other without looking back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You turned back at me and realised i did not move at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And i will whisper go.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-1381483596567095431?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1381483596567095431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/10/go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1381483596567095431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1381483596567095431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/10/go.html' title='Go'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-213094307067716791</id><published>2009-10-08T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed ridden for you..</title><content type='html'>Maybe is you i couldnt live without&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i am love drunk&lt;br /&gt;Never know when i will be sober&lt;br /&gt;But all i know is that im still hung over&lt;br /&gt;You are so contagious yet addictive&lt;br /&gt;Just one sip will make me sick&lt;br /&gt;These feelings that i kept blocking myself from &lt;br /&gt;Is giving me a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;carpal tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It finally gave in &lt;br /&gt;I couldnt hold it any much longer&lt;br /&gt;Im sick and bed ridden &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we should trade shoes &lt;br /&gt;Fit my shoes ,just to see whats its like to be me&lt;br /&gt;What size u wear? i wear 8 &lt;br /&gt;Lets see if u can fit your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-213094307067716791?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/213094307067716791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/10/bed-ridden-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/213094307067716791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/213094307067716791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/10/bed-ridden-for-you.html' title='Bed ridden for you..'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-1847856328681955676</id><published>2009-10-05T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to be cool attempt number 1</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the untimely update.Been busy the whole week working FmL.I went to a saloon today and got my new hair cut and guess what? i turn out to be what im afraid to be.I dyed my hair and shave the left side of my head and left my right side burn untouched..and i dyed it dark brown/purplish..first i was like oh ok that would SOUND nice cool innovative idea i've never tried a crazy hair cut so i thought i might give it a try,the end result of my irrational action , i looked like a complete hooligan.FML  &lt;br /&gt;I look like a fucking ah beng now FUCK U KELVIN SALOOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;I think i might try out leather bell bottom pants with a comb sticking out at the back red shirt with dragon on it and a leather sling bag and top it off with my new hair cut .hehe ah beng wanabe &lt;br /&gt;* cipai ni zao ta a ni wo shi pink men de!!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-1847856328681955676?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-3810799803006634960</id><published>2009-09-18T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On nerds</title><content type='html'>Nerds.We've all heard abt em,hate em, love em, they just cant stop to put a smile on my face.Often stereotyped as the ones who pursues higher intellectual and anti social.The stereotypical nerd is intelligent but socially and physically awkward.There are more nerds in miri then you think.Open your eyes wide enough and you will realised that 2/10 people you see walking around are in fact NERDS.&lt;br /&gt;Theres a few type of nerds.Pervy nerds,faggot nerds,hot nerds,bitchy nerds,rich nerds,and stupid nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?!?!??!!? stupid nerds X0X0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah there are some nerds out there are in fact stupid.Lawl.Some nerds show a pronounced interest in subjects which other tend to find dull and complex hard and difficult to comprehend.On the opposite spectrum , nerds may share common interest with their nerd friends ; playing cards,comic books,collecting sci fi action figurin and is viewed as immature.Nerds are often potrayed as unfit and either obese or ridicoulously thin and pale(girl readers note that they dont look like edward cullen,not even close) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often look down on nerds , but heck they are the backbone of the country . Ask yourself how many nerdy friends do u have  ? Do you see yourself having a brighther future than them? No! But seriously look at Bill Gates , everyone was in dos mode before he introduce Windows. (why windows nt why not doors).Another example ,just look at steve jobs,the touchscreen thingy u use to call your friends ,that small lil juke box u beg and cry for .yeah u noe wat i mean ,iphone,steve jobs made it for u.See if you ever look down on nerds again or discriminate against them, throw your iphone and smash your computer. So after reading this post i hope u all out there could show em some love ,give em a hug , give em a blow... ok thats enough &lt;br /&gt;Leave me a comment or 2 cause they will carve a smile on my face =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s ( im not a nerd but ill slap one if i see one winks*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-3810799803006634960?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3810799803006634960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-nerds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/3810799803006634960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/3810799803006634960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-nerds.html' title='On nerds'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-7476966451986091613</id><published>2009-09-17T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Application for a Girlfriend ( females only)</title><content type='html'>Due to recession, I sacked my Girlfriend (part of my cost cutting efforts) I need new one, so pass on this information to your female friends...please this is urgent (females only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applications are invited for the following post. The package and incentives are mentioned below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designation : Junior girl friend (trainee)&lt;br /&gt;Experience : Must have ditched at least 2 guys (Fresher with excellent credentials will be considered)&lt;br /&gt;Other requirement : Should have the Potential to do street bargaining and fight if required..&lt;br /&gt;Age:18-23 (if the individual is too good looking but not in the age group can also apply, special consideration will be undertaken for them)&lt;br /&gt;Height, weight, complexions no bar, but is subjective.