<?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-36472236</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:44:49.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15naughty-boy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-5209353709462509663</id><published>2009-01-01T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:20:51.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"HAPPY NEW  YEAR"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVERYBODY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SV2xaVf2AiI/AAAAAAAAAsA/e8oZ200uPb0/s1600-h/SGP+Fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SV2xaVf2AiI/AAAAAAAAAsA/e8oZ200uPb0/s1600-h/SGP+Fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286576603608252962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SV2xaVf2AiI/AAAAAAAAAsA/e8oZ200uPb0/s320/SGP+Fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It really has been an eventful 2008:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakup's&lt;br /&gt;Makeup's&lt;br /&gt;Starting all over again... Over and over and over&lt;br /&gt;Old friends&lt;br /&gt;New friends&lt;br /&gt;New obligations&lt;br /&gt;The fall &amp;amp; rise of the LEGENDARY Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;Crazy parties&lt;br /&gt;Crazier friends&lt;br /&gt;Even crazier ex-girlfriends' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well now that 2009 is here, I'm back where it all began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's back to the old “Carpe Diem” days...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So watch out as I'm going to blaze the way for the rest of the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;No more dark weather clouds in my skies &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now it's my turn to comeback...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch this space:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;“THE WORLD'S GREATEST COMEBACK”&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-5209353709462509663?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/5209353709462509663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=5209353709462509663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/5209353709462509663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/5209353709462509663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='&quot;HAPPY NEW  YEAR&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SV2xaVf2AiI/AAAAAAAAAsA/e8oZ200uPb0/s72-c/SGP+Fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-2930229553160805033</id><published>2008-12-19T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:51:35.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"BABY ONE MORE TIME" : The Britney Spears Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody loves a comeback kid. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my tribute to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one of the best comeback's&lt;/span&gt; I have seen... ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The “LEGENDARY” Ms Britney Spears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I ain't gonna lie man, I still have a school boy's crush on her. I am not going to deny it and I'm damn sure many guys out there still feel the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to celebrate &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 years of one of the best entertainers&lt;/span&gt; of the last decade as well as one of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;biggest selling artist&lt;/span&gt; ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;10 years ago, 1998... This was the video that began it all...&lt;br /&gt;“...Baby One More Time”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gaGVjFcQy6g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gaGVjFcQy6g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then the song from 2000 with the title that just won't get out of your mind!!!&lt;br /&gt;“Oops!... I Did It Again”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z_KR4t5Rg9A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z_KR4t5Rg9A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2001 showed the world what 'Sexy' meant&lt;br /&gt;“I'm A Slave 4 U”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OSdommRkbds&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OSdommRkbds&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2004 gave 'Sex-pot' a whole new meaning&lt;br /&gt;“Everytime” and “Toxic”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1MRK1W1q7oo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1MRK1W1q7oo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/95-904-xfZ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/95-904-xfZ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here are some of the videos put together over the years into a megamix including the disappointingly average songs from “Blackout” album.&lt;br /&gt;“December 02 Megamix” and “Megamix”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f6_0pxZGOuM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f6_0pxZGOuM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVa3ieZkCag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVa3ieZkCag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here comes the comeback though I wouldn't classify her as a comeback since she has never disappeared. She has shown that she can be down to the lowest point in her life, and yet she will never be out! She didn't give up and came flying back with one of her best albums yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at it in another perspective, she gives people the meaning of never giving up and never giving in despite everybody around you thinking you are over.&lt;br /&gt;She's one of the best entertainers the world has ever seen and there's more to come, that's the best part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the “comeback” moments that has happened... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“Womanizer”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4pHbF8SDLQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4pHbF8SDLQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“Circus”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aXFD6Wu8wVY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aXFD6Wu8wVY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Britney cleans up the 2008 MTV Video Music Awards with 3 awards:&lt;br /&gt;'Best Female Video', 'Best Pop Video', and the coveted 'Video of the Year'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PEw98H5WZ3s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PEw98H5WZ3s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wiping the 2008 MTV Europe Music Awards with 2 awards:&lt;br /&gt;'Best Album for Blackout' and 'Best Act of 2008'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RkTZFunhYto&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RkTZFunhYto&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Never give up in what you believe in. Never give up what you are good at. And even as things don't go your way, just find your way through and you will be right at the top.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-2930229553160805033?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/2930229553160805033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=2930229553160805033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/2930229553160805033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/2930229553160805033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-one-more-time-britney-spears.html' title='&quot;BABY ONE MORE TIME&quot; : The Britney Spears Tribute'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-5197026616264174035</id><published>2008-12-08T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T03:26:36.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"GET THE PARTY STARTED"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0CE3B8CEI/AAAAAAAAArc/X-hb0jFsYeg/s1600-h/Josh+Hartnett.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, my favorite time of the month is here...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“OH MY DECEMBER...”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&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;strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LET THE PARTY BEGIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what's been going on so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sara's and my rendez-vous @ Forbidden City Indochine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz4_ObUxbI/AAAAAAAAAnk/MZWlcO2k4JE/s1600-h/DSC00773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277366628459529650" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz4_ObUxbI/AAAAAAAAAnk/MZWlcO2k4JE/s320/DSC00773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz4-hnUXyI/AAAAAAAAAnU/rCuut72IJdQ/s1600-h/DSC00771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277366616430239522" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz4-hnUXyI/AAAAAAAAAnU/rCuut72IJdQ/s320/DSC00771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do look good... Don't we?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz4_L7cpEI/AAAAAAAAAnc/9VeFjJ_m8Ds/s1600-h/DSC00772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277366627788956738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz4_L7cpEI/AAAAAAAAAnc/9VeFjJ_m8Ds/s320/DSC00772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz4_Tv8DTI/AAAAAAAAAns/HQpSxkuvn58/s1600-h/DSC00777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277366629888167218" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz4_Tv8DTI/AAAAAAAAAns/HQpSxkuvn58/s320/DSC00777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... She spilt THAT drink on me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kat's, Marilyn's and my crazy night out @ Orchard Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz7CagVn7I/AAAAAAAAAn0/DGakjsDEhjM/s1600-h/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277368882264645554" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz7CagVn7I/AAAAAAAAAn0/DGakjsDEhjM/s320/DSC00787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz7CozH5UI/AAAAAAAAAn8/zH6HvPkBP1U/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277368886101534018" style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz7CozH5UI/AAAAAAAAAn8/zH6HvPkBP1U/s320/DSC00789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz7ChK_UlI/AAAAAAAAAoE/maXzb6JA89w/s1600-h/DSC00798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277368884054151762" style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz7ChK_UlI/AAAAAAAAAoE/maXzb6JA89w/s320/DSC00798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz7C5fE-6I/AAAAAAAAAoM/QcUhdlX4BD4/s1600-h/DSC00800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277368890580859810" style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz7C5fE-6I/AAAAAAAAAoM/QcUhdlX4BD4/s320/DSC00800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz7CznWl9I/AAAAAAAAAoU/LmVaoahuk7U/s1600-h/DSC00804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277368889004955602" style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz7CznWl9I/AAAAAAAAAoU/LmVaoahuk7U/s320/DSC00804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz8BTX9ibI/AAAAAAAAAoc/z-wIDr19g_o/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277369962682223026" style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz8BTX9ibI/AAAAAAAAAoc/z-wIDr19g_o/s320/DSC00805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz8BeTQ_wI/AAAAAAAAAok/CJac2CrYS7g/s1600-h/DSC00811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277369965615316738" style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz8BeTQ_wI/AAAAAAAAAok/CJac2CrYS7g/s320/DSC00811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz8CDT6w8I/AAAAAAAAAo8/5CU9BHWUk5Q/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277369975550165954" style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz8CDT6w8I/AAAAAAAAAo8/5CU9BHWUk5Q/s320/DSC00816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz8BpDd1_I/AAAAAAAAAos/XC9yPB1tWZc/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277369968501839858" style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz8BpDd1_I/AAAAAAAAAos/XC9yPB1tWZc/s320/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz8Bv5ZmJI/AAAAAAAAAo0/UBOqu3VUUrk/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277369970338666642" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz8Bv5ZmJI/AAAAAAAAAo0/UBOqu3VUUrk/s320/DSC00814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz9HBWXcRI/AAAAAAAAApk/w1jfq8agrlk/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277371160434536722" style="WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz9HBWXcRI/AAAAAAAAApk/w1jfq8agrlk/s320/DSC00821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz9GFSjwpI/AAAAAAAAApE/UN7SnMD5gq8/s1600-h/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277371144312439442" style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz9GFSjwpI/AAAAAAAAApE/UN7SnMD5gq8/s320/DSC00817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz9GWebnAI/AAAAAAAAApM/1cQhR9Jgz3Y/s1600-h/DSC00818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277371148925639682" style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz9GWebnAI/AAAAAAAAApM/1cQhR9Jgz3Y/s320/DSC00818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz9GmWGIMI/AAAAAAAAApc/DQYUfNanyy8/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277371153185644738" style="WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz9GmWGIMI/AAAAAAAAApc/DQYUfNanyy8/s320/DSC00820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz9GUWQ7FI/AAAAAAAAApU/c9nPw45gwhk/s1600-h/DSC00819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277371148354514002" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz9GUWQ7FI/AAAAAAAAApU/c9nPw45gwhk/s320/DSC00819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz-1p8nPCI/AAAAAAAAAqM/cG3hOy9WYJ8/s1600-h/DSC00826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277373061117983778" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz-1p8nPCI/AAAAAAAAAqM/cG3hOy9WYJ8/s320/DSC00826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz-0oB-AtI/AAAAAAAAAps/YIvjdfBmupM/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277373043423707858" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz-0oB-AtI/AAAAAAAAAps/YIvjdfBmupM/s320/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz-00Z_AaI/AAAAAAAAAp0/GFj_MwF9wKc/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277373046745661858" style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz-00Z_AaI/AAAAAAAAAp0/GFj_MwF9wKc/s320/DSC00823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz-1HhC3vI/AAAAAAAAAp8/KlFuH0IBxd4/s1600-h/DSC00824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277373051875548914" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz-1HhC3vI/AAAAAAAAAp8/KlFuH0IBxd4/s320/DSC00824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz-1XkLRlI/AAAAAAAAAqE/s4FOzgbmJRw/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277373056183649874" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz-1XkLRlI/AAAAAAAAAqE/s4FOzgbmJRw/s320/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0Aj3gOIOI/AAAAAAAAAqU/OCsx9Gq1-8g/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277374954542604514" style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0Aj3gOIOI/AAAAAAAAAqU/OCsx9Gq1-8g/s320/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My buys for the party season (So far...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0AkYVzLlI/AAAAAAAAAqc/_kJAJG9PlUU/s1600-h/DSC00778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277374963357265490" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0AkYVzLlI/AAAAAAAAAqc/_kJAJG9PlUU/s320/DSC00778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0AkUDolhI/AAAAAAAAAqk/MDDW26Lf4ZA/s1600-h/DSC00780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277374962207331858" style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0AkUDolhI/AAAAAAAAAqk/MDDW26Lf4ZA/s320/DSC00780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0CE6Qo9UI/AAAAAAAAArU/pzWXR4xZ7Zg/s1600-h/DSC00786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277376621729871170" style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0CE6Qo9UI/AAAAAAAAArU/pzWXR4xZ7Zg/s320/DSC00786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are from "Woonderland"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0CEGhQ_qI/AAAAAAAAAq8/5ptDMYUZNtg/s1600-h/DSC00783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277376607840960162" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0CEGhQ_qI/AAAAAAAAAq8/5ptDMYUZNtg/s320/DSC00783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present from Brandon from Thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0CEjAYPRI/AAAAAAAAArE/JtYj725arD0/s1600-h/DSC00784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277376615487651090" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0CEjAYPRI/AAAAAAAAArE/JtYj725arD0/s320/DSC00784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From "Ripcurl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0CE3B8CEI/AAAAAAAAArc/X-hb0jFsYeg/s1600-h/Josh+Hartnett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277376620862900290" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0CE3B8CEI/AAAAAAAAArc/X-hb0jFsYeg/s320/Josh+Hartnett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this bloody cologne... ARMANI DIAMONDS (Josh Hartnett)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's damn sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0CElT08XI/AAAAAAAAArM/eTFeQw91OIw/s1600-h/DSC00785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277376616106094962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0CElT08XI/AAAAAAAAArM/eTFeQw91OIw/s320/DSC00785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the AD for the Cologne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUVbd4HAI6w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUVbd4HAI6w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0AklKrPaI/AAAAAAAAAqs/94o4_DFlKgk/s1600-h/DSC00781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277374966800268706" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0AklKrPaI/AAAAAAAAAqs/94o4_DFlKgk/s320/DSC00781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0Ak1i_NlI/AAAAAAAAAq0/8bCZs9Mxf-E/s1600-h/DSC00782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277374971197208146" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/ST0Ak1i_NlI/AAAAAAAAAq0/8bCZs9Mxf-E/s320/DSC00782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I got this from "Agnes B" for free... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes they are condoms! HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And all these are just the tip of the iceberg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-5197026616264174035?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/5197026616264174035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=5197026616264174035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/5197026616264174035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/5197026616264174035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/12/get-party-started.html' title='&quot;GET THE PARTY STARTED&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/STz4_ObUxbI/AAAAAAAAAnk/MZWlcO2k4JE/s72-c/DSC00773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-824361637333754114</id><published>2008-11-08T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:48:49.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"WRAPPED UP IN BOOKS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There, I said it. I love books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to tell but true, I may hate studying and all the crap that comes along with it. But when it comes to reading, it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one of my guilty pleasures&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said book lovers or... hell... who said book readers are “Nerds”! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah even skirt chasers can be avid book readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I say an avid book reader, I don't mean reading books about sex, dating or any of those bullcrap. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm talking about real books here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this book is highly recommended and apperently so since it did win &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'2001 British Book of the Year'&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah I guess many of you guys have heard of it since it has been released for such a long time, but this book is seriously without a doubt: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“MAN AND BOY” by TONY PARSONS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SRVRRkVVJdI/AAAAAAAAAnM/t-yA3iiFEhw/s1600-h/Man+And+Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266204701532431826" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SRVRRkVVJdI/AAAAAAAAAnM/t-yA3iiFEhw/s320/Man+And+Boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here's a little sypnosis (taken from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Man_and_Boy_(book"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Man_and_Boy_(book&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Harry Silver is a successful television producer about to turn 30. He is happily married, has a 4 year old son and drives a convertible sports car. Then he spends the night with a colleague from work and his life falls apart; his wife leaves him and emigrates to Japan, he loses his job, he loses his father and he has to cope with being a single parent... While coping with the stress of being a single parent, he meets another woman at a coffee shop, a woman whom he as already met with her child... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Many writers and critics have praised “Man and Boy” for its portrayal of modern-day single parents. It also shows what a single parent has to go through including love, stress, worry, happiness and various emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Many reviewers have said that it made them feel deeply sorry for the father and cry many a time before laughing out loud at the crude jokes and “what-everyone-thinks-but-doesn't-say” style of humor.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do I like it though I'm not a parent, let alone a single parent (thankfully for those who knew my past know when I say thankfully I nearly thought I was going to be one of them) is that it really brings out real emotions. It's what millions of people go through everyday. Maybe not quite single parenting, but the emotions are pretty much quite similar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And the real message in the book is what means the most to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;“LOVE MEANS KNOWING WHEN TO LET GO”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-824361637333754114?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/824361637333754114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=824361637333754114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/824361637333754114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/824361637333754114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/11/wrapped-up-in-books.html' title='&quot;WRAPPED UP IN BOOKS&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SRVRRkVVJdI/AAAAAAAAAnM/t-yA3iiFEhw/s72-c/Man+And+Boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-770866123005369904</id><published>2008-11-07T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:10:00.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"WHY DOES IT ALWAYS RAIN ON ME"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM JUST SO SICK AND TIRED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When does a person's problems actually stop?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know that everyone has problems&lt;/span&gt;. That's &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;not what I'm complaining&lt;/span&gt; about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I'm whining about here is when does the distractions of the past actually finish to let you progress on to future distractions?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SRVFRdkPDkI/AAAAAAAAAms/B6PthgBIn1E/s1600-h/Blog+Rain+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266191505576365634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SRVFRdkPDkI/AAAAAAAAAms/B6PthgBIn1E/s320/Blog+Rain+05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The long road ahead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be fair and true, I have moved on and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm defintely, without a doubt&lt;/span&gt;, loving where my life is heading. I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;at the right place in life now and loving every moment of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only drawback is that there are major distractions in my past that will not let me go. Then again,&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; I hope the past refuses to let me go rather than what I fear is I'm refusing to let go of the past.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Old distractions + New distractions = Very distracted mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;myself for having a strong will and head to be able to continue breathing&lt;/span&gt; or I would have gone insane. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm actually &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;not afraid&lt;/span&gt; of all these “problems, distractions, etc.” old or new. Really I'm not. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm not afraid of most things&lt;/span&gt;, so what are problems to be feared of?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm pissed&lt;/span&gt; off about is that there doesn't seem to be a limit to how much a person's problems can amount to and for one of the rare moments in my life, I actually slipped up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I actually&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; allowed the problems and distractions outside affect my own mental performance in camp.&lt;/span&gt; That is not how I live my life. And it's damn fucking fustrating!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sure it's easy to say, “Oh you just have to learn to relax and ignore these problems,” OR “Just don't think about it,” OR Just focus on what is at hand...”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's always easy to say. But when you are in this shit, you will only realize that those words really mean nothing. It's a much bigger task then it seems to be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can only think of one solution at the moment. And it's probably what I do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just put on smile&lt;/span&gt; and let the world think that I'm not having any problems. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's the only way I can be distracted for the distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SRVFQo87uOI/AAAAAAAAAmU/zyCvK56fo0s/s1600-h/Blog+Rain+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266191491452877026" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SRVFQo87uOI/AAAAAAAAAmU/zyCvK56fo0s/s320/Blog+Rain+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SRVFQ12EgUI/AAAAAAAAAmc/EWhckL_07AE/s1600-h/Blog+Rain+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266191494913753410" style="WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SRVFQ12EgUI/AAAAAAAAAmc/EWhckL_07AE/s320/Blog+Rain+03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SRVFRJzA3vI/AAAAAAAAAmk/_l8rdVmBzIM/s1600-h/Blog+Rain+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266191500269641458" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SRVFRJzA3vI/AAAAAAAAAmk/_l8rdVmBzIM/s320/Blog+Rain+04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My rainy days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm looking for sunshine after the rain, but where the fuck is my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sunshine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SRVFgbyeUQI/AAAAAAAAAm0/JBWh8A2eC-U/s1600-h/Blog+Sun+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266191762797252866" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SRVFgbyeUQI/AAAAAAAAAm0/JBWh8A2eC-U/s320/Blog+Sun+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SRVFgkHCaZI/AAAAAAAAAnE/mlyawF53I2c/s1600-h/Blog+Sun+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266191765030988178" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SRVFgkHCaZI/AAAAAAAAAnE/mlyawF53I2c/s320/Blog+Sun+03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SRVFgdYGXkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/8VyqyfPydD8/s1600-h/Blog+Sun+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266191763223502402" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SRVFgdYGXkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/8VyqyfPydD8/s320/Blog+Sun+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The place I want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-770866123005369904?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/770866123005369904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=770866123005369904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/770866123005369904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/770866123005369904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='&quot;WHY DOES IT ALWAYS RAIN ON ME&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SRVFRdkPDkI/AAAAAAAAAms/B6PthgBIn1E/s72-c/Blog+Rain+05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-2539175726465776957</id><published>2008-11-01T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T03:48:22.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"WOMANIZER"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vlVBV7hh-y8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vlVBV7hh-y8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don’t really care what some people say but I still think she’s damn &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fucking hot&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The mother of all comebacks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She’s really back baby!&lt;/strong&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/36472236-2539175726465776957?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/2539175726465776957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=2539175726465776957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/2539175726465776957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/2539175726465776957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/11/womanizer.html' title='&quot;WOMANIZER&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-8247886207739532136</id><published>2008-10-25T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:20:44.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I MISS YOU"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SQPTaW-5-zI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ToncnFssbAc/s1600-h/picture+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261281239498357554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SQPTaW-5-zI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ToncnFssbAc/s320/picture+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once in a while, I still look back at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what we were&lt;/span&gt; and wondered &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what we could have been&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve heard that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Time heals all wounds”,&lt;/span&gt; and yet for some funny reason, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don’t want&lt;/span&gt; this wound to heal. I want to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;leave the scars of the battle&lt;/span&gt; on me as a reminder for what happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a link to the past to prevent the future from happening again.&lt;br /&gt;I have been &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;keeping to my “post-you” vows, to never get my heart torn apart again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes now recently met &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friends may think what they want to think&lt;/span&gt; but I still stick by my vows. For I have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my reasons for doing what I do&lt;/span&gt;. Of course I do apologize for those who I unfortunately chosen to break your hearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happened to you in the past tends to affect what you do&lt;/span&gt; in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know you have been curious&lt;/span&gt; for more than 2 years, wondering what I thought &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we could have become&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you really want to know&lt;/span&gt; what we could have been?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We could have been…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-8247886207739532136?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/8247886207739532136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=8247886207739532136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/8247886207739532136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/8247886207739532136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-miss-you.html' title='&quot;I MISS YOU&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SQPTaW-5-zI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ToncnFssbAc/s72-c/picture+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-1685957134351611174</id><published>2008-10-25T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:07:31.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"IDEALS LOST"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SQPQC_a1MzI/AAAAAAAAAl0/8paIV5lyBOw/s1600-h/picture+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261277539501159218" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SQPQC_a1MzI/AAAAAAAAAl0/8paIV5lyBOw/s320/picture+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me get lost in this dark alley, hidden from you and everyone else.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-1685957134351611174?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/1685957134351611174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=1685957134351611174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/1685957134351611174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/1685957134351611174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/10/ideals-lost.html' title='&quot;IDEALS LOST&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SQPQC_a1MzI/AAAAAAAAAl0/8paIV5lyBOw/s72-c/picture+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-2687224650344673928</id><published>2008-10-25T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:01:07.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"TIME TO SAY GOODBYE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SQPNY-P8c8I/AAAAAAAAAls/h6WTN5sD-XY/s1600-h/picture+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261274618609300418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SQPNY-P8c8I/AAAAAAAAAls/h6WTN5sD-XY/s320/picture+03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alas, I can finally see the silver lining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The end of the rainbow where the pot of gold is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think I am reaching the stage of balancing and enjoying my life without having too much or being too attached to one thing or person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't have to worry about money now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't have the habit of gambling too much anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't drink unless it's just chillin'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't club unless it's a special occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have really cut down smoking and quitting is a realistic goal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am finally getting out of the shit hole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAIT FOR ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-2687224650344673928?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/2687224650344673928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=2687224650344673928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/2687224650344673928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/2687224650344673928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-to-say-goodbye.html' title='&quot;TIME TO SAY GOODBYE&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SQPNY-P8c8I/AAAAAAAAAls/h6WTN5sD-XY/s72-c/picture+03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-6384116516647292585</id><published>2008-10-04T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T05:03:24.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"FLY AWAY FROM HERE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I. NEED. A. VACATION. PERIOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I haven’t traveled out of “SUNNY SINGAPORE” in a million years and I need to get out of here. Mind you, Malaysia does not count. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;After so many false starts (Bali, Bangkok, Hong Kong, etc.), I don’t think I can take it anymore. Especially since I have to face a virtual sausage-fest everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can’t wait for that small little window given for a holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don’t care where I go, I just got to get out of here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And so I’ve got to start planning now… anyone out there wanna travel either in December 2008 or January 2009 please let me know now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-6384116516647292585?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/6384116516647292585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=6384116516647292585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/6384116516647292585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/6384116516647292585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/10/fly-away-from-here.html' title='&quot;FLY AWAY FROM HERE&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-2573750275036377530</id><published>2008-09-13T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:18:39.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"MR POLICEMAN"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m so damn tired! So damn fucking tired!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why did they have to change the system to be more strict starting with out batch!?!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t they start the new system next year.&lt;br /&gt;Ok no more complains. I’ll take whatever they throw at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not afraid of them.&lt;br /&gt;I think none of us are afraid of them.&lt;br /&gt;So I have no idea why they think we are.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I shall update more next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-2573750275036377530?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/2573750275036377530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=2573750275036377530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/2573750275036377530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/2573750275036377530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/09/mr-policeman.html' title='&quot;MR POLICEMAN&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-5128870609054020437</id><published>2008-09-05T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T03:17:07.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"LET'S GET THE PARTY STARTED"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM THE LIFE OF THE PARTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-5128870609054020437?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/5128870609054020437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=5128870609054020437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/5128870609054020437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/5128870609054020437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-get-party-started.html' title='&quot;LET&apos;S GET THE PARTY STARTED&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-2522567271647569617</id><published>2008-09-05T03:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T02:34:25.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I NEED A GIRL" : PART 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On 3rd September 2008, I put up the entry “I Need A Girl: Part 1” about girls being like tin cans, easy to find yet hard to open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to further enforce that I’m not stereotyping our Singapore girls at all. It was just an entry to poke fun and hopefully engaged in a little controversy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a sexist. I just love to evoke a little bust up in the “discussion” about girls of Singapore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all my girls out there, my friends that is, don’t worry none of the girls described in the entry was about you. Well not entirely at least! HAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I’m sorry if I have upset any girls with that entry and I sincerely do apologize. BUT, I’m not afraid to express what I wrote. I’m not sorry about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-2522567271647569617?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/2522567271647569617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=2522567271647569617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/2522567271647569617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/2522567271647569617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-girl-part-3.html' title='&quot;I NEED A GIRL&quot; : PART 3'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-7407207968050286974</id><published>2008-09-05T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T02:33:25.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“When was the last time the world wasn’t falling apart?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Danny Archer (Leonardo DiCaprio) ‘Blood Diamond 2006’ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that movie. I swear it is my favorite movie of all time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so when was the last time the world wasn’t falling apart? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s been a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vicious little rumor&lt;/span&gt; going around that the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;world was going to end in the year 2012&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently some of my friends read this off the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;. Last night, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mr. Ashley Kee&lt;/span&gt; even told me that the world will end after &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 more Catholic Popes&lt;/span&gt; take the reign of Catholics all over the world. Again, a friend of his read it off the internet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; a little problem&lt;/span&gt; with this though. Wasn’t the world supposed to end when Nostradamus supposedly predicted the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tragic September 11th attacks&lt;/span&gt; on the World Trade Center? Or that the world was going to end on 01st January 2000 thanks to the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Y2K bug&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit in a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pessimistic&lt;/span&gt; sense that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;events happening&lt;/span&gt; around the world over the last couple of years &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haven’t exactly dispelled the rumors&lt;/span&gt; of the world ending.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, look at what &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hurricane Katrina&lt;/span&gt; did to the States. Or the terrifying &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;December 26th Tsunami&lt;/span&gt; which hit Asia, or the fact that&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Osama Bin Laden&lt;/span&gt; is still out there, continuing to strike fear in the hearts of everyone. Then there was the recent &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sichuan earthquake&lt;/span&gt; in China, drought in some parts of the world, excessive flooding in other parts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And yet&lt;/span&gt;, with so many predictions and so many climate changes, we are still here. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We are still here together as one: fighting terrorism, fighting climate changes, running for charitable causes, hoping that &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lindsay Lohan&lt;/span&gt; gets banned from making another movie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t predict what is going to happen to the world 6 months from now. But I know that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whatever “world-ending” events&lt;/span&gt; that are being thrown at us, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we will still continue to fight and to survive together. That’s why we are still here&lt;/span&gt;. We have been doing that for the last 2,000 years, I’m sure we will continue to do so for the next 2,000 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the 2008 Beijing Summer Olympics motto goes, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“One world. One dream.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;beauty of the human spirit&lt;/span&gt; I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it really is up to you to believe if the world is really going to end in the year 2012 but for me, I know &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’ll continue to fight&lt;/span&gt; whatever is thrown at me. I say, “BRING IT!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m actually looking forward to the 2012 London Summer Olympics more than the world ending in 2012. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012. December. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-7407207968050286974?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/7407207968050286974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=7407207968050286974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/7407207968050286974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/7407207968050286974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/09/until-end-of-world.html' title='&quot;UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-2195591466527913403</id><published>2008-09-05T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T03:14:33.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"CARPE DIEM BABY"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMEFsThavMI/AAAAAAAAAek/QlzPpvfAt6E/s1600-h/Carpe+Diem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242477699948788930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMEFsThavMI/AAAAAAAAAek/QlzPpvfAt6E/s320/Carpe+Diem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m sure many of you out there have heard of the Latin phrase, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Carpe Diem”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who haven’t, basically &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Carpe Diem”&lt;/span&gt; means &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Seize the day! Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we die.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am one person who lives by that motto. I really do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Of course it doesn’t mean that we are all going to die after we “eat, drink and be merry.” What it means is that,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; we should live everyday as if it is our last day on earth. For you never know what can happen tomorrow, I have experienced too many unexpected losses to live my life as if I’m absolutely certain I’ll live to a ripe, old age.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ronan Keating sang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“If tomorrow never comes, will she know how much I love her…”&lt;/span&gt; Can you honestly tell yourself that if I die tomorrow (touch wood of course), will &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I die living the life I wanted to live&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Or did I die living a life that is not what I want&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand why many of my friends think I’m the kind of person who is only capable of having fun and nothing else. That’s not true. I know when I should be serious, and when I should be having fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do admit I haven’t done the serious part particularly well in the last couple years but hey, each day is a brand new day. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The mistakes of yesterday can never be erased, but doesn’t mean I’m not learning to avoid it tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you got to learn how to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;balance having fun and living life, with your priorities as you age every year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it is safe to say that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m finally moving full steam ahead in the balancing equation.&lt;/span&gt; In the past, I would have too much fun over a period of time, then too much seriousness over another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My priorities now are simple; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I’m enlisting into the Police Force next Tuesday September 9th. I’ve got to get that done properly for 2 years; in between I still intend to study whilst serving my country. &lt;/span&gt;These are my priorities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m still going to live my life the way I always wanted to; having fun, being in the company of my friends, tennis, sports, travelling, etc. I’m not&lt;/span&gt; going to live my life working at a dead end job, or a 9am – 6pm office job.&lt;br /&gt;No. That’s not what I’m meant to do. And it will not be what I’m going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will live my life; eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Seize the day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carpe Diem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-2195591466527913403?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/2195591466527913403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=2195591466527913403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/2195591466527913403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/2195591466527913403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/09/carpe-diem-baby.html' title='&quot;CARPE DIEM BABY&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMEFsThavMI/AAAAAAAAAek/QlzPpvfAt6E/s72-c/Carpe+Diem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-41561945231202938</id><published>2008-09-05T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T03:08:46.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"THE GOOD PEOPLE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have once had the thought, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;are people really good or bad?&lt;/span&gt; In actual fact, people are neither good nor bad. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A person is just a person; it is what we do that differentiates who’s good, and who’s bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Where do you cross the line of good and bad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was looking up the definition of good and bad in the dictionary &lt;em&gt;(Oxford 5th Edition, 1999). Good: (1) that which is morally right or acceptable, (2) that which gives benefit, profit, advantage&lt;br /&gt;Bad: (1) morally unacceptable; wicked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok so let’s put it in this scenario.&lt;/span&gt; A good person would for example be of an older brother looking out for his younger sister on the streets after they have been abandoned by their parents. And a bad person would be if an older brother stealing food from the store because he’s younger sister is starving and they have no money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wait, so would that brother be a good person, OR a bad person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How can you tell if a person is really good or bad? Of course we all know it’s a bad thing to steal. But to steal for a good cause… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we all know that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;killing a person is one of the 7 deadly sins&lt;/span&gt; and obviously you would associate&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; a murderer to be a bad person&lt;/span&gt;. Then if &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sadam Hussein is sentenced to death&lt;/span&gt; for all the shit stuff he did and 1,000’s of innocent lives he took during his reign in Iraq, in your mind &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you know he deserves it&lt;/span&gt;. A life for a life and I truly agree whole heartedly. But do you see &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the irony in the whole situation here&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are sent to this world to harm us, while there are others sent to this world to save us. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;People should just state their intentions clearly when you first meet them&lt;/span&gt;. Like, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hi my name is Joshua and I’m going to do selfish things that benefit myself and not give a damn about you even though I keep telling everyone that I do,”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; OR &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hi my name is Jen and I’m going to break your heart twice but before I do that I’ll make sure you fall madly in love with me.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/36472236-41561945231202938?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/41561945231202938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=41561945231202938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/41561945231202938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/41561945231202938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-people.html' title='&quot;THE GOOD PEOPLE&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-8174092874688758271</id><published>2008-09-05T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T03:04:12.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"GOD FORSAKEN TOWN"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Sometimes I wonder if God will ever forgive us for what we have done to each other. Then I look around and I realize, God left this place a long time ago…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Archer (Leonardo DiCaprio) ‘ Blood Diamond’ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder all the bad things that people do to each other, will God ever forgive us? I’m sure when he created the world, he wanted us all to be united as one. I’m sure many of us have at least once thought, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Why am I living in this world?” &lt;/span&gt;in our lifetime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day you see and hear the things some people are capable of doing towards another human being. You can’t really help but feel helpless sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the above quote (Danny Archer) links with the creation of the phrase, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“A God forsaken world”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;So then, if someone does something “bad” towards you, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;will you forgive and forget?&lt;/span&gt; Rather the question should be, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can you forgive AND forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-8174092874688758271?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/8174092874688758271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=8174092874688758271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/8174092874688758271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/8174092874688758271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-forsaken-town.html' title='&quot;GOD FORSAKEN TOWN&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-7670091654361700282</id><published>2008-09-05T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T03:00:57.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"MY RIVAL"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy a good rivalry as it gives you a good opportunity to choose. Choices are one of the greatest gifts human beings can ever possess. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;McDonald’s &lt;/em&gt;VS &lt;em&gt;KFC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a no brainer. Obviously of the 2, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;McDonald’s wins by a mile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look at the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;variety that McDonald’s offer&lt;/span&gt;: Hamburgers, Nuggets, Hotcakes, McWings, Coke, Milkshake, Ice Cream, Big Breakfast, Egg McMuffin, McChicken, Big Mac, French Fries, etc. and the list goes on… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;KFC offers you 2 or 3 pieces of chicken, zinger, cheese fries, what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And everyone remembers &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;McDonald’s crazy marketing campaigns l&lt;/span&gt;ike, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“I’m Lovin’ It”, “McDonald’s at the Beijing Olympics”, and “Hello Kitty!”&lt;/span&gt; KFC offers us, wait let me think, uh nothing remotely worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;And finally &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;McDonald’s has Ronald McDonald&lt;/span&gt;, the only clown I never got scared off. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;KFC has big tubby colonel sanders who’s as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; plain and boring as&lt;/span&gt; Jade Seah &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; “Today in Beijing”.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMD8u5LGHqI/AAAAAAAAAck/GqxKxFvPJ50/s1600-h/McDonalds05"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242467848810798754" style="CURSOR: hand" height="101" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMD8u5LGHqI/AAAAAAAAAck/GqxKxFvPJ50/s320/McDonalds05" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMD8ut8QfOI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ncHiYzR_0-s/s1600-h/McDonalds04"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242467845795773666" style="WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" height="84" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMD8ut8QfOI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ncHiYzR_0-s/s320/McDonalds04" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMD8uoLb5sI/AAAAAAAAAcU/iOik-wioxos/s1600-h/McDonalds03"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242467844248823490" style="CURSOR: hand" height="97" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMD8uoLb5sI/AAAAAAAAAcU/iOik-wioxos/s320/McDonalds03" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMD8ufkEFzI/AAAAAAAAAcM/tnAelm1HaTs/s1600-h/McDonalds02"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242467841936201522" style="CURSOR: hand" height="95" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMD8ufkEFzI/AAAAAAAAAcM/tnAelm1HaTs/s320/McDonalds02" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMD8uQUsYBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/qockQk27Dn8/s1600-h/McDonalds01"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242467837845200914" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" height="129" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMD8uQUsYBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/qockQk27Dn8/s320/McDonalds01" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nike&lt;/em&gt; VS &lt;em&gt;Adidas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is tough actually. I used to be a fanatic for Adidas but honestly, now I can’t really choose. But if I have to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;give the edge&lt;/span&gt; to either power brand, it would probably be &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nike&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love Adidas’ marketing slogans like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Impossible is Nothing!&lt;/span&gt;” Then again, Nike has its famous&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; “Just Do It”&lt;/span&gt; trademark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Adidas has &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;David Beckham&lt;/span&gt;, Nike doesn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nike has &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lebron James,&lt;/span&gt; Adidas doesn’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both have awesome shoes!&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why I give the edge to Nike is that the designs that come out from &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nike&lt;/span&gt; are awesome. It has better,&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; more interesting designs and slogans&lt;/span&gt; on its’ clothing lines whereas Adidas’ clothing line is a little flat and plain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMD-kKiF3LI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Alw_3S1lOAU/s1600-h/Nike+Human+Race+11.png"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242469863515348146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMD-kKiF3LI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Alw_3S1lOAU/s320/Nike+Human+Race+11.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMD-_soS5vI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IRoFx4m6pFg/s1600-h/Adidas01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242470336524642034" style="CURSOR: hand" height="108" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMD-_soS5vI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IRoFx4m6pFg/s320/Adidas01.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manchester United &lt;/em&gt;VS &lt;em&gt;Chelsea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obviously the Red Devils by a mile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Man Utd&lt;/span&gt; plays rich football, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/span&gt; just has rich footballers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Man Utd&lt;/span&gt; plays in the “Theatre of Dreams”, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/span&gt; plays at somebody else’s bridge &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Man Utd&lt;/span&gt; are the Red Devils, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/span&gt; are the… the… what’s their mascot again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Man Utd&lt;/span&gt; had David Beckham, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/span&gt; had good players who were ½ of Beck’s marketing value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Man Utd&lt;/span&gt; has Rooney, Ronaldo and Co. though &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/span&gt; may have Ballack, Cole, Essien, Drogba, Lampard, Terry, Carvalho, Cech, Shevchenko, Obi Mikel (or is it Mikel Obi, or Obi Wan Kanobi) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND YET STILL LOST TO MANCHESTER UNITED IN THE FINALS OF MOSCOW 2007! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Williams Sisters &lt;/em&gt;VS &lt;em&gt;The Glamour Girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I’ll probably have to go with the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“The Glamour Girls”&lt;/span&gt; on this one. But this is no disrespect to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Williams’&lt;/span&gt;. I think they are great competitors, tennis players, ambassadors and great for the game but I like the glamorous life.&lt;br /&gt;Who are the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Glamour Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;”?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maria Sharapova, Daniela Hantuchova, Ana Ivanovic, Jelena Jankovic, Maria Kirilenko, Elena Dementieva, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMEA1NJmm3I/AAAAAAAAAd8/DORoVnDJuvQ/s1600-h/jelena+jankovic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242472355298974578" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="153" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMEA1NJmm3I/AAAAAAAAAd8/DORoVnDJuvQ/s320/jelena+jankovic+2.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMEA1RV6pvI/AAAAAAAAAeE/xg3y4DJP0pE/s1600-h/daniela+hantuchova+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242472356424361714" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="152" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMEA1RV6pvI/AAAAAAAAAeE/xg3y4DJP0pE/s320/daniela+hantuchova+2.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMEAevK0xlI/AAAAAAAAAd0/30Eh9cU2U30/s1600-h/Ana+Ivanovic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242471969293911634" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="151" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMEAevK0xlI/AAAAAAAAAd0/30Eh9cU2U30/s320/Ana+Ivanovic.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMEAedQV9VI/AAAAAAAAAds/wyEOZOgi2ew/s1600-h/Maria+Sharapova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242471964485219666" style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMEAedQV9VI/AAAAAAAAAds/wyEOZOgi2ew/s320/Maria+Sharapova.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMEAeeAipdI/AAAAAAAAAdk/H9FFPPRw-jo/s1600-h/Maria+Kirilenko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242471964687377874" style="WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="149" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMEAeeAipdI/AAAAAAAAAdk/H9FFPPRw-jo/s320/Maria+Kirilenko.jpg" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roger Federer&lt;/em&gt; VS&lt;em&gt; Rafael Nadal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;one of the greatest, classiest tennis players&lt;/span&gt; to grace the planet. The &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;other is a raging, dynamic tennis player &lt;/span&gt;at the top of the game. If I really had to choose between either champion, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would choose ANDY RODDICK over and over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMEB2YI5rXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/-dy6lnDIhp0/s1600-h/Andy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242473474940317042" style="CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMEB2YI5rXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/-dy6lnDIhp0/s320/Andy.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;USA&lt;/em&gt; VS &lt;em&gt;China&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not even going to attempt to give my views on this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coke VS Pepsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There is a difference!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke is actually heavier, sweeter then Pepsi is. But both pack enough punch to keep your sugar levels high.&lt;br /&gt;Both have &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;equally impressive marketing campaigns&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Both their “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lights&lt;/span&gt;” are &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Both their &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;additional flavors kind of suck&lt;/span&gt;, “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vanilla Coke, Coke Zero, Pepsi Twist, Pepsi Lime&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think we are dead even here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMECgYdyDqI/AAAAAAAAAeU/vyiDSxHcrYY/s1600-h/Coke01.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242474196582403746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" height="106" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMECgYdyDqI/AAAAAAAAAeU/vyiDSxHcrYY/s320/Coke01.png" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMECgfFAm6I/AAAAAAAAAec/WaE0vjHOXu8/s1600-h/Pepsi.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242474198357547938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMECgfFAm6I/AAAAAAAAAec/WaE0vjHOXu8/s320/Pepsi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What other good rivalries are there out there….?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-7670091654361700282?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/7670091654361700282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=7670091654361700282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/7670091654361700282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/7670091654361700282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-rival.html' title='&quot;MY RIVAL&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SMD8u5LGHqI/AAAAAAAAAck/GqxKxFvPJ50/s72-c/McDonalds05' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-4137065110443682907</id><published>2008-09-05T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:24:01.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"APOLOGIZE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never knew how related &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Apologize” by One Republic&lt;/span&gt; was to me. This would have been the perfect song to play when I officially broke off with you about 1.5 years back. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fm0T7_SGee4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fm0T7_SGee4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“I’m holding on your rope, got me 10 feet off the ground,”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;How true, I keep holding onto the rope you threw me. I kept trying to hang onto every rare opportunity not to give you up. I thought it was truly my fault for you leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“And I’m hearing what you say, but I just can’t make a sound,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When you dropped the bomb on me, that you could be carrying something which can’t possibly be mine, what do you expect me to say? Did you really expect me to open my arms and welcome you back after leaving me to pick up the broken pieces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You tell me that you need me then you go and cut me down,”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really manipulated the whole situation. You really made me think that you were the 1st person I will give a 2nd chance to. And you turned it around and gave me a literal slap in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“But wait, you tell me that you’re sorry, didn’t think I’d turn around and say,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You really thought that after you screwed up 2 chances I’ll give you a 3rd? Can you honestly tell me that you are all grown up now? All that begging and crying is falling on deaf ears babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“That it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late. I said it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late. Yeah!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don’t bother apologizing because all your past apologies obviously didn’t mean a thing to you. Now, you don’t mean a thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’d take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did. I took many chances for you. I took a fall for you. I took a shot for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I need you like a heart needs a beat, but it’s nothing new.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew that. Everyone knew that. It really is nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I loved you with a fire red, now it’s turning blue.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This line just says it all. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“And you say sorry like an angel, heaven let me think was you, but I’m afraid,”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You threw what you could to try and get into my good books. The angelic, innocent look doesn’t work on me no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said and done, the past is the past. What you did, and what you do now will not and will never concern me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I do wish you all the best with your new life and his life, maybe now you will be able to grow up. Let him be a reminder of your past and move onto a better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and forget as they always say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ll never forget you. But I’ll never forgive you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-4137065110443682907?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/4137065110443682907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=4137065110443682907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/4137065110443682907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/4137065110443682907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/09/apologize.html' title='&quot;APOLOGIZE&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-2205454221981828860</id><published>2008-09-04T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T02:08:27.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"JERKS OF ATTENTION"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;“All guys are jerks!”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have heard this phrase oh so many times but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;are we really jerks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let me be the subject of discussion. I’ll take the full beating but let’s just &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;test the theory&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;have dated many girls&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Most of them are not serious&lt;/span&gt; and truthfully I have had only &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 serious relationships&lt;/span&gt;. Let’s turn back time, I remember had my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;first crush&lt;/span&gt; when I was &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 years old&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(in 4th Grade ISB) for this girl named &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amy Cheng&lt;/span&gt;. I had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my first girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; when I was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11 years old&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my first serious relationship&lt;/span&gt; when I was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12 years old&lt;/span&gt; with this girl named &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11 years later&lt;/span&gt; and I’ve been in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 other serious relationships&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Charlene, Shermaine and Jen&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;countless other non-serious ones&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; girls I dated non-seriously are those&lt;/span&gt; who I met randomly, go on a couple of dates and then ones I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;got them interested, I dump them&lt;/span&gt;. That I admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the 4 girls &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’ve dated seriously and of which I was fully committed&lt;/span&gt; in all and I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;didn’t fool around&lt;/span&gt;. Yet the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;last 3 broke my heart&lt;/span&gt; and ended nastily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can you say this is karma&lt;/span&gt;? Some of my friends do think so. Most of my friends just think &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m unlucky&lt;/span&gt;. As &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt; always says, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“Darren you are just damn unlucky when it comes to girls”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yet could I be that unlucky if I constantly date girls, lead them on and then dump them. Then get dumped by the girls I’m serious about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in my defence&lt;/span&gt;, I wouldn’t say I’m a player and leading a girl on and then dumping them heartlessly. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the contrary&lt;/span&gt;, I’m actually saving them the trouble of getting deep into the relationship then I tell them, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“I don’t think we are right for each other.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Let’s all be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;truthful with each other&lt;/span&gt; (Guys and girls alike). Let’s put it in this scenario, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I meet a girl (Online, or through friends, or in school) and the 1st impression she gives me is that she’s in line with the type of girls I take an interest to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I get to know her, we talk, go on dates. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After awhile, I realize, she is a good girl, but just not good enough for me. And I only know this when I get to know her better after the dates.&lt;/span&gt; That’s when I say IT’S OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the point of dating?&lt;/span&gt; To get to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;know someone better to see if he or she in my case is someone I would really be serious about&lt;/span&gt;. You can’t fall in love with a person with immediate effect. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don’t believe in love at first sight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I break up&lt;/span&gt; with the girls because &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don’t love them enough to be serious about them.&lt;/span&gt; And I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never say “I LOVE U” to someone I don’t or not serious about&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be fair, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;girls do this too&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Don’t deny&lt;/span&gt; this girls, because I know plenty of girls who date guys, lead the guys on and then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dump them or pull the trigger before it can go any deeper.&lt;/span&gt; I’m sure one of the reasons why is that after awhile, you realize the guy&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; isn’t right for you&lt;/span&gt;. Am I not right to point out this statement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So is it really fair and justifiable to claim that “All guys are jerks!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-2205454221981828860?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/2205454221981828860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=2205454221981828860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/2205454221981828860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/2205454221981828860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/09/jerks-of-attention.html' title='&quot;JERKS OF ATTENTION&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-910042100556942791</id><published>2008-09-04T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:58:11.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I NEED A GIRL" PART 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girls are like tin cans, easy to find yet hard to open”: Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;first part&lt;/span&gt; as you guys can see&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (Post below)&lt;/span&gt; was with regards to how girls are easy to find, like tin cans. Now comes the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;second part, perhaps much more serious&lt;/span&gt; than the first part was; girls are like tin cans, hard to open.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;girls, and yes guys I’m sure you agree&lt;/span&gt;, they are just like tin cans, hard to open.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you open a tin can, generally you would &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;need a can opener&lt;/span&gt; or a device close to a can opener. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now just so we are clear, since &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have unfortunately mentioned that this argument is more serious than the first one was, let’s just stay in context when I say that a&lt;/span&gt; can opener is needed to open a girl; I mean opening their minds and hearts, AND NOT other parts of the body which can also be opened with a specific kind of can opener. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright ladies, help us guys out a little here. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why are you so hard to open?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Admittedly, I’m pretty sure many of you girls do so to guard yourself for you were once a victim of opening too much to a guy who ended up breaking your heart. Yeah I admit, I’ve been guilty of doing so too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But come on, don’t give me that&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; bullshit that all of you girls went through the same thing.&lt;/span&gt; I’m sure even if you did have similar experiences, you did pull the same stunt on another guy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And even if a guy seems to have gotten the right “can-opener”, he has to be careful not to cut himself just after he removes the lid. Cause sometimes it seems the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;girl may have been showing some sort of interest in you&lt;/span&gt; and starts opening up a little, she &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suddenly pulls back&lt;/span&gt; and says, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“Woah I think it’s best if we remain friends. I don’t really have any feelings for you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this proves that even if a guy has seemingly successfully opened a girl, it doesn’t necessary mean that he girl is open to him. Literally. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what exactly is a guy to do? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What exactly are we to do…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-910042100556942791?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/910042100556942791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=910042100556942791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/910042100556942791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/910042100556942791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-girl-part-2.html' title='&quot;I NEED A GIRL&quot; PART 2'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-1761357594612054280</id><published>2008-09-04T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:51:57.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I NEED A GIRL" PART 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Girls are like tin cans, easy to find yet hard to open.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This thought just came about randomly whilst my buddies and I were cruising on the highway. We saw a truck load of paint and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt; basically said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Girls are like tin cans, easy to find,”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; duly finished the sentenced, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“yet hard to open…” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m going to separate this discussion into &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 parts&lt;/span&gt;. Obviously, the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st part&lt;/span&gt; is with regards to girls are like tin cans cause they are easy to find. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tin cans, you can find it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all over the place.&lt;/span&gt; Supermarkets, hypermarkets, homes, kitchens, rubbish dumps, high-end shops, paint shops, etc. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basically, there are a variety of tin cans and its uses. Similarly, we have all sorts of girls in “sunny” Singapore!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you love girls like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jennifer Aniston, Angelina Jolie, Gisele Bundchen, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. like I do, well buddy, you are looking at the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wrong country!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SL-eKY_G4kI/AAAAAAAAAbk/8oW7l8g_N0k/s1600-h/Jennifer+Aniston+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242082392625570370" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="279" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SL-eKY_G4kI/AAAAAAAAAbk/8oW7l8g_N0k/s320/Jennifer+Aniston+2.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SL-eKu1psWI/AAAAAAAAAb0/PmIlIancZUw/s1600-h/Angelina+Jolie+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242082398491488610" style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="278" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SL-eKu1psWI/AAAAAAAAAb0/PmIlIancZUw/s320/Angelina+Jolie+1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do have other girls who are hot though, let’s see… ahhh yes, our girls from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NUS&lt;/span&gt;. Majority of the girls (if you are at the right faculty) are &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;smart, hot, independent, fun-loving and did I mention intelligent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If girls who like their &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gucci’s and Prada’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; interest you, then just look no further then downtown &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Orchard Road&lt;/span&gt;, or more specifically, Takashimaya and Paragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love girls who &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dress for the right occasion, stylish, on the whole intelligent, can pay for their own things, great dances, hot bodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;; the place to be is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zouk&lt;/span&gt; (Ladies Night doesn’t count!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s not forget our sophisticated girls (with tight skirts) strutting their stuff at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Raffles, Tanjong Pagar and City Hall&lt;/span&gt;! They didn’t get where they are by chance (Well most of them anyways). &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They got the brains and the money&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;American girls,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as in seriously American girls then just head on down to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DBL O&lt;/span&gt;. They aren’t Maria Sharapova or Beyonce but hey, American girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the “OMG, I’m like so fucking hot so I like &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don’t have to use my brains and yet guys still love my ass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;” kind of girls, than just head on down to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOS&lt;/span&gt; (Yes “Ministry of Sound”). They seem to have infiltrated that particular area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If girls with big ass, hot bodies, intelligence, money or style don’t attract you, then I suggest you see a psychiatrist.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously dude what’s wrong with you?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, there are also these girls who do attract few guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually its &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;quite easy to spot them&lt;/span&gt; since they have extremely &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thick yet cheap makeup on, ridiculously out of style skinny jeans, and a boring or senseless t-shirt with hair ironed so straight even a ruler is curved compared to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girls actually &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;possess a trait&lt;/span&gt; that the girls above do not. If you can’t spot them, you can &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;definitely hear them&lt;/span&gt;. Their &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;broken, pathetic English mixed with half-past 6 Chinese and occasional Hokkien are uniquely theirs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They should be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, don’t even think about thinking you are a very stylish, or intelligent, or eloquent kind of girl. You are not. PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;damn weird guy or just a fella who is perfectly incapable of getting a girl even at the lowest social structure of society (Reference to the unique girls)&lt;/span&gt; then well, I guess there’s just one more group of girls for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If girls who are filthy cheap. You can easily pick your choice by the side of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Geylang Lorong 16.&lt;/span&gt; Trust me; they are definitely &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;filthy AND cheap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, it is so true,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; “Girls are like tin cans, so easy to find yet hard to open.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(1)The girls described here are based on personal experiences, sights and sounds and are not meant to stereotype anybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2) I'm not a sexist either&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S tin cans are recyclable too! haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SL-eKuPzmkI/AAAAAAAAAbs/8nFQqBDg6aM/s1600-h/Jennifer+Aniston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242082398332754498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SL-eKuPzmkI/AAAAAAAAAbs/8nFQqBDg6aM/s320/Jennifer+Aniston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SL-eK0VuHKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/0xlwytoOhI0/s1600-h/Angelina+Jolie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242082399968173218" style="CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SL-eK0VuHKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/0xlwytoOhI0/s320/Angelina+Jolie+2.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pics curteousy from &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;http://www.google.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-1761357594612054280?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/1761357594612054280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=1761357594612054280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/1761357594612054280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/1761357594612054280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-girl-part-1.html' title='&quot;I NEED A GIRL&quot; PART 1'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SL-eKY_G4kI/AAAAAAAAAbk/8oW7l8g_N0k/s72-c/Jennifer+Aniston+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-7290925043956209037</id><published>2008-09-04T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:22:58.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"NO AIR"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Let me clear the air for everybody.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; first thing I look for in a girl&lt;/span&gt;, in any kind of girl, is how she carries herself. Meaning, I see how she &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dresses&lt;/span&gt;, how she &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;carries herself&lt;/span&gt; and how she &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;behaves&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I admit that I’m &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;extremely anal&lt;/span&gt; with regards to the kind of girl that I will truly serious about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl I’m dating can be &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweet, hot and intelligent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; if they can’t &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dress up when I’m out with them, or can’t carry herself “lady-like”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when we are together, than that girl is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not going to last&lt;/span&gt; long with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I don’t mean that I’m looking for an ultra-sophisticated looking girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For example&lt;/span&gt; if I’m going to town, I would wear at least a t-shirt, jeans (or berms) and always shoes. Casual, comfortable but more importantly, properly dressed for the right time and place. You will not catch me wearing slippers or something I would wear to the 7-11 across my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I am mortified when my friends meet me town in an ugly t-shirt, shorts and slippers. So can you imagine my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mortification&lt;/span&gt; if the girl I’m dating dresses too casually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about dressing at the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;right time, for the right place and right occasion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah basically the girl I will ever be serious about would be for a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;girl with class&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I do have&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;extremely high standards&lt;/span&gt; in the girls I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And to the girls I have dated and then dumped, you just weren’t good enough for me. I’m sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-7290925043956209037?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/7290925043956209037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=7290925043956209037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/7290925043956209037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/7290925043956209037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-air.html' title='&quot;NO AIR&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-3736655083120099127</id><published>2008-09-04T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:13:36.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"IMPOSSIBLE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is one of my favorite slogans of all time, great marketing strategy too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Adidas’ famous “Impossible is Nothing!” slogan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Impossible is just a word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world that have been given than to explore the power they have to change it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Impossible is not a fact, it’s an opinion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Impossible is not a declaration, it’s a dare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Impossible is potential. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Impossible is temporary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Impossible is nothing!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-3736655083120099127?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/3736655083120099127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=3736655083120099127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/3736655083120099127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/3736655083120099127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/09/impossible.html' title='&quot;IMPOSSIBLE&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-1243142662171916541</id><published>2008-09-02T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:12:27.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"YOUNG, DUMB AND UGLY"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think this is pretty amusing. This is pretty much an ugly side of tennis but Juan Martin Del Potro is freakingly childish! I sure hope Andy Murray kicks his ugly ass in the US OPEN Quarterfinals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/muM-UQc_Tnk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/muM-UQc_Tnk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-1243142662171916541?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/1243142662171916541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=1243142662171916541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/1243142662171916541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/1243142662171916541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/09/young-dumb-and-ugly.html' title='&quot;YOUNG, DUMB AND UGLY&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-286694930597100002</id><published>2008-09-02T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:57:35.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"RACIST SOCIETY"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'VE GOT A QUESTION. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT'S ONLY A QUESTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IF EVERYBODY WAS OF THE SAME COLORED SKIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOULD THERE STILL BE RACISM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/36472236-286694930597100002?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/286694930597100002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=286694930597100002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/286694930597100002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/286694930597100002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/09/racist-society.html' title='&quot;RACIST SOCIETY&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-8183691395016302232</id><published>2008-09-02T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:37:16.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"RUNNING FREE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLzrFsahdNI/AAAAAAAAAbE/UDoc8nU-fTg/s1600-h/Nike+Human+Race+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241322549406692562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLzrFsahdNI/AAAAAAAAAbE/UDoc8nU-fTg/s320/Nike+Human+Race+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLzrGIoMOOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/jn2GpbEt4zY/s1600-h/Nike+Human+Race+11.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241322556980213986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLzrGIoMOOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/jn2GpbEt4zY/s320/Nike+Human+Race+11.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhhh as promised earlier, I would update you guys on how the race went.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLzrFuPGF5I/AAAAAAAAAbM/IZEihZ3cZOw/s1600-h/Nike+Human+Race+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241322549895632786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLzrFuPGF5I/AAAAAAAAAbM/IZEihZ3cZOw/s320/Nike+Human+Race+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The Day the World Stopped To Run"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the route of the race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLzrF1RnsQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/gVv2m9JtHfw/s1600-h/Nike+Human+Race+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241322551785271554" style="WIDTH: 444px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" height="249" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLzrF1RnsQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/gVv2m9JtHfw/s320/Nike+Human+Race+10.jpg" width="494" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was one hell of a great day to run considering the weather of late has been pretty fucked up. Could be the time of the month for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Mother Nature”&lt;/span&gt; or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rain. Sun. Rain. Sun. Wind. Rain. Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous weather. But that day was pretty much perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLzmNNuIFjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/q5-cgZ_p6-U/s1600-h/DSC00621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241317181048231474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLzmNNuIFjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/q5-cgZ_p6-U/s320/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started at the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2nd Flag-Off 4.45pm @ Esplanade Bridge.&lt;/span&gt; Considering we started at the end of the race, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;we actually finished in 1 hour 07 mins and I'm ranked 3,156 out of 10,000 runners. Kenneth was 2 secs behind me and ranked 3,159.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLzmMoOBsVI/AAAAAAAAAac/hD2r2IaPjZo/s1600-h/Nike+Human+Race+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241317170981482834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLzmMoOBsVI/AAAAAAAAAac/hD2r2IaPjZo/s320/Nike+Human+Race+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes amazingly &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didn't stop running &lt;/span&gt;throughout the 10km run except at certain points of the race where there were bottlenecks and everyone was stuck and couldn't move. Seriously couldn't move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIKE could have done a little better in that part especially in the beginning where they only blocked up one lane and everybody was crashing into each other in all directions. And we had to stop for a red-light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can u believe that?! We are running a marathon here and we have to stop for a red-light!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall it was pretty good considering I didn't even train at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as I mentioned earlier, I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; told you my race (bib) number was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;0808080&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and let me stress once again how lucky I was as it was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chosen at random. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everybody who saw it was like “WOAH! OMG! WOAH”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLzmMxUjY0I/AAAAAAAAAas/j5wNNDBdtEU/s1600-h/Nike+Human+Race+04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241317173424776002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px" height="321" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLzmMxUjY0I/AAAAAAAAAas/j5wNNDBdtEU/s320/Nike+Human+Race+04.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLzmMnySvsI/AAAAAAAAAak/1V9tcijqg9c/s1600-h/Nike+Human+Race+03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241317170865159874" style="CURSOR: hand" height="321" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLzmMnySvsI/AAAAAAAAAak/1V9tcijqg9c/s320/Nike+Human+Race+03.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I only have one response to them... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOO DAMN BAD SUCKERS! I GOT THE NUMBER AND U DIDN'T! HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, I'm still surviving as you can see. I want to run again next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLzmNNY1p8I/AAAAAAAAAa0/tSdB5-8gihI/s1600-h/Nike+Human+Race+06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241317180958943170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLzmNNY1p8I/AAAAAAAAAa0/tSdB5-8gihI/s320/Nike+Human+Race+06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLzrGIoMOOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/jn2GpbEt4zY/s1600-h/Nike+Human+Race+11.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-8183691395016302232?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/8183691395016302232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=8183691395016302232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/8183691395016302232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/8183691395016302232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/09/running-free.html' title='&quot;RUNNING FREE&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLzrFsahdNI/AAAAAAAAAbE/UDoc8nU-fTg/s72-c/Nike+Human+Race+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-9061736132991208741</id><published>2008-08-26T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T03:46:01.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"RUNNING"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so looking forward to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NIKE HUMAN RACE 10K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;event taking place on the 31 August 2008. I'm running with 9,999 other Singaporeans, along with other people around the world all in the name of charity. Of the 3 charities I think I chose to donate to the World Wildlife Foundation “WWF”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other cities involved in the run together with us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMSTERDAM&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AUSTIN&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOGOTA&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BUENOS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AIRES&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CARACAS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CHICAGO&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ISTANBUL&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;JOHANNESBURG&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIMA&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LONDON&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANGELES&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MADRID&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MELBOURNE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MEXICO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CITY&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MONTEVIDEO&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MOSCOW&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUNICH&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;YORK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CITY&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PARIS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;QUITO&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROME&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SANTIAGO&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAULO&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SEOUL&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHANGHAI&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SINGAPORE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAIPEI&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TOKYO&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VANCOUVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what, I swear I'm not lying but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my jersey number is 0808080. I SWEAR&lt;/span&gt;! You can come down to the Esplanade on Sunday 31 August 2008 if you don't believe me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, I'll talk more about the event after I'm done running! Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE I TOLD YOU MY RACE KIT NUMBER ON MY JERSEY IS 0808080&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPebKaZHjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/HeN6wTrOoc0/s1600-h/DSC00599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238775349794905650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPebKaZHjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/HeN6wTrOoc0/s320/DSC00599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S JUST A LITTLE PROMO PIC I PUT TOGETHER. DIDN'T HAVE MUCH TIME BUT HERE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPea0y0I4I/AAAAAAAAATs/zzn_T-0Uqw0/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238775343991759746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPea0y0I4I/AAAAAAAAATs/zzn_T-0Uqw0/s320/DSC00601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-9061736132991208741?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/9061736132991208741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=9061736132991208741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/9061736132991208741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/9061736132991208741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/08/running.html' title='&quot;RUNNING&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPebKaZHjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/HeN6wTrOoc0/s72-c/DSC00599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-212886797809836753</id><published>2008-08-26T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T03:24:27.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"HAPPY BIRTHDAY" Sammers' 21st After Party @ DBL O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once again, another one of us turns &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 21st Birthday Samantha Soh a.k.a “Sammers”.&lt;br /&gt;Our beloved Chicken Little from SP Tennis Team is officially an adult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The after party was at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DBL O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And in attendance: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me, Sara, Huas, Kenji, Jeanne. Sammers&lt;/span&gt; was there obviously but she was splitting time between us and her other group of friends haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways here are the photos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the 6 of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPKWhV29RI/AAAAAAAAAQc/pu-fxWWzK2E/s1600-h/sammer+bday+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238753279818003730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPKWhV29RI/AAAAAAAAAQc/pu-fxWWzK2E/s320/sammer+bday+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thumbs up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPKHUBgKZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/FE5QN6ln0Bg/s1600-h/Sammer+bday+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238753018544925074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPKHUBgKZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/FE5QN6ln0Bg/s320/Sammer+bday+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenji &amp;amp; Jeanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPOwoaFm2I/AAAAAAAAATE/WTWjzXx89vQ/s1600-h/sammer+bday+32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238758126437899106" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="178" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPOwoaFm2I/AAAAAAAAATE/WTWjzXx89vQ/s320/sammer+bday+32.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPMPVwXDVI/AAAAAAAAAQk/m_-F9eqBN7s/s1600-h/sammer+bday+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238755355472104786" style="CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPMPVwXDVI/AAAAAAAAAQk/m_-F9eqBN7s/s320/sammer+bday+7.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenji has one hell of a big mouth! Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPOZQ1LpSI/AAAAAAAAAS8/E5X74ygOsFc/s1600-h/sammer+bday+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238757724972098850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPOZQ1LpSI/AAAAAAAAAS8/E5X74ygOsFc/s320/sammer+bday+31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPM2vLTVZI/AAAAAAAAARM/nDY3T67LeMU/s1600-h/sammer+bday+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238756032310891922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPM2vLTVZI/AAAAAAAAARM/nDY3T67LeMU/s320/sammer+bday+13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We partied with Sammers' hot friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPKH_JLWEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/bUtbfwvK_LI/s1600-h/sammer+bday+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238753030119839810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPKH_JLWEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/bUtbfwvK_LI/s320/sammer+bday+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our life of the party, Huas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPOwieWzOI/AAAAAAAAATM/krmMAcEH1Os/s1600-h/sammer+bday+33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238758124845190370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPOwieWzOI/AAAAAAAAATM/krmMAcEH1Os/s320/sammer+bday+33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See what I mean, even Kenji wants a mouthful of him! HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPOYpk9UbI/AAAAAAAAASc/DvRdhjNEcx4/s1600-h/sammer+bday+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238757714435068338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPOYpk9UbI/AAAAAAAAASc/DvRdhjNEcx4/s320/sammer+bday+27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait. Even I did! SHIT! Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPN-nKYxlI/AAAAAAAAASU/KvQD6v7NEJI/s1600-h/sammer+bday+26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238757267110151762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPN-nKYxlI/AAAAAAAAASU/KvQD6v7NEJI/s320/sammer+bday+26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 3 musketeers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPN-upYQSI/AAAAAAAAASM/cRd-U704hh0/s1600-h/sammer+bday+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238757269119189282" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="221" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPN-upYQSI/AAAAAAAAASM/cRd-U704hh0/s320/sammer+bday+24.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPN-eU7V1I/AAAAAAAAASE/gmCmywnN8cQ/s1600-h/sammer+bday+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238757264738441042" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="191" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPN-eU7V1I/AAAAAAAAASE/gmCmywnN8cQ/s320/sammer+bday+23.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To Sara: YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO TAKE THE TEQUILLA SHOTS! NOT AN UNGLAM CANDID SHOT OF ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPM288nM1I/AAAAAAAAARU/tCClSjsdfqA/s1600-h/sammer+bday+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238756036007375698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPM288nM1I/AAAAAAAAARU/tCClSjsdfqA/s320/sammer+bday+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My 2 best SP Tennis buddies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPOw2vMrOI/AAAAAAAAATU/tfuo5PWasq4/s1600-h/sammer+bday+34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238758130284539106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPOw2vMrOI/AAAAAAAAATU/tfuo5PWasq4/s320/sammer+bday+34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPMP-lzi8I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/UkVFfxUTNW0/s1600-h/sammer+bday+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238755366433688514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPMP-lzi8I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/UkVFfxUTNW0/s320/sammer+bday+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even the camera knows I'm a ladies' man HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPM3Fj_VfI/AAAAAAAAARs/hMEe86smraM/s1600-h/sammer+bday+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238756038320018930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPM3Fj_VfI/AAAAAAAAARs/hMEe86smraM/s320/sammer+bday+19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sara &amp;amp; Huas again! Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPMPoIg9GI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/tK-WN9TF58c/s1600-h/sammer+bday+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238755360405255266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPMPoIg9GI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/tK-WN9TF58c/s320/sammer+bday+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our solo shots with the Birthday Girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPOZHmMjbI/AAAAAAAAASs/ULYxZrPVSDc/s1600-h/sammer+bday+29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238757722493324722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPOZHmMjbI/AAAAAAAAASs/ULYxZrPVSDc/s320/sammer+bday+29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPOYwsKP_I/AAAAAAAAASk/k_-AwuNWHpM/s1600-h/sammer+bday+28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238757716344324082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPOYwsKP_I/AAAAAAAAASk/k_-AwuNWHpM/s320/sammer+bday+28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You realize Kenji likes to open his mouth when he takes pictures... Here's another one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPOxBlxD1I/AAAAAAAAATk/AL9HjlW9tps/s1600-h/sammer+bday+36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238758133197770578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPOxBlxD1I/AAAAAAAAATk/AL9HjlW9tps/s320/sammer+bday+36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What can I say? No really. What can I say...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPM249eC3I/AAAAAAAAARc/KuHKlS13XNE/s1600-h/sammer+bday+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238756034937228146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPM249eC3I/AAAAAAAAARc/KuHKlS13XNE/s320/sammer+bday+17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPM3GW53GI/AAAAAAAAARk/bHRwzbK5e5I/s1600-h/sammer+bday+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238756038533569634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPM3GW53GI/AAAAAAAAARk/bHRwzbK5e5I/s320/sammer+bday+18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's just one fantastic lookin gal haha! Even the camera refuses to take anyone but her! Ahhh don't have any ideas fellas', she's taken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPOw-O227I/AAAAAAAAATc/5zJbrxGfwV8/s1600-h/sammer+bday+35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238758132296375218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPOw-O227I/AAAAAAAAATc/5zJbrxGfwV8/s320/sammer+bday+35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only girl I will never chase! Our friendship is too special and great for anybody else to understand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPMPU9MCSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/DuHpt5rkbEs/s1600-h/sammer+bday+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238755355257473314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPMPU9MCSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/DuHpt5rkbEs/s320/sammer+bday+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPOZNjJ9_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/FbDm9U4mcwU/s1600-h/sammer+bday+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238757724091185138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPOZNjJ9_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/FbDm9U4mcwU/s320/sammer+bday+30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uhm. I'm still trying to figure out what the hell we are all looking at. Sara care to help us?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPMP0z9xoI/AAAAAAAAARE/oDih9t2XwXI/s1600-h/sammer+bday+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238755363808724610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPMP0z9xoI/AAAAAAAAARE/oDih9t2XwXI/s320/sammer+bday+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh maybe we were all looking at that weird looking guy with the mole on his face IN OUR PICTURE. The guy in the top left hand corner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPKHphuRFI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gl6mOr_aEM4/s1600-h/Sammer+bday+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238753024317211730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPKHphuRFI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gl6mOr_aEM4/s320/Sammer+bday+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is to great friends, happy times, unforgettable moments; This is to the best friends of SP Tennis ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPKH-Nu9SI/AAAAAAAAAQM/TnUHBeFS2Gc/s1600-h/sammer+bday+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238753029870515490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPKH-Nu9SI/AAAAAAAAAQM/TnUHBeFS2Gc/s320/sammer+bday+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPKHjZLsRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BSt_WOFotq4/s1600-h/sammer+bday+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238753022670778642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPKHjZLsRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BSt_WOFotq4/s320/sammer+bday+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to our perfect lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPN9_MnvEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/fgjXyknw6PI/s1600-h/sammer+bday+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238757256382102594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPN9_MnvEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/fgjXyknw6PI/s320/sammer+bday+22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are the definition of great friends and to think this is not our full strength! We have a big, homely squad... Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-212886797809836753?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/212886797809836753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=212886797809836753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/212886797809836753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/212886797809836753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-sammers-21st-after-party.html' title='&quot;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&quot; Sammers&apos; 21st After Party @ DBL O'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SLPKWhV29RI/AAAAAAAAAQc/pu-fxWWzK2E/s72-c/sammer+bday+16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-1234095024344048921</id><published>2008-08-26T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T01:14:17.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"HILARIOUS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found this extremly hilarious clip on youtube you guys have to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AB-SO-Fuckin-Lutely watch... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember the 100m Butterfly race Michaelf Phelps won in Beijing by 0.01 sec over the Serbian dude. Well if you enjoyed the race, you'll defintely enjoy this more haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please sit on a chair where you won't fall of laughing...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AhjwnsVUeto&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AhjwnsVUeto&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-1234095024344048921?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/1234095024344048921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=1234095024344048921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/1234095024344048921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/1234095024344048921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/08/hilarious.html' title='&quot;HILARIOUS&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-1603714410888434135</id><published>2008-08-25T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:57:31.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"FRIENDS FOREVER" Theme from 2008 Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2008 Beijing Olympics&lt;/span&gt; have been concluded...&lt;br /&gt;Lets all applaud everybody on a job well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, especially the sports people. Come on. They trained hard for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 years for this 1 big moment.&lt;/span&gt; As a sportsman, I know how it feels like, especially if you come out of the Olympics with a medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest, I was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a little skeptical in the beginning&lt;/span&gt; that the Chinese could pull off something spectacular. I was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;proven wrong.&lt;/span&gt; They put on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one of the best&lt;/span&gt; shows in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations. I'm impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I can't wait for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;London 2012.&lt;/span&gt; And I wanna go watch it in person haha!&lt;br /&gt;Anybody interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anyways these are some of my personal best moments of the Olympics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;1.It has to be Michael Phelps. Come on... 8 swimming golds, 7 world records. Especially the 100m Butterfly race, that was jaw-dropping damnit... He is the athletic of the Olympics man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cw0e4pvPmRI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cw0e4pvPmRI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/emzsB1b2cWw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/emzsB1b2cWw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;2.You've got to admit, the lighting of Olympic torch was pretty awesome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ds6YWLnIy7I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ds6YWLnIy7I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;3.Ok how can I not include one of our proudest moments in Singapore's sporting history. Finally we won another medal. Our women's table tennis team rocks... Though ironically all 3 are made in China. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FE8ESQwuo4M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FE8ESQwuo4M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6TJsyCLpWc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6TJsyCLpWc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;4.I'm not really into athletics and all but you got to admit, when that bolt of lightning struck... you can't really not watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vusuGS9vsDk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vusuGS9vsDk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;5.“The Chinese sure know how to put on the best fireworks”. Singapore Fireworks Festival, please take note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6u97a3X65qA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6u97a3X65qA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;6.I love tennis very much. And I think Federer is one of the greatest player there is, but I'm not that much of a fan so I was kind of happy Blake won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vWTZf2UImvM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vWTZf2UImvM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well obviously there were plenty more best moments at the Olympics but I can't find a good enough link so I think I shall just mention it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7.Finally Brazil Volleyball's team won the elusive Olympic Gold medal against the USA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8.Sorry but I was damn happy China didn't sweep the Olympic Diving Medals. CONGRATULATIONS MATTHEW MITCHAM that was bloody brilliant diving from you dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Az4w32d20SY"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Az4w32d20SY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9.Tao Li is the 5th best butterfly woman swimmer in the world. That's something to be proud off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10. Elena Dementieva won the gold. About time she won something big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YEAH CANT WAIT FOR LONDON 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-1603714410888434135?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/1603714410888434135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=1603714410888434135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/1603714410888434135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/1603714410888434135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends-forever-theme-from-2008.html' title='&quot;FRIENDS FOREVER&quot; Theme from 2008 Olympics'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-8605753356190429025</id><published>2008-08-25T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:30:44.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"WEEDS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“A weed in a general sense is a plant that is considered by the user of the term to be a nuisance.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our lives are like gardens. Just think about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are a variety of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;flowers&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Roses, Lilies, Dandelions, Sunflowers and even Rafflesia, etc.&lt;/span&gt;) which actually&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; represents our friends&lt;/span&gt;. The different friends we have around us. I'm sure some of my friends are like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Roses'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; – sweet, loving people. Then there are some who are like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Rosmarinus'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; – unassuming, trusty friends. Hell I'm even sure I have some friends who are like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Rafflesia'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; – smelly, big mouth but ultimately still my friends. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trees&lt;/span&gt; are like our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt;, strong and always there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;“birds and the bees”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt; in our lives. Wait did I say &lt;em&gt;“birds and the bees”&lt;/em&gt;! I meant &lt;em&gt;“birds and the butterflies”.&lt;/em&gt; Ever sexy, sweetening our life AND always in abundance. HAHA oops! Come on girls, you know I'm just joking. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sun, rain, wind, and even snow&lt;/span&gt; pretty much represents the “seasons” we have to go through in our lives. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our ups and downs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But with all the good things in life, there's always something nasty stuck there. In this case, one of the nuisances of a garden comes in the form of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;weeds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Weeds may be unwanted because they are unsightly, or they limit the growth of other plants by blocking light or using up nutrients from the soil. They can also spread pathogens that can infect and degrade the quality of plants. Weeds are also nuisances as it has thorns and prickles, causes skin irritation when come in contact with, and/or parts of the plants may come off and get attached to furs, clothes, etc.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;weeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; describe the many people we defintely have to bump into. They put on a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;front of beauty&lt;/span&gt;. But really inside them, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they are irritants and they block the growth of other people&lt;/span&gt;. They intentionally attach onto you and refuse to get off you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the kind of friends &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who gains your trust&lt;/span&gt; and make you really feel you are his/her best friend, buddy, bff's, girlfriend, etc. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; if you really think about it. You will be able to come up with many, many instances where all they really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;care about is themselves&lt;/span&gt;. You want to get something done, they tell you another time, and eventually, another time never comes. And when THEY want to get something done, they insist you go along with them. You kind of don't have a choice. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You want to meet your friends but they usually come up with very good reasons to convince you to accompany them instead. When you really meet your friends, they start calling asking when you are done. If you don't want to me, they throw a hissy fit. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you find yourself getting trap in this vicious cycle of not being able to do the things you really want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if you point out this or any other selfish instances to them, they will raise their voice and start giving some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bullshit of a reason&lt;/span&gt; to counter back at you to make it seem it really is your fault and not theirs. And they come up with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt; instances to say how much they have done for you. When really, the rest of the world knows that is not true. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every sense of they way, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;they are hypocrites&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;irony&lt;/span&gt; is that they usually &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tell you they hate hypocrites&lt;/span&gt;. But that's because they are too much in self-denial to figure out that the ultimate hypocrite is the one who say he isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let me give you an example,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I once had a friend (wait. I have plenty of related examples but different scenarios and different people) who made me believe that I was his good friend. But what kind of good friend would you be if you pay for everything because he is totally incapable of securing a steady job or education and he promises to pay you back when really he doesn't. And everytime you meet (which can be as often as everyday) he talks about his life, dreams, goals, ex girlfriend, family and when you try to say something, he cuts you off. Then he starts saying that he is the one whose always there listening to me talk about my crazy ex girlfriend. Do you see the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HYPOCRACY&lt;/span&gt; of it all here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Or when he convinces you to tell your mother to pay for his laptop for his school purposes and that he will pay her back a certain amount every month when in actual fact it has been more than a year and he hasn't bothered to pay a single cent, AND he has dropped out of the school he was supposed to use the laptop for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, there comes a certain point in your life &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you got to seize control of your own destiny. &lt;/span&gt;I think I have had enough of the nice guy because everybody seems to want to jump all over me. Well guess what, no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live the life I had always dream of. I want to do the things I want to do. And to do that I have to get rid of the “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WEEDS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;” in my life. Or else I'll never be able to move on. It may have taken 21 years to figure that out &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; I sure as hell am glad that I did and its still not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;advice all my true friends&lt;/span&gt; in this situation to do the same. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; live in a self-denial trance. Do things for yourself. Be who you want to be. Trust me it's defintely one hell of a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;load off your shoulders&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And truthfully, honestly, frankly. I have never been happier at where I am in life had I not gotten rid of the many &lt;em&gt;WEEDS &lt;/em&gt;in my life. And I'm finally able to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust yourself. And trust your own instincts. They are usually right.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Definition of weed taken from the very trusted Wikipedia (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weed"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S. Here's a special little message for the &lt;em&gt;WEEDS&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If those reasons are all the reasons you give me about you being a good friend for me. Please do try harder cause those reasons are truly PATHETIC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And if thats all you can threaten me with, please. Do you really think I'm really afraid of you. I already said, what you don't see or know doesn't mean its true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know what's the scary part of it all. Many people know I'm never wrong about things, including you. Which means, You know all that I have said was and is and will always be right.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH before I forget. The real coward is the one who hates cowards because they are too scared to admit that they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-8605753356190429025?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/8605753356190429025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=8605753356190429025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/8605753356190429025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/8605753356190429025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/08/weeds.html' title='&quot;WEEDS&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-8971127356323519402</id><published>2008-08-22T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T03:13:23.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Without You"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIFE IS TOO DAMN SHORT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah I am sure you guys are like, "yakyak, bla bla bla, we have heard this before"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But isn't it funny that only when things start happening to your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friends and family&lt;/span&gt; around you, things that are not suppose to happen in this perfect life of ours. Yet it is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when it strikes, you just seem to have a whole new meaning to that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychologically speaking, it makes perfect sense. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are too human to realize whatis really important in our lives before its really gone. I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ts really taking for granted and not being prepared to face the fact that even the best things in life do come to an end. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or does it have something to do with age? Perhaps as you grow older you tend to cherish more things in life with every year that passes by... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I spent the last 21 years of my life trying to fit in to other peoples' life, trying to figure out what was really important in my life when in actual fact, I already knew. I just couldn't see it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Because of that, I could not take the time to actually enjoy the things that arehappening around me. The sights, the sounds, the people, the experiences. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Good Life" by Jesse McCartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;If I were you I'd be taking it easy kick back and relax for a little while we'll all still be here tomorrow take time just to act like a little child no matter what the world has in store for us you got he ring that better get off us reach out for a comfortable chair rejoyce, throw your arms in the air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(chorus) 'cause it's a good life so why you trippin'? the good life slippin' away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your boss is giving you pressure let go, take a breather in the park You've got to find out what's your pleasure In time you'll be singing like a lark Pretty soon your sorry will chime for all Somebody will heed your call reach out for a comfortable chair rejoyce, throw your arms in the air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(chorus) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trade in some misery for some tender lovin' care Cast aside those cloudy days... Make up your mind to get a whole new lease on life Reach out for a comfortable chair rejoice, throw your arms in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking everything into context, why don't we do the things we want to do? I'm pretty damn sure if we really had things our way, we'll be smelling the air.Throwing our arms in the air (EXCEPT FOR THOSE WHO HAVE BODY ODOUR)... _________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On a private note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dear huda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What is going on with you now is a shocker. None of us could see it coming. Unfortunately, sometimes bad things happen to good people. In your case,a very nasty thing happened to a very GREAT person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But no matter how hard things are going to be, everyone of us (Yes perhapseven your "bestest" friend) are here by your side. Rooting for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As I said to you, you are one of our strongest friends. So even at the hardest moments, just remember to be strong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Everything is going to be fine  yeah! And when you are back to full selfagain, heh heh heh... its party time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And so, just remember... we are all here for you!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-8971127356323519402?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/8971127356323519402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=8971127356323519402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/8971127356323519402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/8971127356323519402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/08/without-you.html' title='&quot;Without You&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-5142877693290142535</id><published>2008-08-22T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T02:35:01.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Anybody"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright people... lets all dust the spiderwebs outta here. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The game is back on. Come on ladies.. lets hussle here! Ain't got all day to rid the dust clinging onto this blog here... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVE IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you guys pretty much know, I'm the kind of person who gives credit where it is due. And I kind of overlooked the next fella's credentials as a respectable songwriter (mostly because he's a GUY and he's MY AGE!)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alas, here's the long overdued credit..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesse McCartney.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not going to explain anything just take a look at the videos and really listen to the lyrics. They actually do mean something! HAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. "Invincible"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's about drink driving. All you drink drivers out there, stop inviting death!