&lt;br /&gt;Perks and incentives:&lt;br /&gt;Total gross ( Monthly ) :&lt;br /&gt;• 2 gifts worth not exceeding rm 1000/-(no precious metals, stones)&lt;br /&gt;• bike rides each duration 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;• trips to Lambir National Park&lt;br /&gt;• 5 Trips to City fan / Bulatan park&lt;br /&gt;. Desserts at a regular gap of 3 days&lt;br /&gt;• Daily Provision of Samosa/Bread Pakoda/Bhel worth rm10 /-&lt;br /&gt;• 2 movies per month (on weekends)&lt;br /&gt;• Visits to Bintang Shopping Mall and Boulevard every weekend (On your own expense)&lt;br /&gt;APair of Jeans or T-shirts according to demand will be gifted, subjectto finance availability and to the size available with the shopkeeper.&lt;br /&gt;Net Deductions (Monthly): Affair Fund and un-professional taxes will be informed on joining&lt;br /&gt;The probation period is 6 months, after which confirmation (will be Promoted to fulltime Girlfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Only females.&lt;br /&gt;2. Girls who left in the last 2 months need not apply.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ex-girlfriends will be eligible only if they agree to the above mentioned conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more:&lt;br /&gt;For girls who are not eligible, can take advantage of the referral program by referring their friends, colleagues etc.&lt;br /&gt;Candle light or Tube light dinner will be given on every referral, even if candidate is not selected. &lt;br /&gt;Search never ends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested candidates can send their resume with&lt;br /&gt;Subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name/fresher- exp/age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo must be in attachment to the email address via mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Applications without photo will be rejected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-7476966451986091613?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7476966451986091613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/application-for-girlfriend-females-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/7476966451986091613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/7476966451986091613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/application-for-girlfriend-females-only.html' title='Application for a Girlfriend ( females only)'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-1048647519121072492</id><published>2009-09-14T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On ah bengs</title><content type='html'>Ah bengs are as i said in the other post is the male counterpart of Ah lians.And its also a stereotype to chinese males in their late 20s and can only be found in south east asia ( malaysia and singapore).Ah bengs are often related to crimes,overly dyed hair (over and over again and over again), and funky fashion only god knows what their thinking.Nyways move on to the main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah bengs can often be found in shopping mall holding their countepart ah lians hand bag   on the left and a ciggarette on the right.Like ah lians they also like to take self potrait pictures and post it up on either friendster or facebook etc etc you got the point.Unlike normal everage joe, their overly "zhenged" car cant even speedbumps because its too low.They indulge in outdated japanese fashion and is not shy to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah bengs have a very distinctive slang.If you walk around in the mall and suddenly you hear a loud voice from the back you can bet your money on an AH beng speaking on the phone.Its a very easy way to pick up.They would mix english and mandarin (or other related chinese langguage) and often vulgarities in their daily speech.Ah Bengs are normally found gathering in the busier and more developed cities in the region. Ah Bengs normally comes from Chinese villages or Chinese dominated communities in cities. Ah Bengs typically come from lower class or middle class families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Bengs' fashion come in several stereotypes. One stereotype perceives Ah Bengs wearing flamboyant shirts, for example, with colorful decorations especially dragons, tight jeans and always carrying plastic combs. Another stereotype perceives Ah Bengs trying to follow Japanese fashion, with spiked and dyed hair, metallic ornaments, leather jackets, belts and pants.Luckily i am not into any of those shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a girl and  you see anyone or any guy that matches all of the above in boulevard or bintang mall stay away from him because who knows he might come out to you and say ''my friend wants your number '' LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-1048647519121072492?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1048647519121072492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-ah-bengs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1048647519121072492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1048647519121072492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-ah-bengs.html' title='On ah bengs'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-4349500144462327299</id><published>2009-09-14T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On ah lians</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I was browsing throught the net and i stumbled across AAL blog. Basicly its about ah lians.Its critics on ah lians. Judging from the langguage and slang i could think of none other than singaporeans and assuming they are still teenagers or college students.Im actually baffled the fact that they got the time in the world to actually pick up the flaws of ah lians and blog about it.But anyway lets get going with the main point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ah lians, definition of ah lians, hmm let me see... if you look around  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1.polite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2.decently dressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3.single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4.smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;5.well versed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Above are things that you will NOT find in ah lians. Its funny how they like to squeeze alot of alphabets into a word and twit it around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;qqqoinnggggg , yyews,mmmeaiiisss,trsuut, qqort, fiqurrinqqq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;just to name a few twisted words , care to dechiper wat they mean?     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;going , you me , trust ,got , figuring &lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ah lians are stereotyped as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;anti-intelectuall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;superficial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;materialistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;shallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ah Lians are commonly stereotyped as having hair dyed in gaudy and bright colours, and wearing fashion mimicking hip-hop culture, or outdated Japanese fashion, although how much of this is true is debatable. Most Ah Lians wear fashions that are outdated and have straightened hair, usually with thick fringes. They love to take self- portraits and imitate the way Japanese girls take their pictures, making their eyes look big and puffing out their cheeks. They also take pictures by putting a horizontal 'Peace sign' over their eyes, pressing a fist facing outwards against their puffed cheek. They also apply a very sharp tone in their speech which they classify as "cute". Another distinct feature of an Ah Lian is they swear in most of their conversations just like Ah Bengs. Much like their male counterparts - that is-, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ah_Beng" title="Ah Beng"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ah bengs .Ah Lians are also thought of as being excessively flashy and show-offs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Ah Lian "culture" is especially prevalent in the secular Chinese educational system schools, typified by their frequent appearance in cliques with (their male counter parts ah bengs.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ah Lians commonly speak a kind of hybrid mix of &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;singlish or manglish&lt;/span&gt; and Chinese, or Chinese-related dialects. It is also common for the grammar from these dialects to cross over to English usage, creating English phrases with Chinese grammar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ah Lians are stereotyped as very loose, sleeping with anyone of any race, age, and social status.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-4349500144462327299?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4349500144462327299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-ah-lians.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/4349500144462327299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/4349500144462327299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-ah-lians.html' title='On ah lians'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-5889459355502701351</id><published>2009-09-14T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On gay people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/Sq4QQMab2MI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7NpBNRaGtJs/s1600-h/med_gallery_26393_40_24965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/Sq4QQMab2MI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7NpBNRaGtJs/s200/med_gallery_26393_40_24965.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381256475150375106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people say gay...it pisses me off not because im gay..when people say ''thats so gay''.Its not like the word ''gay'' is an adjective. Ok when you saw a faggot in the class room, what pops out in your mind first?? Thats right , thats exactly what your thinking '' my god is he gay?'' well that happens to me once. I know i sound hypocritical now but heck who doesnt ? But you know what i hate most? People actually say;s that they love gay ppl. Isnt that a lil bit too contradicting because they use the word ''GAy'' everytime .When you speak of something negative , you are sending a negative &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/admin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/admin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;connotation&lt;/span&gt;  i mean like let me give you an example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straight : you know wat i like gay people, that make me feel comfortable around them because i don feel like they are staring at my boobs all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gay : do you want me to stare at your boobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straight : ewww thats so gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People need to acknowledge the fact that gay people isnt born to be gay. They choose their sexual orientation that suit them the best.Ok let us just say that everyone on earth is homosexual, and just imagine if they saw straight people.'' OMG THATS SO STRAIGHT" You get wat i mean.Wouldnt that be a lil bit weird. Ok this is getting a lil bit awkward . Why am i blogging about gay ppl ? am i turning gay? wtf  haha relax i aint turning gay because i just turned single i still love pinkies HAHAHA Fuck you guys and i love you .. omg i sounded so gay ( maybe i am ) ok fuck it im out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-5889459355502701351?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5889459355502701351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-gay-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/5889459355502701351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/5889459355502701351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-gay-people.html' title='On gay people'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/Sq4QQMab2MI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7NpBNRaGtJs/s72-c/med_gallery_26393_40_24965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-5110253410923255088</id><published>2009-09-12T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bading goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As i bade goodbye to you , i wasnt expect you to come back to me.Everytime you look me in the eye i can feel that you don feel belong.Whenever my lips reach yours,i felt throughly different,though its sweet but its not it.We never do anything wrong but it has to come down to this,you chose to be alone.Im sitting here wondering wat are you doing and its already 1.11am sunday.You might be else where partying off.I told you that if you chose your path , you can never turn back on the cross road because till then it will be all too late.Too late , too late to regret the path not taken.A lovers heart is like a china , once broken you can never mend it back to one perfect piece.I once pondered if i should wait and suffer a great disappointment in the end or should i move on and perhaps do well alone without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've decided to move on without you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;like you did ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-5110253410923255088?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5110253410923255088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/bading-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/5110253410923255088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/5110253410923255088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/bading-goodbye.html' title='Bading goodbye'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-3026062054384683342</id><published>2009-09-11T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utterly dejected....</title><content type='html'>You are the one who said it was impossible&lt;br /&gt;You are the one who never feel what i feel&lt;br /&gt;All the things you said&lt;br /&gt;All the things you do&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like i lost my soul&lt;br /&gt;You are one who nodded&lt;br /&gt;Words are mere words&lt;br /&gt;But its you are the one who said the feeling is gone&lt;br /&gt;Thats the deal breaker for me&lt;br /&gt;We couldnt be together anymore now that we cant even communicate&lt;br /&gt;I never hated you&lt;br /&gt;But now i loath you&lt;br /&gt;Because you made me feel utterly dejected&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-3026062054384683342?