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VMAZDOZVm8w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VMAZDOZVm8w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. "Because You Live"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are a 21, generally this song needs no introduction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hs0HELcUYUY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hs0HELcUYUY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. "Bleeding Love"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah man (Please pronounce it the Jamaican way... YAH MA-N)! The year's hottest song or the last 2 years' hottest song written by Jesse McCartney &amp;amp; OneRepublic's lead singer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yOIUv_o-zO8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yOIUv_o-zO8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. "Apologize" (LIVE) Feat OneRepublic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YHrbHE5qcXk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YHrbHE5qcXk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. "Leavin"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS SONG ROCKS! NO PRIZES for guessing which is my favorite song now haha. And it does mean something ok haha... especially for "&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;players like... uh haha no comments"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYMDXK9ZpxQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYMDXK9ZpxQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Beautiful Soul"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come on guys. Who has not heard this song before should have a lightning bolt stuck up ur ass. This song means something to someone for everyone. I'm sure of that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well it means something to me for a certain someone :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tQ44T47Hw6g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tQ44T47Hw6g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-5142877693290142535?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/5142877693290142535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=5142877693290142535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/5142877693290142535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/5142877693290142535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/08/anybody.html' title='&quot;Anybody&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-5175307978713398359</id><published>2008-03-21T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:15:06.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Happy Birthday Blues"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I know, I know.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; My 21st birthday still be at least 52 days away.&lt;/span&gt; But a little head start can't hurt can it? So if lets just assume that all my lovely friends out there do intend to buy me a Birthday present, why not let me make life easy for everyone and just give you guys a shortlist for what I want. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You see at least this way you guys can all start saving some money and you know, when the time comes, splurge like you have never splurge before (On my presents) that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come now, there is no such things as being shy. This is an open society and we must all be open with one another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See what a nice friend I am. I'm saving you'll a huge headache by telling you what I want and at the same time, helping you save time and money! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good friends are hard to find... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here goes the list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS3 Games:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-SlpSjRX0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-tAIUFqDD9Y/s1600-h/WWE.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180447600155909954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-SlpSjRX0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-tAIUFqDD9Y/s320/WWE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-SljCjRXzI/AAAAAAAAAII/hpBo0mJSecY/s1600-h/Timecrisis.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180447492781727538" style="WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="181" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-SljCjRXzI/AAAAAAAAAII/hpBo0mJSecY/s320/Timecrisis.jpg" width="90" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-SleyjRXyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mhWOlV3A5_E/s1600-h/thesimpson.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180447419767283490" style="WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="181" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-SleyjRXyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mhWOlV3A5_E/s320/thesimpson.jpg" width="90" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-SlaijRXxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fqpE_GwuIHw/s1600-h/NeedForSpeed.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180447346752839442" style="CURSOR: hand" height="178" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-SlaijRXxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fqpE_GwuIHw/s320/NeedForSpeed.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-SlWijRXwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/I9lI5x1OhfM/s1600-h/GuitarHeroIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180447278033362690" style="WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="177" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-SlWijRXwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/I9lI5x1OhfM/s320/GuitarHeroIII.jpg" width="90" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-SlSyjRXvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tuXl9CmiMg4/s1600-h/devilmaycry.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180447213608853234" style="WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="173" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-SlSyjRXvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tuXl9CmiMg4/s320/devilmaycry.jpg" width="94" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Left to Right: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;WWE: Raw Vs Smackdown &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Game:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2008 F/ECW" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Time Crisis 4" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Simpsons"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Need For Speed: Carbon" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guitar Hero III:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Legends of Rock" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Devil May Cry 4"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DVDs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-SrIijRX1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/1ofACTFGx_k/s1600-h/DVD1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180453634584960850" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="204" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-SrIijRX1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/1ofACTFGx_k/s320/DVD1.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-SrnijRX2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/3BzoX0BSm10/s1600-h/DVD2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180454167160905570" style="CURSOR: hand" height="189" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-SrnijRX2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/3BzoX0BSm10/s320/DVD2.jpg" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-SrsCjRX3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/XnrWY5KmPX4/s1600-h/DVD.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180454244470316914" style="CURSOR: hand" height="189" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-SrsCjRX3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/XnrWY5KmPX4/s320/DVD.jpg" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UYKSjRX4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/wUDitsOjjN0/s1600-h/Thesimpson.png"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180573511417159554" style="CURSOR: hand" height="188" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UYKSjRX4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/wUDitsOjjN0/s320/Thesimpson.png" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UYgCjRX5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/55_VDkBBcTE/s1600-h/Casinoroyale.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180573885079314322" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="194" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UYgCjRX5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/55_VDkBBcTE/s320/Casinoroyale.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UYpyjRX6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/IXQMNajXxfk/s1600-h/dvd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180574052583038882" style="CURSOR: hand" height="194" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UYpyjRX6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/IXQMNajXxfk/s320/dvd3.jpg" width="98" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Left to Right: &lt;/strong&gt;"Southend Tales" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Cloverfield"&lt;/span&gt; "Friends Season Finale" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" The Simpsons Movie/Series"&lt;/span&gt; "Casino Royale" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Jurassic Park&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UY7CjRX7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/QDO_NWQs5Ls/s1600-h/Blood+diamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180574348935782322" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="295" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UY7CjRX7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/QDO_NWQs5Ls/s320/Blood+diamond.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UZZSjRX8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lKXFNr02RjA/s1600-h/dummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180574868626825154" style="CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UZZSjRX8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lKXFNr02RjA/s320/dummy.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UZrSjRX9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/8pSzLYrnCKQ/s1600-h/click.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180575177864470482" style="CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UZrSjRX9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/8pSzLYrnCKQ/s320/click.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-Ub_CjRX-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/3arh1Cov0d0/s1600-h/justin.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180577716190142434" style="WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="160" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-Ub_CjRX-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/3arh1Cov0d0/s320/justin.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UcfyjRYAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/R0JY2JQm_qc/s1600-h/united.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180578278830858242" style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="164" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UcfyjRYAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/R0JY2JQm_qc/s320/united.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UdjijRYBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gXg2qEZYZJ4/s1600-h/Transformers.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180579442766995474" style="WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="196" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UdjijRYBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gXg2qEZYZJ4/s320/Transformers.jpg" width="87" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;From Left to Right: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Blood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Diamond" &lt;/span&gt;"Dummy Mummy Without A Baby" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Click"&lt;/span&gt; "Justin Live @ MSG: FutureSex/LoveShow Tour" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"United 93"&lt;/span&gt; "Transformers"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fossil Watches:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UesSjRYCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/q-uaaIaOJ8k/s1600-h/Fossil+Black+Dial.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180580692602478626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UesSjRYCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/q-uaaIaOJ8k/s320/Fossil+Black+Dial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-Ue1ijRYDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7ezlkcE0eJ4/s1600-h/Fossil+Black+Rectangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180580851516268594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-Ue1ijRYDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7ezlkcE0eJ4/s320/Fossil+Black+Rectangle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-Ue-ijRYEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BmkCWwPJR8Q/s1600-h/Fossil+Smoke+IP+Dial+Twist.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180581006135091266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-Ue-ijRYEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BmkCWwPJR8Q/s320/Fossil+Smoke+IP+Dial+Twist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UfFyjRYFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wbB57jP1its/s1600-h/Fossil+Zane+Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180581130689142866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UfFyjRYFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wbB57jP1its/s320/Fossil+Zane+Black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Left to Right:&lt;/strong&gt; "Black Dial" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Black Rectangular"&lt;/span&gt; "Smoke IP Dial Twist" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Zane Black"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Andy Roddick Merchandize:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UhWyjRYGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/x5nANhYxfcc/s1600-h/ARF+Autographed+Visor.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180583621770174562" style="WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="260" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UhWyjRYGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/x5nANhYxfcc/s320/ARF+Autographed+Visor.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UhpyjRYHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/uqmu4VQlZuc/s1600-h/ARF+Blue+Shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180583948187689074" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="162" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UhpyjRYHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/uqmu4VQlZuc/s320/ARF+Blue+Shirt.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-Uh3ijRYII/AAAAAAAAAKw/l-Wk9gucWuA/s1600-h/Commitment.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180584184410890370" style="WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="163" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-Uh3ijRYII/AAAAAAAAAKw/l-Wk9gucWuA/s320/Commitment.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UiHijRYJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0xXKVMiaN-4/s1600-h/LE+Autograph+2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180584459288797330" style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="163" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UiHijRYJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0xXKVMiaN-4/s320/LE+Autograph+2006.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UiVSjRYKI/AAAAAAAAALA/-0iCUuUYM8A/s1600-h/Nothing.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180584695511998626" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="167" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UiVSjRYKI/AAAAAAAAALA/-0iCUuUYM8A/s320/Nothing.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Left to Right:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Autographed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARF Visor" &lt;/span&gt;"ARFoundation Blue Shirt" I'm an S/M Size BTW &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Commitment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Poster"&lt;/span&gt; "Limited Edition 2006 Poster" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Nothing Can't Be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reached Poster"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL CAN BE FOUND @ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andyroddick.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.andyroddick.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; PRODUCT PAGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Others:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UllCjRYOI/AAAAAAAAALg/nkphnMGoHDE/s1600-h/Hugo+Eau+Cologne.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180588264629821666" style="CURSOR: hand" height="149" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UllCjRYOI/AAAAAAAAALg/nkphnMGoHDE/s320/Hugo+Eau+Cologne.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UllCjRYNI/AAAAAAAAALY/3gpGXH2FYe8/s1600-h/Hugo+Eau+Blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180588264629821650" style="WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="148" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UllCjRYNI/AAAAAAAAALY/3gpGXH2FYe8/s320/Hugo+Eau+Blue.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UleijRYLI/AAAAAAAAALI/XWZJSit6oM0/s1600-h/CK+Eternity.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180588152960671922" style="WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="152" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UleijRYLI/AAAAAAAAALI/XWZJSit6oM0/s320/CK+Eternity.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UleyjRYMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/gF5W7ugQ8ic/s1600-h/CK+One+Summer+2007+Ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180588157255639234" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="113" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UleyjRYMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/gF5W7ugQ8ic/s320/CK+One+Summer+2007+Ed.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Left to Right:&lt;/strong&gt; "Hugo Boss Eau De Toilette" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Hugo Eau Blue"&lt;/span&gt; "CK Eternity" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"CK One Summer '07 Ed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UnESjRYQI/AAAAAAAAALw/lUu8IyVo5xk/s1600-h/iPod+Classic.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180589901012361474" style="CURSOR: hand" height="168" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UnESjRYQI/AAAAAAAAALw/lUu8IyVo5xk/s320/iPod+Classic.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UnECjRYPI/AAAAAAAAALo/4me0dpS5QG8/s1600-h/Red+Crumpler.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180589896717394162" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="165" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UnECjRYPI/AAAAAAAAALo/4me0dpS5QG8/s320/Red+Crumpler.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UoRijRYRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8s6JdVf0mhc/s1600-h/AKC+GR.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180591228157255954" style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="147" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-UoRijRYRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8s6JdVf0mhc/s320/AKC+GR.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-Uo5yjRYSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jEg145_v5mI/s1600-h/Babolat+Pure+Drive+Team.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180591919646990626" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="112" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-Uo5yjRYSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jEg145_v5mI/s320/Babolat+Pure+Drive+Team.JPG" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Left to Right:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"iPod Classic" 80G&lt;/span&gt; "Red Crumpler Bag" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"ALC Golden Retriever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Puppy" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's if you can afford it! "Babolat Pure Drive Team Plus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are just some of the things I'm hoping to receieve from my many, many generous friends that I know... HAHA!&lt;/strong&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-5175307978713398359?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/5175307978713398359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=5175307978713398359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/5175307978713398359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/5175307978713398359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-blues.html' title='&quot;Happy Birthday Blues&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-SlpSjRX0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-tAIUFqDD9Y/s72-c/WWE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-5855035052074712751</id><published>2008-03-21T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:15:06.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fly Or Die"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-PFcCjRXuI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vOphMNno6n0/s1600-h/DSC00197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180201081918021346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-PFcCjRXuI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vOphMNno6n0/s320/DSC00197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My gorgeously white PS3 console (only 40G)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think it's about G** damn time I own something to which is finally considered "cool" or "in" by our society today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm serious... Too damn long have I gone without buying something that is "in" in our society today. For example... many people own an iPod or SONY MP3 but I own a lesser known SHIRO brand of MP3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR I helped out a fren by getting him a laptop sometime last year cause well I can't discuss it here but I did and it's a very good and reliable brand whilst I own a 2nd hand bulky IBM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I own a lesser known brand of SONY Ericsson HP whilst everyone else is comparing their 800 dollar phones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know i know it's not all about the brands and things; and I really am thankful THAT I even get to own a HP or MP3 or IBm, etc. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But maybe for once I just want a change. To experience owning something that people don't laugh at. Something that is not 2nd class or 2nd hand. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever the case is at least I'm finally there...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And why a PS3. Come on... Those who know me, knows that I'm a man of quality. I don't buy stuff just because it's cheap. I want to buy something I know it's going to last me forever. So I don't really care if you can't buy pirated games for a PS3. That's not the main point of owning a PS3 in the 1st place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You got to own it to understand why PS3 is such a worth it console. Infact I think it's absolutely C-H-I-L-D-I-S-H (childish) for anyone who thinks something like "Hmph PS3. it sucks, can't even play pirated games..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*biggest eye roll in a century*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-5855035052074712751?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/5855035052074712751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=5855035052074712751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/5855035052074712751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/5855035052074712751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/03/fly-or-die.html' title='&quot;Fly Or Die&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-PFcCjRXuI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vOphMNno6n0/s72-c/DSC00197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-3773825400368473099</id><published>2008-03-19T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:15:08.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Soak Up The Sun"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I so got to stop making this a habit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People usually blog at least once every 2 or 3 days. I blog once every 2 or 3 millennium... Yeah peoples, I'm so sorry for the dust and spiderwebs clogging up this blog here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyhow here's what happened the day before. That is, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tuesday 18th March 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jiahao &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt;) started his new "exercise" regime this week and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tuesdays &lt;/span&gt;(and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thursdays&lt;/span&gt;) are supposed to be the days where he'll pop by my place for swim/tennis/suana. The latter being&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the current hot fav...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We were suppose to start @ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10am &lt;/span&gt;but due to unfortunate circumstances, some ding dong fella made us wait &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2 hours &lt;/span&gt;before he finally decides to show his sorry ass. Yes I'm talking bout &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ment &lt;/span&gt;who was so damn late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The sky magically transformed while we were waiting from hot sunny day to dark overcast day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ment &lt;/span&gt;says it was just a passing cloud... YEAH right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But we did eventually get to swim, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ment &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JH &lt;/span&gt;did get some tanning done a la natural sun although the only reason why &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ment &lt;/span&gt;was so successful getting tanner was cause he's chicken ass white! Muhahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyhow, after that great suana bath, then tennis then dinner @ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Simpang Bedok&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's to the 3 of us! Haha (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chuan &lt;/span&gt;did come over but much later!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-H4pyjRXmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0L6t6h0DF1A/s1600-h/DSC00510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-H4pyjRXmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0L6t6h0DF1A/s320/DSC00510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179694443280817762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look! We are @ Sentosa!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Ment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-H5oijRXnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/V1d8I2-p8Mc/s1600-h/DSC00511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-H5oijRXnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/V1d8I2-p8Mc/s320/DSC00511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179695521317609074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apparently, "dog's" today can both swim and wear sunglasses!&lt;br /&gt;Ment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-H6QyjRXoI/AAAAAAAAAGw/h3RnwnY1F_g/s1600-h/DSC00512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-H6QyjRXoI/AAAAAAAAAGw/h3RnwnY1F_g/s320/DSC00512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179696212807343746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Water Boys....&lt;br /&gt;JH &amp;amp; Ment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-H7DCjRXpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/M-TYyCdYbVg/s1600-h/DSC00513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-H7DCjRXpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/M-TYyCdYbVg/s320/DSC00513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179697076095770258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lazing around. That's life man!&lt;br /&gt;JH &amp;amp; Ment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-H7iCjRXqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TCerVdmG6Cc/s1600-h/DSC00514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-H7iCjRXqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TCerVdmG6Cc/s320/DSC00514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179697608671714978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shades on brother! There ain't escaping the sun&lt;br /&gt;JH &amp;amp; Ment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-H8HijRXrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Gg4KkyP0lG0/s1600-h/DSC00516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-H8HijRXrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Gg4KkyP0lG0/s320/DSC00516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179698252916809394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Rock says, the Rock says..." Oh wait. sorry that's a rat!&lt;br /&gt;JH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-H9DijRXsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QY9uZeH-a7E/s1600-h/DSC00517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-H9DijRXsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QY9uZeH-a7E/s320/DSC00517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179699283708960450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I look weird with Kelvin's glasses to which Ment took without asking! Haha&lt;br /&gt;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/36472236-3773825400368473099?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/3773825400368473099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=3773825400368473099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/3773825400368473099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/3773825400368473099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2008/03/soak-up-sun.html' title='&quot;Soak Up The Sun&quot;'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/R-H4pyjRXmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0L6t6h0DF1A/s72-c/DSC00510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-6862426583619162009</id><published>2008-01-22T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T12:03:59.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"CLOVERFIELD". AWESOME MOVIE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cloverfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here’s the trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufYF0f-zMgY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufYF0f-zMgY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The most talked about movie of the New Year.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And boy was this movie worth all the talk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You really got to enjoy this movie for its true, original meaning. Put the action as the secondary story line. You’ll really find this movie awesome.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To be in love is not just buying flowers or chocolates. When you love someone, its knowing that that person loves you back; and no matter what circumstances anyone goes through, you will always run back for her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And when the time comes and the world has to end. You are there beside her till the very last breath.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I rarely do this but I give this film 5/5 stars.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Remember what it is like to be in love. Because a lost life is not a lost love; a lost love is a lost life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(153, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 14.25pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;CLOVERFIELD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; (2008)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(153, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: center; line-height: 10.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt; 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On the eve of his departure, Rob's brother Jason (Mike Vogel) throws a surprise going-away party that's interrupted when a giant monster attacks the city. 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AWESOME MOVIE!'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-6296644092090796739</id><published>2007-09-28T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:04:08.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IRIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, as you can see… videos of the week have suddenly become videos of the day. Thanks to my extremely busy schedule I usually tend to forget to update my blog. But here I’m just trying to deliver my promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;By the way this is also a continuation from last week’s entry, rather the song of the week for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14th September 2007&lt;/em&gt; on &lt;em&gt;“What Goes Around, Comes Back Around”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is for the week ending&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;28th September 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOO GOO DOLLS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Song/Video: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IRIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsK90GWBVLY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsK90GWBVLY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do you believe in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;angels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that everybody has guardian angels watching over them. I believe that they are there to guide you in every journey you embark on. Be it when you breathe your first breath of life, to marrying your childhood sweetheart, to your last breath of life, to your journey to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You obviously can’t see them. But you most certainly can feel them, especially when you feel all alone in this world. Cause when you need them the most, they come into form via the 2 most important things a man can have in this world. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE and FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels. Therefore I believe in love. And I believe in friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Only a foolish man would think so. But if everybody’s head is screwed on the right way, then where would the fun and imagination in this world disappear to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been the victim of believing in love and friends one too many times. And for a moment in time, I did stop believing in it. I just didn’t want to believe in angels anymore.&lt;em&gt; For where was the angel when my “brother” was taken from me? Where was my angel when Jen left me? Where was the angel who was supposed to protect me and be by my side when I needed him/her the most?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For that period of time, I gave up believing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Boy oh boy how hard it is to attain the level of very confident, yet all it takes is less than &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt; hours&lt;/span&gt; for it to be destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to admit it. I’m nowhere near the confidence I once had. But I’m also going to say that at least I’m no longer at the foot of the mountain. I have climbed up steadily and quickly. All thanks to the rope that was there yet I was too blind to see. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My guardian angels were always there yet I just chose to turn my back on things and sat on my big ass thinking the world was ending just because mine was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I ran away from the truth. I ran away from reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after so much I realize one thing… I have guardian angels watching out for me everywhere. There’s not just one. There are plenty. You just have to open your eyes. Not all of them can be your angels for long, but if you know where to look they are right in front of you. Your true guardian angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“IRIS”&lt;/span&gt; is by far one of the best songs to be ever released to this world. Absolutely one of the best love songs produced, recorded, etc. The lead single from the soundtrack to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“City of Angels”&lt;/span&gt; starring &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meg Ryan and Nicholas Cage;&lt;/span&gt; a fantastically written movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to the song. Look at the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here’s a little extract of the lyrics:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"And I’d give up forever to touch you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;’Cause I know that you feel me somehow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I don’t wanna go home right now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And all I can taste is this moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And all I can breathe is your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And sooner or later it’s over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just don’t wanna miss you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I don’t want the world to see me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;’Cause I don’t think that they’d understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When everything’s made to be broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't comin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When everything feels like the movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have lost someone who I really thought was my guardian angel. I may have lost the love of my life that still and will always be the love of my life. This I will admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But will there be a 3rd chance together? No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Once you let go of something so close to your heart, no matter how much you try to get it back together, things will never quite be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will however take the memories with me, for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she will always have a place in my heart for all eternity&lt;/span&gt;. But memories is all there is to live upon. It’s the memories that spur me on. To believe that I may have lost her, but there’s someone new out there waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I’m a free agent now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Xiaodi.&lt;/span&gt; Thanks for everything. We work well for each other. And we’ll take each other’s secrets to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never forget. LOVE &amp;amp; FRIENDSHIP. The beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;world. The beautiful language. The beautiful life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that this video was taken from youtube and the lyrics was an extra ct from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotlyrics.net/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.hotlyrics.net/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; . Thanks! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-6296644092090796739?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/6296644092090796739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=6296644092090796739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/6296644092090796739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/6296644092090796739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/09/iris.html' title='IRIS'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-5642989750839569885</id><published>2007-09-28T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:53:04.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT GOES AROUND COMES BACK AROUND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like a music critic. A good one though. Not like those nasty old bags seating pretty in the office thinking that Barry Manilow is the matron saint of today’s music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At least I choose the very best of the best and usually the best that I choose are usually the music that really people relate to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has related to me and so I tell it to you in my story, and my beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I know what I’m talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will end the week of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21s September 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT GOES AROUND COMES BACK AROUND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song/Video: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7iCRRzNjnw0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7iCRRzNjnw0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sometimes things just have to be obvious enough for people to get it. Because sometimes we are all to blind to really see what is right in front of us unless you make it blatantly clear to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No Doubt&lt;/span&gt; released the smash hit &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Don’t Speak”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/span&gt; had a song called &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Karma”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;/span&gt; produced and sang the song &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Cry Me A River”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And today, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr. Timberlake&lt;/span&gt; is back at it again. Okay maybe not exactly today since he released this song like ages ago BUT this time, he made the ultimate break-up song, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“WHAT GOES AROUND COMES BACK AROUND”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something related to the song as a whole and its video first. This video is like a small movie clip. It’s brilliant. The artistry, the production, the arrangement, the lyrics, the beats, the mood, the vision, the video, the feelings and most importantly, there’s &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scarlett Johansson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Alright, back to the point why this particular song stands out as possibly the ultimate breakup song of the decade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t we all just love to get back at our respected ex’s? We spend so much effort falling in love with someone whom we wish, pray and hope to be the one we have been waiting and dreaming off our entire lives; only with a flick of the fingers and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*poof*&lt;/span&gt; it disappears before you can say the words, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“I Love You.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then you spend days, weeks, months and maybe even years wallowing in self-pity. Moaning for all who pretend to hear you on how much you love him/her and why you had to be the one who had to endure all this shit and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*blah blah blah*…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you perhaps, just perhaps, maybe found someone new. You are confused if you have really fallen for her OR if this was just going to be a repeat of what happened before, and the one before that, and the one before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you haven’t found anyone, you are probably plotting the best revenge possible. Be it sleeping with her best friend, or trying to get back at her with 100 times more than she did to you, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens next, it will never be pretty. Then you have to endure the stress of being firm when you know it’s the hardest thing to do when she comes running back to you, apologizing that she was stupid. Crying because she was naïve. She thinks things will go back to normal and all you have to do is love her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh yeah. That is so going to happen. How many times have you fallen for that trick? How many times you called yourself a fool yet you still fell for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had relationships. All 4 relationships. But I admit of the 4, the last one was the most emotionally wrecking of all relationships I had to endure. Simply put, we were both in love. First loves always last the longest in one’s memories. Well that’s what it was, first love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But with many love stories, there’s always a twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know what that twist is so there’s no point in me bringing that part of the story back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I spend a long time. A really long time to come to terms with what you did and now that I’ve finally woken from my hibernation; I can proudly say that I’m now at the stage of “What goes around, comes back around.” Word for word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do next is for the world to see. You get what you deserve girl. Unfortunately for you, you haven’t fully got what you deserved. What you got is just the tip of the iceberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You messed with the wrong guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep telling yourself we will get back together. Keep telling yourself that babe. Who knows maybe it may come true one day. Remember… wishes do come true if you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Should that day really comes, I pray you realize that I have let you off the hook once and I won’t let you off the hook again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that this video was taken from youtube. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-5642989750839569885?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/5642989750839569885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=5642989750839569885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/5642989750839569885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/5642989750839569885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-goes-around-comes-back-around.html' title='WHAT GOES AROUND COMES BACK AROUND'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-4621741916218567196</id><published>2007-09-28T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:46:08.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my song of the week ending &lt;em&gt;14th September 2007&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIMBALAND FEAT KERI HILSON &amp;amp; DOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Song/Video: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE WAY I ARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWg3IMN_rhU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWg3IMN_rhU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is from one the most respected, master producers of today. This is definitely a much better song than “Give It To Me”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can someone please explain to me what in the hell is that video so tastefully boring as compared to its song which is a great pop, dance record. And where is the link for footballers in the video here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that this video was taken from youtube. Thanks! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-4621741916218567196?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/4621741916218567196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=4621741916218567196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/4621741916218567196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/4621741916218567196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/09/way-i-are.html' title='The Way I Are'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-5251790240166006782</id><published>2007-09-28T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:03:12.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glamorous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speeding things up here as usual. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is for the week ending &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;07 September 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GLAMOROUS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song/Video: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FERGIE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hU8k_c2YlG4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hU8k_c2YlG4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on! Who are we kidding here? Don’t we all wish to live a life of glamour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you don’t, I wonder which rock you would be living under (Preferably the rock which is under my shoe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the world we live in today. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We are all materialistic aren’t we? We are more interested in how fast of a buck we can make, rather than how fast of a buck we can lose&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or without the money, I think anyone can live a glamorous life. It just depends what your definition of glamorous is. Most people’s definition of glamorous would be to have all the cash and credit cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am living the glamorous life.&lt;/span&gt; I may not be rich and all but I know I’m living a pretty glamorous life. I dress well, I eat well, I look good. I’m healthy. I have a Sony Ericsson K530i. I have a working MP3 which doubles up as a thumb-drive. I have an IBM laptop with fine internet connections. I have plenty of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think my life is set for me. Well almost anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So how glamorous is YOUR life&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh by the way.&lt;/span&gt; I LOVE YOU FERGIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;References:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that this video was taken from youtube. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-5251790240166006782?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/5251790240166006782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=5251790240166006782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/5251790240166006782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/5251790240166006782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/09/glamorous.html' title='Glamorous'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-8151228916198469610</id><published>2007-09-28T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:58:18.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth Criminal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promised to place a video a week. Well, it’s never too late to catch up would it? This would be for the week ending &lt;em&gt;31 August 2007&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Artist:                         Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Song/Video:              Smooth Criminal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4mfQn3pYwKM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4mfQn3pYwKM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well what can I say? This man (Yes, much as he looks like a freaky alien from Halloween today) is still the musical genius of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is a fact you cannot deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite songs of all time. Just listen to the arrangement, the beats. It gets you grooving man! And as I said, great songs are great if they are not accompanied by a fantastic video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven’t seen the video to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Smooth Criminal&lt;/span&gt;, “you ain’t seen nothing yet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How can anybody defy the laws of gravity like this man here? If you have not seen the video, check out the 7.16mins of the video&lt;/span&gt; (You will be insane not to be that patient). Tell me! How did he do it? Was it superglue? Or some magnetism? If I ever had one question to ask &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Michael Jackson, it would be how in the bloody world he defied the laws of gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;moonwalk&lt;/span&gt;! SSSSMMMOOOOOTTTTHHHH baby! By the way, why is it call the moonwalk and not like space walk or something?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I’m not saying I’m a fan of his weird behavior. Or am I saying I’m all support for his weird, broken nose. If you call it a nose, looks more like the black hole from here. In fact, if I was a body part of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt; (Which kinda makes every part of my hair on my body stand) I would hate being the nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nose or no nose, his musical intelligence is beyond comprehension. It’s like he makes all these perfect records that just blows you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes to show that to be someone of his caliber; it’s perfectly alright not to have a proper nose. Hmmm, maybe I should check some “feng shui” book to see if a “caved-in” nose actually rewards you with complete success. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But whatever the case maybe, he has done lots for the world. Other than musically, there's his videos! And the work he does for the world's children. He actually donated $300,000 million in total to charity and humaritarian aids around the world. Come on, most of us here won't even part with $0.30 of our money to charity without grumbling or much hounding; let alone give a shit about the world. At least Michael Jackson gave a shit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually realized that quite a few of my friends really are fans of his music (Note I said music and not his physical or any other weird attributes that he shares with whoever he shares with at night). Especially my best buddy... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh I don’t know what goes on in a celebrity’s mind these days but whatever the case. A genius and his perfect work should always be shared to the world and not kept and let it be swept away with time. ________________________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;References:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that this video was taken from youtube. Thanks! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-8151228916198469610?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/8151228916198469610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=8151228916198469610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/8151228916198469610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/8151228916198469610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/09/smooth-criminal.html' title='Smooth Criminal'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-3854082769937720357</id><published>2007-08-24T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T10:03:30.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"WHEN YOU'RE GONE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AVRIL LAVIGNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0gqaWUBKxw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0gqaWUBKxw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I always needed time on my own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never thought I need you there when I cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the bed where you lie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is made up on your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you walk away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I count the steps that you take,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you're gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you're gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The face I came to know is missing too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you're gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And make it ok,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never felt this way before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everything that I do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes you left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They lie one the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They smell just like you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love the things you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you walk away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I count the steps that you take,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you're gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you're gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The face I came to know are missing too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you're gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To make it ok,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We were made for each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Out here forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know we were,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everything I do I give my heart and soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you're gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you're gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The face I came to know is missing too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you're gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And make it ok,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I MISS YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today, there are many great hits. That's the thing. Great hits. Great hits that now seem so ordinary. But every once in a while, a great hit comes with a superb video making it a "mega" hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That's what Avril Lavigne's "When You're Gone" is precisely so. The song already boasts such meaningful lyrics that there isn't much to talk about. All you have to do is just listen to the song and you'll understand why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But it's so important to have a great song, accompanied by a video that really links with the song. And the video for this song is very much related to the song. And this is a rarity among today's music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just look at the video and immediately it just touches your heart and reminds you of all the times you have let someone important go without realizing it till it's too damn late. It also reminds us that at any given time of the day, of the week, of the month, of the year, of the century; someone close to us may just leave us without warning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So what are you going to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cliche as it will seem but it is pretty evident that it's true no matter how much you try denying it. Just make sure those you care about know that you care for them... You never know what will happen to you so just remember to always cherish what you have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And for those who didn't quite cherish what good they had in their lives when they had it, well then it's too damn bad for you. For no matter how many times you wish you could turn back and make it all good again, things will never be the same. EVER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So tacky as it is. Never forget those who are important to you. Those who have sacrificed much for you to lead you to where you are today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And don't ever let go of someone or something important to you till it's too late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every week I'll try and do the song of the week that you just got to listen to. And here's mine for the week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darren&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-3854082769937720357?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/3854082769937720357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=3854082769937720357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/3854082769937720357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/3854082769937720357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-youre-gone.html' title='When You&apos;re Gone'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-7469005681981172922</id><published>2007-07-20T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:22:41.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needs &amp; Wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need people to understand one thing. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Thinking I don't know anything or what's going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Stop telling me to act as if I don't know what's going on even when they know I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You have no idea how hard of a role it is to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt; to buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; ZARA Man's black "jeans" $129.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; New pair of shoes (white)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Topman shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; New slippers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Handphone (Can be 2nd hand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to buy lots of things. But I just can't. I can't afford it. And it sucks. The things I have now are not the kind of things I would like to claim ownership of. It doesn't represent who I am. But I don't have a choice. I have already used up my own personal reserves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn. This sucks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-7469005681981172922?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/7469005681981172922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=7469005681981172922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/7469005681981172922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/7469005681981172922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/07/needs-wants.html' title='Needs &amp; Wants'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-1565332168286822746</id><published>2007-07-20T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T01:25:07.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't believe you are so god damn selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whatever you want or need, I always try and get it done for you. Even if it means sacrificing things which are important to me just to get it done for you, I would. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hardly even ask you for anything else. But when I do or I have something that needs to get done, you just can't help out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A little respect from you AND your friends. Is that too much to ask for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever wondered why I act the way I do sometimes? Cause it's fuckin fustrating that I try to help people out and they aren't thankful for it. It's like they expected only good things from me. And then dump all the bad things for me to figure out by myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been trying to change the way I act (And I have changed quite a bit on your advise) cause I think you are right. BUT it doesn't give you the right to not respect me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I find that in any case, all the time you have been lying to me with all the things you said to me. When instead you are only merely using me. You are goin to regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's NOT always the big things in life that people do that make a difference. It is also the small things that people do. You miss the small things, you end up missing the big things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I always say. Everyone has a limit. DO NOT push me over my limit. I'm warning you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-1565332168286822746?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/1565332168286822746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=1565332168286822746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/1565332168286822746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/1565332168286822746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/07/selfish.html' title='Selfish'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-8336967821445815709</id><published>2007-07-20T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:30:06.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ladies &amp; Gentlemen&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (Prefably ladies ONLY)&lt;/span&gt;... I have come up with a new "line" to which my friends have keep laughing at... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharing a cab with lots of things on our laps &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Sadly it was tennis gear that was on our laps and not girls)&lt;/span&gt; and I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;couldn't reach my tiny wallet stuck inside my ASS                Pocket&lt;/span&gt;. So I proceeded to anounce in the entire cab... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Can someone pay first cause my wallet is stuck..." Apperently that's a funny sentence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though not as funny as a sentence a friend once said out loud... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"WOW this oil is really oily!" [Try saying it in chinese. it's funnier]. And he wasn't trying to be funny at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...... that is one of our favorite punchlines now. Sometimes we will change it to... "Wow this chili is really hot." Or "Wow this sun is really hot" or sth like tt... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder sometimes the things people say... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey people out there... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you have any kind of weird funny lines (like above) you ever heard b4? Tell me I wanna hear it and proceed on to laugh my yellow ass off... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-8336967821445815709?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/8336967821445815709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=8336967821445815709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/8336967821445815709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/8336967821445815709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/07/lines.html' title='Lines'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-6761290079527067818</id><published>2007-07-14T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T10:02:51.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Survive</title><content type='html'>I don't think I'm a very difficult person. In fact I believe that I'm someone who doesn't really ask for much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really ask for much out of life, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe just some respect from people, to be able to feel happy again on the inside&lt;/span&gt;... And probably most importantly, I guess to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stop having people take advantage of the fact that I'm a very nice guy&lt;/span&gt; [Much as many of you try to deny it, you know it's true].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, friends are important to me. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT close friends form&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one of the core basis of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my life&lt;/span&gt; [Sorry &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Steve (Covey)&lt;/span&gt; but this is just who I am]. Needless to say if anyone of them is in some sort of trouble I will try to help them out as best I can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;top problems always involve money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. In the past many people always ask me to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loan&lt;/span&gt; them some cash to get out of some of their own personal problems. And we are talking about cash amounting to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;more than $100's of dollars&lt;/span&gt; sometimes. I always end up lending them in good faith. Unfortunately for me, I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; have only been able to recover roughly 1/3 of the money I've lent out&lt;/span&gt;. Last time I counted, I think I have incurred a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; loss of at least $2,000&lt;/span&gt; in money lent out to people and not yet returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's sad that anyone of my friends who want to borrow from me I have to say no because of what happened in the past. I'm too afraid to lend money out now. Of course within the last 6 months I don't lend people money &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other than to those who really deserves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be lent to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have told me that sometimes &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm too nice to people that people often just take advantage of that fact and make use of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I never thought for it to be true until of late whereby I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;finally realize what people have been trying to tell me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monetary issues aren't the only problem. I think I have resigned to fate that people &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only seek me out when they have problems and people don't believe them or they have no one to unload on. &lt;strong&gt;But when things finally look good for them, they stick to their own group of friends and literally kick me out of the circle until their next problem comes along&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I always try and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;see the good in people no matter how bad they are&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never proclaimed myself to be the best person&lt;/span&gt; alive for I know I'm not. I know I'm not good at a lot of things but at least I don't boast about saying that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my own limitations in life and after a long time, I think I have finally got around to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;working on making these limitations better&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think after awhile, people tend to forget that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm also a person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A human being who has his own set of problems and emotions to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have learnt that in life&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; you have just got to be selfish&lt;/span&gt;. To be honest, I only restrict my "goodness" to a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;handful of people who really deserves it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I think that they are the ones who really deserves my generosity more than any others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really only trust these handful of people the most. The Rat of course being right at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day it comes down to one decision. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Am I willing to discard the person that I'm to be someone I'm not just to survive in this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-6761290079527067818?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/6761290079527067818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=6761290079527067818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/6761290079527067818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/6761290079527067818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-will-survive.html' title='I Will Survive'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-499976612562419727</id><published>2007-06-22T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T18:40:38.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If ever there was a time where I have to look back and choose the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;best ‘live’ musical moments&lt;/span&gt; that I have “witnessed”, then I guess these would be it…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/724k0H89MLk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/724k0H89MLk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Justin Timberlake (F/Timbaland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My Love/SexyBack VMA ‘06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The single best live dance performance. Come on! Just look at those moves!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z_KR4t5Rg9A"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z_KR4t5Rg9A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I Can’t Get No Satisfaction/Oops!...I Did It Again VMA ‘00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[The body, the ass, the legs, the bombshell. Perfect…]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OSdommRkbds"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OSdommRkbds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I’m A Slave 4 U VMA ‘01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Sex and Snakes… Need I say more?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vlCc_uSwjzM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vlCc_uSwjzM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Only One LIVE in UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[The crowd, the band, the song, it’s got it all. The perfect live gig.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it’s my favorite song]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-499976612562419727?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/499976612562419727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=499976612562419727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/499976612562419727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/499976612562419727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-ever-there-was-time-where-i-have-to.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-3281153210260231739</id><published>2007-05-29T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T11:45:29.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Operation "Win Big" officially commenced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Undercover spies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scheming &amp; deceiving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride &amp; glory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brothers unite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consequences handed to those deserved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fight to the death&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For pride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For LOVE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-3281153210260231739?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/3281153210260231739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=3281153210260231739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/3281153210260231739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/3281153210260231739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/05/power-of-love.html' title='Power of Love'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-575994851884143261</id><published>2007-05-02T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T12:36:39.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain Is Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;03rd May 2007&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13 days&lt;/span&gt; till my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usually my birthday &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never fails to excite me&lt;/span&gt;. Not surprisingly, it is one of the few days in a year to which do I feel such happiness for. But this year, I just feel so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unenthusiastic&lt;/span&gt; over it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one I’m having a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Series of Unfortuante Bad Luck”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this year. Extreme bad luck. You could say its possibly one of my worst years ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the bad luck includes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;     Leaving the place of work which I have respectfully &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;held for 3 long years&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; Just because a number of other high profile collegues didn’t exactly liked &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt;. Just because he’s my “&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Xiaodi&lt;/span&gt;” meant that I’m implicated over a series of stupid complicated power struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;.    I have never been broke in my entire life before thanks to people &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;not paying&lt;/span&gt; back the cash they owed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;.    Bill payment problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;.    School problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;.    Social problems (Never had I experienced so many &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;difficult situations&lt;/span&gt; in my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Most importantly, Jen problems&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now to some of you these may seem trivial but let me express that these are just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10% of my difficulties&lt;/span&gt;. And the extent of these problems mentioned are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;extremely severe to which I think it’s best not discuss at this point&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don’t wish for much for my birthday this year&lt;/span&gt;. All I really wish for are:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;.     &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chill with my closests friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;.    A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;short vacation&lt;/span&gt; away from Singapore. Away from all my problems.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hell I’m not even sure if these wishes can even be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Robert Half&lt;/span&gt; says, “&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Planning for happiness is rarely sucessful. Happiness just happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;So where in the world is my happiness? How long more must I endure the pain and distress that I’m struggling from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;experienced many multitutes&lt;/span&gt; of heartaches before. Even before Jen. But how do you manage the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ultimate heartaches of all heartaches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one seems to have an answer for that I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if you went through what I went through (By now many of you should have a rough idea), how do you recover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have raised the question to me… &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do I hate her?&lt;br /&gt;My answer. Yes I definetly most do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I don’t hate her just due to all the shit she has put me through. More importantly (Good or bad I have no idea…), I hate her because I love(d) her. I love(d) her so damn much that as you can see I’m still unsure if my love for her should be past tensed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so confused that it is affecting my everyday life. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not one moment goes by do I think of all the fucked up things she has done to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOWEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not a moment goes by do I also think of all the things we have sacrificed for one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is killing me inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not quite sure if many of you out there really get what all the confusion is really about. And I don’t blame you. Because this doesn’t happen to everybody. So it’s very easy to judge this situtation. But unless a person really has been through this, then do they really understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who really cared and those who have tried helping me through this. Thanks. I really do appreiciate it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;However, I would also like to say that it is very easy to say, “Oh just forget her. She’s a slut. You deserve someone better…”, or “Just don’t think about her…”, etc. And it’s true. I’m not saying these are wrong. In fact I’ve told myself that as well. But it seriously is not as easy to really do it. Especially if you are the person directly involved in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can’t just instantly make my brain forget all the unhappiness. And even if I do, this mean I have to forget the happiness part of it as well. And some memories in life just can’t be erased or forgotten with just a click of a button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is also in turn making it very difficult for me to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes even if there seem to be a light at the end of the tunnel. Things seem to be slightly turning for the better. The past seems to always catch up with me. And it’s as if I haven’t progressed anywhere. The only thing that progressed is the battle from within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like an endless battle. When will it ever stop? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;More importantly. When will the pain ever stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a guy to do? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-575994851884143261?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/575994851884143261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=575994851884143261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/575994851884143261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/575994851884143261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/05/pain-is-love.html' title='Pain Is Love'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-1928403805294155253</id><published>2007-04-28T00:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:14:50.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Happy Birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;You are born in the Farm!&lt;br /&gt;With us your fav barnyard friends…&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!!!!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Lets lighten up the mood around here.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the problems and angerness felt throughout the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;There was one distinctly happy moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My buddy’s 18th Birthday… on the 18th April 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th Birthday JIAHAO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a.k.a&lt;/span&gt; Joshua,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a.k.a&lt;/span&gt; Xiaodi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a.k.a&lt;/span&gt; Justin Timberlake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a.k.a&lt;/span&gt; Jay Chou,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a.k.a&lt;/span&gt; fuckin RAT! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surprised right? And you thought no one will give you a cake and/or a present on your birthday itself right? Haha. You should have more faith in your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Manager (Chicken… “POKKKK”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st day of celebrations. 14th April 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;  Billy Bombers (With AQM people)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Vila'ge (With 13840)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Party World KTV (With 13840)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Boxing (With 13840)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;["Happy Family"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janice, JH, Me]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 369px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="422" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/P1020141.jpg" width="415" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;["Celebrities"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JH &amp; Me]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="393" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/P1020139.jpg" width="497" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;["Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JH &amp; Janice]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 312px" height="358" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/P1020140.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Party World KTV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martin, JH, Clement]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 425px" height="475" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/JH%2018th%20Birthday/P1020145.jpg" width="495" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Kelvin, Martin &amp; Jay Chou...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean JH]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="498" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/JH%2018th%20Birthday/P1020146.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Do NOT ask!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="400" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/JH%2018th%20Birthday/P1020163.jpg" width="447" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;["13840"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From L to R: Crab, Cat, Cow, Rat, Dog &amp; Rooster HAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sebaz, Kelvin, Martin, JH, Clement &amp;amp; Yours Truly]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 412px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="275" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/P1020148.jpg" width="649" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2nd day of celebrations, 18th April 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; SHATEC (haha)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Starbucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Sebaz's house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Birthday Boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 451px" height="662" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/P1020169v.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Making A Wish"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 461px" height="655" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/P1020167iii.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Girls Go Crazy Over Him. Not Sure Why..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 391px" height="691" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/P1020165i.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Starbucks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="421" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/P1020175.jpg" width="572" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miscellaneous Photos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post-Sentosa. @ Vivo City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 430px; HEIGHT: 285px" height="389" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/Sentosa02.jpg" width="410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Merry X-mas 2006!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 438px" height="502" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/P1020038.jpg" width="504" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Close Buddies. He's the only buddy I'll say everything to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 432px" height="700" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/meandjh.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-1928403805294155253?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/1928403805294155253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=1928403805294155253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/1928403805294155253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/1928403805294155253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-to-you_28.html' title='Happy Birthday To YOU!'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/th_P1020141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-2292906423769884622</id><published>2007-04-28T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:11:20.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;“Happy Birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;You are born in the Farm!&lt;br /&gt;With us your fav barnyard friends…&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Lets lighten up the mood around here.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the problems and angerness felt throughout the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;There was one distinctly happy moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy’s 18th Birthday… on the 18th April 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th Birthday JIAHAO,&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a Joshua,&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a Xiaodi,&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a Justin Timberlake,&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a Jay Chou,&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a fuckin RAT! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised right? And you thought no one will give you a cake and/or a present on your birthday itself right? Haha. You should have more faith in your Manager (Chicken… “POKKKK”)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st day of celebrations. 14th April 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.  Billy Bombers (With AQM people)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Vila'ge (With 13840)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Party World KTV (With 13840)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Boxing (With 13840)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;["Happy Family"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Janice, JH, Me]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 369px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="422" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/P1020141.jpg" width="415" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;["Celebrities"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JH &amp; Me]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="393" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/P1020139.jpg" width="497" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;["Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JH &amp; Janice]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 312px" height="358" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/P1020140.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Party World KTV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Martin, JH, Clement]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 425px" height="475" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/JH%2018th%20Birthday/P1020145.jpg" width="495" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Kelvin, Martin &amp; Jay Chou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean JH]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="498" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/JH%2018th%20Birthday/P1020146.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Do NOT ask!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="400" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/JH%2018th%20Birthday/P1020163.jpg" width="447" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;["13840"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From L to R: Crab, Cat, Cow, Rat, Dog &amp; Rooster HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sebaz, Kelvin, Martin, JH, Clement &amp;amp; Yours Truly]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 412px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="275" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/P1020148.jpg" width="649" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2nd day of celebrations, 18th April 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. SHATEC (haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Starbucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Sebaz's house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Birthday Boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 451px" height="662" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/P1020169v.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Making A Wish"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 461px" height="655" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/P1020167iii.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Girls Go Crazy Over Him. Not Sure Why..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 391px" height="691" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/P1020165i.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Starbucks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="421" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/P1020175.jpg" width="572" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Miscellaneous Photos:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Post-Sentosa. @ Vivo City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 430px; HEIGHT: 285px" height="389" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/Sentosa02.jpg" width="410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Merry X-mas 2006!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 438px" height="502" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/P1020038.jpg" width="504" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Close Buddies. He's the only buddy I'll say everything to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 432px" height="700" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/meandjh.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-2292906423769884622?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/2292906423769884622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=2292906423769884622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/2292906423769884622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/2292906423769884622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy Birthday To YOU!'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Good%20Photos/th_P1020141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-6593482552951598485</id><published>2007-04-15T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:25:41.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Until Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*Beep*…………*Beep*………*Beep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Clear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*Beep*……*Beep*…*Beep* *Beep*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Louis&lt;/span&gt;: “Doc?! How is it? It is ok???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Doc&lt;/span&gt;: I’m glad to say that it survive. The operation was a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Louis&lt;/span&gt;: Ladies and Gentlemen of the press. This blog is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a song that perfectly describes the moment they are in. Well here’s mine, it’s pretty much &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; what I’m going through at the moment. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Until Yesterday”, JC Chasez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found a letter on my dresser last night&lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;em&gt;got a baby on the way&lt;br /&gt;It made me suspicious of another guy ‘cause&lt;br /&gt;You couldn’t tell me to my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And so I ask to find out if I was right&lt;br /&gt;That’s when your eyes filled up with rage&lt;br /&gt;Nine months go by the &lt;em&gt;baby’s not my blood type&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the mess you’ve made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;Girl I would never hurt you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(But) If you play with fire then you’ll get burned&lt;br /&gt;When will you learn now it’s your turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember all the lies you sold me&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel so sad and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Now your fairytale’s unfolding&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to say ‘cause I loved you all the way&lt;br /&gt;Until yesterday (oooh), Oh until yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh well, Damn, well can you help me understand&lt;br /&gt;Why you would &lt;em&gt;keep me while you’re sexing with another man&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it just a one-night stand?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it something far more planned than what we had ‘cause…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I love you so much, I know your daddy taught you better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You know I love you so much… ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Your daddy shoulda taught you better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But) If you play with fire then you’ll get burned&lt;br /&gt;When will you learn now it’s your turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember all the lies you sold me&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel so sad and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Now your fairytale’s unfolding&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to say ‘cause I loved you all the way Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you all the way &lt;em&gt;‘til yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember all the lies you sold me&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel so sad and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Now your fairytale’s unfolding&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to say, nothing left to say ‘cause I loved you all the way&lt;br /&gt;All the way until yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 262px" height="262" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/JC02.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 259px" height="366" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/justintimberlake04.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is the new single by &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;JC Chasez&lt;/span&gt;, produced by &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;/span&gt; (My client. You know who you are…). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not used to telling my deepest secrets to the world. In fact, I try not to. To date, I firmly admit that I’ve only told &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one person all my deepest, darkest secrets&lt;/span&gt; (You know who you are). I’m pretty sure some of you know who that person is too.&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately I’m in this situation where if I don’t say anything, I’ll lose and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don’t lose. Especially not to you. You’ve played the “Oh-I’m-So-Innoncent-But-Really-An-Evil-Slut” role for way too long.&lt;/span&gt; It’s time for me to take control of this battle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I recalled, you dumped me for a fucker (His name is &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt; for those who find it familiar) [P.S it's a different Joshua] a year and a half into our relationship. Worst part you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;left me when I needed you the most&lt;/span&gt;. A year and a half later, you acted so well in asking for a 2nd chance that I was such a fool to fall for it. I have never fallen for such tricks yet you are the 1st to fool me. You should receive the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oscar for Best Actress&lt;/span&gt;, you’ll win hands down. I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;let my guard down&lt;/span&gt; for 1 week and boom, you did it again. I remembered the exact words you said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Sorry. I was actually using you to get back at my boyfriend to make him jealous.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you off the 1st two times but guess what,&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Twice bitten, Three times. It’s REVENGE.”&lt;/span&gt; I warned you that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you will get it bad and you will regret what you did&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now you come running back to me saying &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you’ve got a baby and you don’t even know who the damn father is?&lt;/span&gt; Well I’m sure you do cause I know whose it is. It’s that bloody irresponsible bastard you dumped me for the 2nd time (Woe and behold. It’s a different guy). Nice try for trying to put it all on me but I’m not stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t come running back to me just because every guy in the world left you. Hell &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don’t even make friends with my ex’s, what the hell makes you think that you are any different from the previous girls&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I only went down the other day because of &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lynnette&lt;/span&gt;. She’s my friend and thus I gave her face by going down. You think I’ll go down just to see your pathetic state? Hell no. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don’t even give a flying fuck sympathy for you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve already told you what you got to do. If you choose not to believe me at all, well guess what. You will be the bigger fool. You don’t even have a wee bit of responsibility and a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;huge inability&lt;/span&gt; to take care of yourself, what makes you think you can take care of others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never let me off will you&lt;/span&gt;? You need help. You seriously need help. Maybe you should pack your bags and leave for &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bukit Timah Hill&lt;/span&gt; and stay there and really look back. I’m not going to mince my words nicely for you. I’m just going to hit straight out at you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What you are going through now, you deserve it.&lt;/span&gt; You deserve every bit of shit that you are suffering now. Guess you should have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;paid more attention&lt;/span&gt; to the fact that, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“What goes around comes back around.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made things worse by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;making me break my promise to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;buddy&lt;/span&gt;. You should know how &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; of a person he is in my life. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You crossed that line big time&lt;/span&gt;. You crossed it and you are going to regret it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can humiliate me, embarrass me; you can make me feel sad, lonely, angry; you can even cause me to lose some of my friends. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; once you make me break a promise to someone of his calibre, you are screwed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You should consider yourself &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unlucky&lt;/span&gt; I chose for him not to get involve in this for you need someone like him to talk some sense into you. On the other hand, you should consider yourself &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt; that all the shit you have talked about him, and the shit you have put me through; he hasn't gotten to you yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I should be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gloating over your current predicament. But I won’t. NOT because you don’t deserve it, BUT because it’s only the beginning. I’m going to win this battle and I’m going to rub it into your face and humiliate you to the point you wished you never crossed my path. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And the only time I’m going to be nice throughout this period of time is now where I just mention your name. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;JEN&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe, I’m warning you to tell &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;LiZhen&lt;/span&gt; to shut her &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;damn filthy fucking mouth&lt;/span&gt;. She’s a lying bitch and if I hear another person telling me about what she has been spreading to the world about me. She’s going to regret it too. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don’t appreciate people talking behind my back, what I hate more is she’s talking behind my back about me with regards to things she know isn’t true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you don’t do something about it, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time you have gone too far. It’s time you learn to accept the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; consequences of your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who have no idea what’s going on and think &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I’m a sadistic, childish bastard. Well I’m not.&lt;/span&gt; Is just that this brilliantly slutty ex of mine has gone too damn far and I’ve reached the limit. I should have done this long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I couldn’t care less for any of my ex’s but this time one of them has taken things too far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hate&amp;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[What do both feelings go hand in hand?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/background.jpg" width="402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[Old school mathematical solution when it comes to Women]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 600px" height="600" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/womenproblems.jpg" width="457" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, my &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;client&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks for being the only one who has been sticking by me all this time. Thanks for always backing me up when there is no one else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_____________________________________________________________ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photos from Grad Night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[Class DBF 3B/04, 2006/2007;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yes there are some people missing!