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3026062054384683342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/utterly-dejected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/3026062054384683342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/3026062054384683342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/utterly-dejected.html' title='Utterly dejected....'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-1051869106281041100</id><published>2009-09-09T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one can measure the depth of love;till the Hour of separation.</title><content type='html'>When i listen to the songs you sent me,when i remember how we used to belong to each other,when we share the same cup,when we share the same commitment,the same love.&lt;br /&gt;I've always been the best ears,and you have always been the best companion.You are like the ice-cream and im the cone.But till that day,everything is gone, and i realised i've made a mistake.Timberland says it best, its too late to apologize. Your ice cream melted and my cone wilted.For the first day i couldnt fathom wat had just happen.Every word you've said,it made my heart shattered to a million pieces that i could go through a needle head.Thats when i realised i loved you. Thanks to you im a changed man, i will appreciate whoever next. thanks for the memories even it wasnt so great. Bend me to hard and i will break. You pushed me to the verge of breaking point.And you broke it.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am now broken because of you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-1051869106281041100?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1051869106281041100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-one-can-measure-depth-of-lovetill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1051869106281041100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1051869106281041100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-one-can-measure-depth-of-lovetill.html' title='No one can measure the depth of love;till the Hour of separation.'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-2504986313768977621</id><published>2009-09-06T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML MOMENTS !</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5076541"&gt;Today, I broke up with the girl I'd been dating for two months because she started smoking.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5076541"&gt; This is a deal breaker for me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5076541"&gt; I just found out from her friend that she started smoking for the sole purpose of getting me to break it off and now plans to quit.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5076541"&gt; FML&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/5074855"&gt;Today, trying to be sexy I was sucking on my boyfriends fingers.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/5074855"&gt; I was really starting to turn him on, when I noticed something crunchy in my mouth.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/5074855"&gt; Turns out, he went digging for treasure up his nose earlier.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/5074855"&gt; I found the treasure in my mouth.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/5074855"&gt; FML&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5072938"&gt;Today I saw a girl I haven't seen in 4 years.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5072938"&gt; She used to like me back then.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5072938"&gt; Since then I have lost 50 pounds, and never had the confidence to ask her out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5072938"&gt; She said I looked really sexy so I decided to ask her out on a date then and there.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5072938"&gt; She said no, she only likes fat guys.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5072938"&gt; FML&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5036468"&gt;Today, I called my girlfriend's parent to ask for her hand in marriage.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5036468"&gt; They were shocked and told me that they would have to refuse.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5036468"&gt; Apparently my girlfriend had told them last week that she had met someone new at work and didn't know how to break it off with me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5036468"&gt; FML&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/5035693"&gt;Today, I was talking to my mom about when I have kids.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/5035693"&gt; I told her I may want two or three.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/5035693"&gt; She immediately cut me off and told me to stick to one, and that any more than that will be a burden.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/5035693"&gt; I am the second born child of my family.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/5035693"&gt; FML&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/kids/5035637"&gt;Today, I was babysitting a boy who was 11 years old.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/kids/5035637"&gt; He told me that he loved me and wanted to be my boyfriend.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/kids/5035637"&gt; I told him that I think he is a really great kid but I'm 17 so it would never work out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/kids/5035637"&gt; He said okay.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/kids/5035637"&gt; When his parents came home he told them that I hit him and started crying.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/kids/5035637"&gt; FML&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/work/5033555"&gt;Today, while giving a lecture about gasses to a large chemistry class, I went outside to let loose an unusualy loud fart while they took some notes.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/work/5033555"&gt; I came back in only to see 300 students dying of laughter.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/work/5033555"&gt; I had left the wireless mic on.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/work/5033555"&gt; FML&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5029285"&gt;Today, my girlfriend called me and told me to come to her college, so I did.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5029285"&gt; I was greeted by the campus police who told me to stop harassing her because she no longer wants to be with me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5029285"&gt; Then they told me I was no longer welcome on campus and hereby banned.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5029285"&gt; She used campus police to dump me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5029285"&gt; FML&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/5023089"&gt;Today, my girlfriend reached into my pocket to get my keys so she could get something out of my car.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/5023089"&gt; When she yanked them out, the condom that we just used flew up into the air and landed on the floor in front of her entire family.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/5023089"&gt; FML&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/5022453"&gt;Today, I discovered the guy that sits next to me in class is actually a girl.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/5022453"&gt; Not only is that bad, but we had to write a paper about each other.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/5022453"&gt; I used the words "him" and "he", and read it to the whole class.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/5022453"&gt; FML&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5020137"&gt;Today, I saw my boyfriend after not seeing him for 7 months.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5020137"&gt; During this time I have lost a lot of weight and am proud of it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5020137"&gt; My boyfriend didn't say anything about the lost weight.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5020137"&gt; When we were alone and things started to heat up, he took off my bra and said "I think your tits are smaller.&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5019215"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today, I was visiting my girlfriend's house to meet her parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5019215"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; We were having a nice conversation and her mom then asked "What have you done recently that was great?" I replied without thinking "Your daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5019215"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-2504986313768977621?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2504986313768977621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/fml-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/2504986313768977621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/2504986313768977621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/fml-moments.html' title='FML MOMENTS !'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-3579743924872000655</id><published>2009-08-23T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time machine..</title><content type='html'>Ive abandoned my blog for ages..time to update a lil.Time sure does flies by real fast.God would u look at the date now? its august 2009 already.It felt like i fell down the stairs and got my hair lit on fire just 2 days ago.Are we fast fowarded to the future to an impending doom? HHAHA ok fuck that.Lets take a step back, way back , back into time , form 4 when i had my first girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! there i was sitting there on kindergarten plastic chair, nt really well versed in any langguage, looking at parents sending their lil kids to class,as i turn back saw a really disgusting view, green snort coming out of her nose.What the fuck?! yes my very first friend was a female. We were best friends back then shared the same food and toys,but only to grow up taking diferent route.But heck thats the only thing i could remember back in kindergaten.It really makes u wonder how many friends u've made and lost.Eventhough u've grown up and studied in the same college or Uni u might nt know that some of them is ur childhood friend am i right? Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yall remember the dark blue pinafore short navy blue pants ? Remember how ur parents complaint how smelly u are when u enter the car? Remember all the silly puppy love back when u are in primary school? Rememer how Boys and Girls don mix at all in class? Yeap i remmeber em all.How bias our teachers are to us, how the fat bully get watever they wan,how our mum throw fit at us if we lost our bottle *maybe thats only me because i tend to leave things in school.sigh back in those days we have nth but ourself to care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout when ur 13? Remember how u first discover ur golden pride and jerked it up and down and say god it feels good.How u tell your mum about Ahem ''Mum!! ive been cursed!!! im urinating blooD !! im gonna die " haha maybe thats nt the case but hey thats puberty..the best tymes of our lifes. High school!! scouring for the best looking girl in the school acting cool by sipping ciggarettes.How bell bottom pants is regarded as a must have on the shopping listSkiping class , pulling pranks on the teachers, and sending valentine gifts to girls but just to regarded as ghost when they see u &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.* soowen *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.Remember how your first girlfriend/boyfriend looks like?*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; griselda*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how u tell them that u love them forever and really meant it till today?&lt;br /&gt;Do u remember where u kissed ur gf/bf? the classroom? the corridor? or just by the staircase when no ones looking?*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;karyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha good old days where we are the kings and queens of the school..how we all share the same desk and chair, how lovely it felt when the sea breeze hit our faces.But when reality Smikes us in the face , its isnt that all lovely.the next thing u know u will be hitting 20 next year.Its sure is a roller coaster ride , a ride that ends with ur life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-3579743924872000655?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3579743924872000655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-machine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/3579743924872000655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/3579743924872000655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-machine.html' title='Time machine..'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-5012667982594122937</id><published>2009-08-04T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let someone become your everything, because when they're gone you have nothing!</title><content type='html'>Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;I might sound cruel but falling in love is awfully simple, but falling out of love is simply awful.&lt;br /&gt;I hold it true, whatever befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all'&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.(she is right abt it all along, im still in denial.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-5012667982594122937?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5012667982594122937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/don-let-someone-become-your-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/5012667982594122937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/5012667982594122937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/don-let-someone-become-your-everything.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t let someone become your everything, because when they&amp;#39;re gone you have nothing!'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-3910701783542490009</id><published>2009-05-12T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockstar mum..no more like heavy metal mum</title><content type='html'>have u ever wonder what your mum would look like if she have a mohawk hair..nose ring..and tattoos all over and she likes to smash things up..&lt;br /&gt;well meet my mum...ok maybe she don have the mohawk hair..nose ring and tattoos..but she likes to smash things up..my keyboard especially..she hates me going online and doing wat i do...so last monday...i went out with daniel and friends...and i thought that i should be back early so my mum wouldnt be piss or whatever shit like that...guess what i reached my gate and everyone already went to bed..i called up my sister to open the door for me but she gave me shit ass reasons..so i waited for like 30 fucking minutes while pressing the doorbell but to no avail..really fuck them man.. damn it writing this shit makes me boil because i have to think back and god damn i could really slap someone..so i ran to this malay coffee shop and ask if i can use their phone...i called up everyone in the family...none answer..for a fucking 10 minutes i stand there pressing the dials like a retard in front of everyone...at last my eldest sis picked up her phone..and she is speaking so softly its barely audible..i just scream OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR!.. den i ran back to my house...on the way there my mum called..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mum : where are u&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: on my way back lar! ive been waiting for someone to open the door since 1030&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mum : 1030? are u sure&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: yealah ( wat the fuck? if u are pissed at me to go back at 12 its understandable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mum : (hangs up on me&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran home and continue pressing the doorbell for like 5 mins before my dad finally open the door..my mum was actually awake but she purposely don wan to open the door for me...she blast me for staying out late and nt revising my maths...she got so pissed she grab my keyboard..(here comes) and smashed it to the floor into smithereens..the animosity in the air is felt..she smashed it twice to be sure its completely spoil..she took out a light bulb when she swing it in the air..in my head she turned into this heavy metal mum that smashes her guitar after concert... i picture her with mohawk hair tattoos and etc etc...*smash smash SMASH*.. she went to sleep after that and my dad have to clean up ... the aftermath of the keyboard smashing looks like a warzone ..now since my sister disconnected all the cables..and stash the whole cpu in her room.. well fuck her my mum already smash my keyboard..how am i suppose to do wat i do with my pc..she has to go extra length to make sure i don have the chance to fuck with my pc..damn it i hate her! stupid ox..go suck balls u..slut! fyi ... Im In My School COMPUTER LAB...which is pretty lame!!~~ok fuck u guys im out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-3910701783542490009?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3910701783542490009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/rockstar-mumno-more-like-heavy-metal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/3910701783542490009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/3910701783542490009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/rockstar-mumno-more-like-heavy-metal.html' title='Rockstar mum..no more like heavy metal mum'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-8316058968637934823</id><published>2009-03-01T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey on the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SaqkSTNoCgI/AAAAAAAAACk/wDPhUY29kyQ/s1600-h/monkey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SaqkSTNoCgI/AAAAAAAAACk/wDPhUY29kyQ/s400/monkey1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308235745111575042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SaqkSWYVd-I/AAAAAAAAACs/JORqYE4sdTE/s1600-h/monkey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SaqkSWYVd-I/AAAAAAAAACs/JORqYE4sdTE/s400/monkey2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308235745961801698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SaqkSuFZplI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yarl8vkcamA/s1600-h/pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SaqkSuFZplI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yarl8vkcamA/s400/pose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308235752324834898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;posing for arthur's cam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/Saqk5zbi0PI/AAAAAAAAADE/xYnCMJm-JYM/s1600-h/end+product.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/Saqk5zbi0PI/AAAAAAAAADE/xYnCMJm-JYM/s200/end+product.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308236423774785778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the end product... cant get the bigger version for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-8316058968637934823?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8316058968637934823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/03/monkey-on-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/8316058968637934823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/8316058968637934823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/03/monkey-on-beach.html' title='Monkey on the beach'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SaqkSTNoCgI/AAAAAAAAACk/wDPhUY29kyQ/s72-c/monkey1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-7016933012747211542</id><published>2009-02-20T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SZ5uK88b4HI/AAAAAAAAACM/25UFBJGGS08/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SZ5uK88b4HI/AAAAAAAAACM/25UFBJGGS08/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304798545526382706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SZ5uK8T85uI/AAAAAAAAACE/_DroT5nZato/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SZ5uK8T85uI/AAAAAAAAACE/_DroT5nZato/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304798545356580578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SZ5uK5hnB5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/tUuTKhzgIVo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SZ5uK5hnB5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/tUuTKhzgIVo/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304798544608561042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SZ5uKw1soTI/AAAAAAAAACU/toWZRQFDXxY/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SZ5uKw1soTI/AAAAAAAAACU/toWZRQFDXxY/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304798542276895026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what the fuck are you looking at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SZ5uKzkeYNI/AAAAAAAAACc/AayzTzgJ3lc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SZ5uKzkeYNI/AAAAAAAAACc/AayzTzgJ3lc/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304798543009964242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;act cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-7016933012747211542?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7016933012747211542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-myself-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/7016933012747211542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/7016933012747211542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me, Myself and I'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SZ5uK88b4HI/AAAAAAAAACM/25UFBJGGS08/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-1365964049197964707</id><published>2009-02-13T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her mails</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SZXtFoYI0KI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lt5LnsrEONM/s1600-h/thumbnail.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SZXtFoYI0KI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lt5LnsrEONM/s200/thumbnail.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302404817292415138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Today me and kenaina were late for maths and she decided we shud just skip maths , it was her idea anyway =P , we went to the computer lab and browsing around facebook for our ex lol, i browsed through my mails and i realised that i still keep her mails,i did nt delete it , i read some of it and it felt very nostalgic , i wished i hadnt deleted the earliest mail which like wat 2006? i din realised its been that long already ,its valentines tomorrow, wat will u all be doing dear readers? * excited eyes * its SINGLES aWARENESS DAY YAY! ,i wonder wat will she be doing ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[brief pause]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Will she msg me ? will she call me ? will she even remember me ? sigh* wats with this feeling, phucking emo now.Our Promises,Our commitments,Our rituals, all gone , The most precious possession that ever comes to me in this world is her heart. She is like the cancerous cells of my heart and killing me everyday ,suprisingly i wake up everyday alive without her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SZVI4fa-wmI/AAAAAAAAABk/SwbBT8N4Q7o/s1600-h/3058886551_7a0f1fb299%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302224271643165282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 160px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SZVI4fa-wmI/AAAAAAAAABk/SwbBT8N4Q7o/s200/3058886551_7a0f1fb299%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cheeers lets get drunk and forget all about everything&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;drools*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;hangover&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;"&gt;the author is officially drunk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dead*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-1365964049197964707?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1365964049197964707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/02/her-mails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1365964049197964707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1365964049197964707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/02/her-mails.html' title='Her mails'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SZXtFoYI0KI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lt5LnsrEONM/s72-c/thumbnail.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-5116390463526036769</id><published>2009-02-12T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i33.tinypic.com/xpsqx3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 214px;" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/xpsqx3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;s&gt;olympic&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;spermlympic&lt;/s&gt; champion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img372.imageshack.us/img372/5781/1227005861866vl6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://img372.imageshack.us/img372/5781/1227005861866vl6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The thrills of rollercoaster...imagine the person beside you did it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/83/1224660122977jz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 400px;" src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/83/1224660122977jz1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;self-explanatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6/fuckmysisterqo6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 497px; height: 372px;" src="http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6/fuckmysisterqo6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no comment... teck stop reading pervert magazines.. i found this in your room... lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myconfinedspace.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/fatherhood.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 431px;" src="http://www.myconfinedspace.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/fatherhood.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-5116390463526036769?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5116390463526036769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/5116390463526036769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/5116390463526036769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-post.html' title='Random Post'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/xpsqx3_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-7748334947037687549</id><published>2009-02-09T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pa ah pa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SZBE21SV3lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/p-R-0PjVkLA/s1600-h/1_314587691l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300812470222708306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SZBE21SV3lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/p-R-0PjVkLA/s320/1_314587691l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh* i wonder wats up with pops...he won the last 5 rounds of black jack all double whereby my sisters keep jacking up the bets...resulting him winiing all the small rm 1 notes ...LOL i asked money from him and he gave me rm27 IN RM1 NOTES .. geez im gonna pay dr lee with rm1 notes for my chemistry book...lol she must be thinking where i dig my money from =( ... anyway thanks dad =) though i wasted too much of ur money =p =p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-7748334947037687549?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7748334947037687549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/02/pa-ah-pa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/7748334947037687549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/7748334947037687549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/02/pa-ah-pa.html' title='Pa ah pa'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SZBE21SV3lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/p-R-0PjVkLA/s72-c/1_314587691l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-1433930096143841425</id><published>2009-02-07T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate her!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SY584PSyZdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sdkuB0YjsqA/s1600-h/DSCN4224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300311117081503186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SY584PSyZdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sdkuB0YjsqA/s320/DSCN4224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2 ox smiling for the camera ...priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for those out there who noe me welll...theres 1 woman i hate so much..call me names call me mean call me anything u wan ..ungratefull bastard but i hate my grandmother..she is so mean ..well when she was young..heard dreadful stories about her..luckily my mum forgive her for the thangs she had done to her..7 years ago..on cny ...she cant fucking regonize me ...i mean come on la im like one of her few grandson and she cant regonize me? sigh* shoot me in the head man .. she cant regonize me nvm , she gave half of my angpao money that im suppose to have, all my sister have more and i got the '' visitors'' worth of angpao. Niama ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So heres the thing , since she is already very old, my mum is kind enough to bring her to church every sunday. she got hearing problem btw. she is wat 83? i dunno i noe she was born at the year of the ox..so do the math. Everytime when she goes to church due to her hearing problem she did nt realise that she actually verbally speaking very loud. Whenever she see my sister who arrive earlier , she will say in hokkien , '' AH NEH CHA A AHLING HEHEHE'' . Which translates to '' SO early ah AH ling HEHEHE '' literally everyone would look my way . Whenever she enters my car im the only who did nt greet her.. LOL my mum noe i hated her. everyone noe. but hell who cares. She is freaking bias too ...especially to my third sis cheh..signing off &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-1433930096143841425?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1433930096143841425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1433930096143841425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/1433930096143841425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-her.html' title='i hate her!!!'/><author><name>JaSoN A.k.A [j]BiTEmE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757564358847973796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SrDxJuo6LJI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3yAuhYqjik/S220/black+and+white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ITEc_-rD7U/SY584PSyZdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sdkuB0YjsqA/s72-c/DSCN4224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299372171452605655.post-8030703844384290225</id><published>2009-02-06T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:09:51.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie is nt = Noob</title><content type='html'>Recently i just started playing facebook and i went to michelle for help ,because i dun know how to upload my friggin photos , she called me a noob, LOL and im also new in bloggin hence went to teck for help, guess wat , i was called a noob by him too =(, but nvm everyone was once a noob so who cares i mean u guys may be worse den me hiak hiaks, ok la nths new today =) the author is signing out ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-8030703844384290225?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8030703844384290225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/2009/02/newbie-is-nt-noob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299372171452605655/posts/default/8030703844384290225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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mum i cant just leave her to jogg alone..walk..walk ..walk..walk..untill we reach the place...i was walking behing my mother thinking to myself..gosh ive been a very bad son..well at least this time i get to accompany her and be a good son this time...she walks in her own pace while i mine..so half way through..i was so bored i don even bother to look around anything beside me so  i just stared squarely onto the pond..and surely theres reflection of ppl walking pass beside me..so i thought to myself..how i wish theres something that can make me want to come back here and jogg with my mum again..so i was saying to myself it would be good if a mysterious girl jogg by u ..and sure enough right after that i heard footsteps closing in on me ..gosh i shut my eye and say i hope thats the girl..i gaze down onto the pond again the shadow is just right beside me..i look to my right..(brief pause) its an old lady in her mid 60s walking pass me..i was like..god is that her? as soon as i drop my eyes of the lady ..a tall with a bit of meaty feel..long straight hair with fair skin..listening to her mp3 wearing white basketballer kinda shoe zoomed pass the old lady and me..i was like wow..wat a stallion..i tried to catch but trying to  make it seem natural to break from a walk to a jog so i fasten up my pace and at the mean time trying to stay close to my mum..its a delicate balancing act for i cant look as if im chassing her delibrately..that would look like some kind of stalker..so i try to keep a distance between us..i have to say...from behind she look like her alot.. for crying out loud..i cant keep up to her...she has been jogging non stop for like 3 rounds now..and me ..hardly 1..i was like u healthy bitch..so when i finally decided to slow down my pace and let her catch up the another round.. i was mumbling ..wtf forgot wat i mumbled though..thats so gay..soon after i estimated where we will meet again..sure enough right on que she passed me .. i literally flipped my fringe..and try to look manly..ahem..i only caught a glimspe at the side of her face..i cant really tell how she look like ..so again i was behind her..she is walking in her unusuall pace..it gives me a hard time to jogg behind her so i decided to pass her..so i did ..i din see her face though...i jogged quite a distance already untill finally stop found spot to lay my butt on..i was hoping that i can see her walk pass in front of me..so i can see her face..but she never did..if i did saw her face i wouldnt be blogging this wouldnt i..hope to see her face&lt;/span&gt;..XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299372171452605655-5142923211898872328?l=badreminiscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badreminiscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5142923211898872328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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