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="493" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Picture053.jpg" width="552" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[With Zihui;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I've got a cocked up smile going on]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="588" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Picture055.jpg" width="585" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[With Huijuan;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;alright I definetly have got it going]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 366px" height="512" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Picture054.jpg" width="343" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[With Huizhen, June, Jieleng;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can't help it if I'm popular with the girls]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 417px; HEIGHT: 445px" height="514" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Picture018.jpg" width="471" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[With Huizhen;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I told you girls can't resist my charms. Haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 430px; HEIGHT: 447px" height="781" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Picture017.jpg" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[With Jieleng;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A ladies' man]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 380px" height="764" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Picture016.jpg" width="454" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[With June;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hardly a moment goes by do you not see me without a girl beside me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 434px; HEIGHT: 416px" height="649" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Picture015.jpg" width="522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[With June, Nicole, Lihui;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't find girls. Girls find me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 446px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="441" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/nurul144.jpg" width="750" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[With Patricia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I think I've said enough...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 446px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="455" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/nurul141.jpg" width="550" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[With Mr. David Tan, Dennis Sim;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I've got to be the youngest guy there]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 357px" height="445" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/nurul138.jpg" width="494" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[With DBF 3B/04 again;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We are a good looking bunch of people]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 412px; HEIGHT: 308px" height="520" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/nurul134.jpg" width="610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[With Lihui;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm just not that shy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 316px" height="657" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/nurul121.jpg" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[With Myself;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ok do not ask me what the heck I'm doing here]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="339" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/nurul112.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[With Nicole, Lihui, Huda;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can't remember if this was the act cute version or lets squash Darren version]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="488" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/nurul110.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[With Nicole, Lihui, Huda, Jack;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We just got bored]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="447" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/nurul109.jpg" width="456" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[With Nicole, Lihui;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Post Grad-night party @ DBL O and this is one naturally well taken pic]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 536px; HEIGHT: 401px" height="403" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/nurul156.jpg" width="488" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Credits: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) The lyrics to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“Until Yesterday” by JC Chasez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; were taken from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.completealbumlyrics.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.completealbumlyrics.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2) Photos of JC &amp; Justin curteousy from &lt;a href="http://www.jc-chasez.com"&gt;www.jc-chasez.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.justintimberlake.com"&gt;www.justintimberlake.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(3)&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; "Hate&amp;Love"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Women&amp;amp;Problems"&lt;/span&gt; were taken from a void deck and forwarded email respectively &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-6593482552951598485?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/6593482552951598485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=6593482552951598485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/6593482552951598485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/6593482552951598485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/04/until-yesterday.html' title='Until Yesterday'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-3938231939798679855</id><published>2007-03-12T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T17:24:45.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwritten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This blog is not dead. It's brilliant owner is awaiting the arrival of several (And by several i mean plenty) photos from various camera's before entering a new post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But for now as always something to think about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Losing a friend is like losing a limb, it hurts initially but it will eventually heal; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;losing a buddy is like losing your soul, no matter how hard you try, it will never completely heal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-3938231939798679855?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/3938231939798679855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=3938231939798679855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/3938231939798679855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/3938231939798679855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/03/unwritten.html' title='Unwritten'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-7922241008173958414</id><published>2007-02-24T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T11:19:58.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was watching &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"World Trade Center"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just last night. Yeah the one starring Nicholas Cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I suddenly remembered a particular short movie tribute clip this dude made for his girlfriend who was in the 2 Towers on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11th September 2001.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You got to check it out. I mean though that day may have since passed some 6 years ago. I believe the tragic events happened that day will still live on... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt; /div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guzer.com/animations/miss_daddy.php"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.guzer.com/animations/miss_daddy.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime something reminds me of 9/11 (Be it a movie or something...) I will always remembered one question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where were you that very moment when the world changed forever?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-7922241008173958414?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/7922241008173958414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=7922241008173958414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/7922241008173958414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/7922241008173958414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/02/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-8149905802323137798</id><published>2007-02-11T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T09:59:43.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Diamond: The Real Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I asked myself if God could ever forgive us for what we have done to each other. Then I realized. God left this place long ago..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Danny Archer ("Blood Diamond", 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; the stuff you did when you were &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;14 or 15 years old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I doing? I was &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;busy skipping classes, chasing girls and wasn't being serious with anything in life.&lt;/span&gt; I think most of us weren't exactly taking life seriously either. All we wanted was to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;have fun&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Half way around the world, 14 year old boys &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;were being kidnapped and forced&lt;/span&gt; to join the rebels of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sierra Leone, Liberia and Guinea as child soldiers&lt;/span&gt;. Can you believe this? You would think that the world today should be more civilized yet today, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;more than 200,000 child soldiers still exist?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fighting against their own people&lt;/span&gt; to gain control over diamond mines, oil wells, gold mines, etc. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/DiamondWars01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;child soldiers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here we are &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;complaining&lt;/span&gt; about problems with our girlfriends (or boyfriends if you are a girl), family, school, friends, etc... And people. Real people are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;running away from&lt;/span&gt; their homes for fear of their lives as their countries are involved in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a bloody civil war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="231" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/DiamondWars02.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sierra Leone refugees running away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watched this movie twice (I don't watch movies more than once in the cinema) and this has officially become my&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Favorite Movie&lt;/span&gt; of all time. This movie has hit more nerves and make you actually sit up and notice more than most movies have. This movie is obviously none other than &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Blood Diamond."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/BloodDiamond01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is basically set against the backdrop of chaos and civil war that enveloped 1990s Sierra Leone. It is based on the story of&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Danny Archer (Played by Leonardo DiCaprio)&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Solomon Vandy (Played by Djimon Hounsou)&lt;/span&gt;, both of whom come from completely different histories and lives; yet fate brings them together in a common quest to recover a rare, pink diamond. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Solomon&lt;/span&gt; was taken from his family and forced into the diamond fields where the finding of such a rare gem is an enormous risk. If found, the miners will be instantly killed, yet this diamond is the ticket to save his family from life as a refugee and more importantly, save his son from a worse fate as a child soldier. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Archer&lt;/span&gt; plys his trade as an illegal diamond smuggler and knows that the diamond is a ticket out of Africa, away from the cycle of violence and corruption. They enlist the help of &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Maddy Bowen (Played by Jennifer Connelly), &lt;/span&gt;an American journalist out to uncover the truth behind conflict diamonds where diamond leaders choose to make profit with the price of sacrificing such large numbers of human lives.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="254" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/BloodDiamond05.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; HEIGHT: 232px" height="178" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/BloodDiamond03.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This movie is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;more than your normal $8.50 action packed movie&lt;/span&gt;. This movie as I said earlier on really hits the nerve. While the girls in our lives are &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so lucky&lt;/span&gt; to receieve diamond rings and necklaces. Little do we really want to know how do these diamonds actually come about. It's a movie based on a true scenario where a country was emboiled in a bloody civil war. In fact it is more than a movie. It's a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;story bout human sacrifices&lt;/span&gt; (so that we can get our precious gems), how &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;millions of people have their lives and limbs taken away from them, their families torn apart... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though the story of &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Danny Archer&lt;/span&gt; may not be true. Yet the story of real life people having been captured and force to mine diamonds to meet our supply. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fathers taken to the mines, sons kidnapped to be child soldiers, mothers and daughters raped and murdered&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The real fighting. The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;real bloodshed&lt;/span&gt;. It's as true as its going to be. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here I am &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;complaning&lt;/span&gt; about how my mom is always being so fucking naggy about every little thing. How she is trying to control my life and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;not giving me enough freedom to choose&lt;/span&gt; what I want to do. At least &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; have the freedom to live&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;These people. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They don't even have the freedom to choose&lt;/span&gt;. With their countries in constant chaos, staying behind means almost certain death. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/DiamondWars08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/DiamondWars07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really, no matter &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;how hard our lives&lt;/span&gt; are. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt; we have a roof over our heads (At least most of us do), clothes on our back, food to eat... How can these people do what they do&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; against their own people?&lt;/span&gt; Imagine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are a farmer just barely able to support your family yet you make the most of things. Suddenly one day without warning, rebels storm your village. They amputate your fellow villagers for the fun of it, they forced you onto a truck to mine conflict diamonds, they grab your son and brainwash them to be child soldiers, some of your villages daughters and wives get raped and murdered while yours barely makes it out alive. Hiding in the bushes.&lt;/em&gt; JUST IMAGINE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/DiamondWars06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/DiamondWars03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If these rebels aren't bad enough. The government is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;possibly filled with corruption, and/or are weak.&lt;/span&gt; Those that seek these conflict diamonds don't even give a fuck bout those innocent people. So as long as the world continues to buy diamonds, they &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;don't give a fuck if it has costs millions of lives.&lt;/span&gt; They just want to make sure they &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;earn profits to lavish&lt;/span&gt; themselves. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="194" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/BloodDiamond06.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="193" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/BloodDiamond07.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 193px" height="190" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/BloodDiamond08.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diamonds are a girl's best friend. Well girls... choose your best friends wisely. You don't want to have a best friend who is a product from someone else's blood and suffering. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The world is falling apart and all people care about is the president getting a blowjob..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maddie Bowen ("Blood Diamond", 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-8149905802323137798?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/8149905802323137798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=8149905802323137798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/8149905802323137798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/8149905802323137798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/02/blood-diamond-real-story.html' title='Blood Diamond: The Real Story'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-3728901216552891727</id><published>2007-02-08T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T09:45:34.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say that&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;A person will only find true happiness once they found themselves..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok fine... I made that up...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now now... How many of you naive people actually believed that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok anyhow. Lets get straight with it shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm gonna be frank with you. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm not the kind of person to share the most personal part of my life. In fact, I have only shared it with my buddy &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JH (Josh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Even people within my inner circle only know bits and pieces of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOWEVER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since you have decided to play this game with me... I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; play it with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GAME TITLE: TRUTH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NUMBER OF PLAYERS: 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;INSTRUCTIONS: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(1) THERE ARE NO RULES. JUST SAY IT AS IT IS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(2) ONLY THE TRUTH CAN BE PLAYED IN THIS GAME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(3) THE WINNER WILL BE DECIDED BY THE PUBLIC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright lets play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I first met you. I thought you were special. I thought you were one of a kind. I felt that you were beautiful on the outside &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; absoultely &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt; on the inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And when we were together. I do admit we had one hell of a relationship. All &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.5 years&lt;/span&gt; of that. There were &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy moments, sad moments, and moments when time could just stop and only you was all I see. But that was it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's over. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You dumped me for someone who is supposedly my good friend&lt;/span&gt;. Wait in fact, I do believe you were seeing him behind my back and would have been a fool had I not seen the both of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You did leave me broken hearted and full of hatred, anger and disappointment. But I grew up from that and moved on. I could not have been any happier hanging out with my buddies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then you came back... Though still with him&lt;/span&gt;, you still told me that you loved me all along and made a mistake. And that you want me back coz you finally realize that I was the one who treated to you well. That's what you told me, your friends and your enemies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I said no. You persisted. You cried and beg but I still said no. You continued. I tolerated. But even the most tolerant person can tolerate it no more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You used to tell everyone I was a flirt. I treated you poorly. That's why we broke up. Now you realize you made a mistake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't we be friends?&lt;/em&gt; Simple. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt; I'm not the kind of guy who still remains friends &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt; I'm not the kind of guy who would even want to be friends with the person who dumped me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(3)&lt;/span&gt; We were never friends to begin with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now you tell everyone how well I treated you. How much you would like us to be together once again. How much you try to talk to me yet I refuse. You wish to meet me but I couldn't be bothered. You bought me a present but I did not want to accept it. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; the best part? You said I should not hang out with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt; coz you think he's bad influence on me and you were just watching out for me. And you have never even met him b4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; AND JUST BECAUSE YOU SEE ME HANGING OUT WITH HIM AT MARINA SQUARE DOESN'T EQUADE TO YOU MEETING HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well guess what &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;. I love the life that I'm living now. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I currently have a girl that I truly like whole-heartedly. I love hanging out with my buddy JH.&lt;/span&gt; I love hanging out with my other friends too. And guess what's the best part of it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm loving the life that I'm living now without you in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Don't try and judge me or my friends. Coz you don't have the right to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You forfeited that right long ago when you decided to two time me with that guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You really are a hypocrite and you know it. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You don't talk thrash bout me nor my friends and then try and tell me that you still love me. &lt;/span&gt;I may be a fool 1.5 years ago. But I ain't no fool now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Don't be childish. Grow up. I no longer have any feelings for you and neither will I ever again have any feelings for you. I repeat. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER EVER AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;. So you can stop telling all your friends that we still have a chance coz we don't. I never wanted to say anything with regards to what happen between us coz I'm not that kind of person. But this time, you left me with no choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Leave me alone. Leave my buddy alone. Leave my friends alone. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND LEAVE MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt; to someone else who deserves it better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm doing damn fine without you. And trust me.. my mind is fixed. So just give it up and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And finally, let me wish you all the best coz you will really need it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So long. And good bye... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PERMANENTLY GOODBYE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; And just to let you know... I don't give a flying cow what your friends say bout me coz really, we both know what really happened.&lt;/span&gt; ___________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And so I don't have to explain in detail what really happened coz there isn't a point to do so. BUT if you must know. You know where to find me. Ask me and I'll tell you what really happened. EVERY DETAIL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright. To be fair to people who have been trying to figure out what and who I've been hanging out with...Here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This kid here. He's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jiahao (a.k.a JH or Josh)&lt;/span&gt; and he's pretty much my newly adopted "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A true buddy. The only person who I'll tell everything to.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="359" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Xiaodi02edited1.jpg" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next. My SPTT buddies.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/DBL0.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 274px" height="307" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Theguys.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 274px" height="392" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/leehuaandme.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 358px" height="506" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Togethernow.jpg" width="448" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 359px" height="413" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Cheersmate.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work Friends (My happy girl, partimers are us, and my dearest mommy Janice Tai! HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 149px" height="263" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Samantha.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 152px; HEIGHT: 149px" height="146" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/AQ12.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 204px; HEIGHT: 297px" height="351" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/mommy.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SP Classmates (Jieleng, June, Huizhen, Huda)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="304" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/IMG_2351.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="212" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Huda.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Years of Friends. Says It All (Kenneth)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; HEIGHT: 134px" height="130" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/kenneth.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-3728901216552891727?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/3728901216552891727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=3728901216552891727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/3728901216552891727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/3728901216552891727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/02/over.html' title='Over'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-117025842111275269</id><published>2007-01-31T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T07:47:02.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressions VS Judgment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"First impressions are important" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;VS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Never judge a book by its cover"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most of us have heard of the above 2 phrases throughout our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm pretty sure we are all pretty comfortable with what it means too don't we?&lt;br /&gt;So why not just cut straight to the point and curiously question, Which is the more important phrase today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to admit that if the following 2 girls walk right pass me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/JessicaAlba01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="340" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/CandyGirl.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, its pretty obvious that the hotter of the 2 catches my attention 100,000 more times than that of the other less flattering of the 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hell, I may not even notice the presence of the "other" girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;C'mon, who are we kidding?&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty much the same for everyone (Girls admit it. If Brad Pitt and Average Joe walks pass, I'm damn sure Brad Pitt gets your undivided attention). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The very first impression that you give to anyone seeing you for the 1st time will&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 98%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the time be the impression you will give them for the rest of your life (or at least the&lt;br /&gt;1st 10 times they see you). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You could say that I'm shallow in thinking this way but I would pretty much disagree. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok put 1st impressions aside for just a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never judge a book by its cover&lt;/em&gt;. Pretty obvious isn't it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I mean everyone puts their trust into someone else's hands and what does that person do?&lt;br /&gt;Break your heart, stamp on it and toss it into a pile of garbage.&lt;br /&gt;But you couldn't see it coming... It wasn't your fault.&lt;br /&gt;No, you should have seen it coming?&lt;br /&gt;But how? There were no warning signs!&lt;br /&gt;That person listened to every word i said, lent me their shoulders, they gave me a decent, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Trust-ME!"&lt;/span&gt; feeling...&lt;br /&gt;I never expected them to do this to me!&lt;br /&gt;All these sound familiar? And what would you say to yourself... I should not have judge that person by their appearance.&lt;br /&gt;They were actually pretending all along!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ironically it leads back to the 1st thought: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"First impressions are important."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So which do we trust? Which is more important? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's a scenario (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If the story happens to resemble something that you have experienced. It's entirely coincidental that I choose now to say it and that these were all&lt;br /&gt;based on past and present experiences. In other words. YOU &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CAN'T&lt;/span&gt; SUE ME!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl seems pretty nice. She's so sweet! She dresses appropriately, nothing revealing. And she just gave $100 to a children's benefit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 months later...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl that seemed pretty nice and all really was a backstabbing bitch. She gave me the impression she was trustworthy and i told her everything that was&lt;br /&gt;close to my heart. And what does she do? Tell the whole world behind my back and even said what a terrible fool I was...&lt;br /&gt;Ever been through something like this? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So do you still trust 1st impressions, or would you keep denying that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clearning the air:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm sure there are many people out there who may think that I'm hanging out with the wrong person of late and you may think he is the kind of person you think he is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let me tell you something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He isn't what you most you people make him out to be. He just happens to be a victim of the dreaded &lt;em&gt;"1st impressions"&lt;/em&gt; when infact he is&lt;br /&gt;a 100,000,000 times better person than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 491px; HEIGHT: 330px" height="368" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/EditedJiahao.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is pretty much like a "brother" to me so I would greatly appreciate if you (you know who you are) stop trying to act as if you know who I should hang out with&lt;br /&gt;and who I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;You had your chance. And you blew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recent happenings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's been going on lately with me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm in the middle of the exams. Nope not exactly studying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 540px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="406" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Sleeping.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I took a break from my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 51px" height="70" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Aquamarine01.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Aquamarine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was involuntarily asked to take some neoprints with collegues (From Top Left Clockwise: &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baoru, Shiwen a.k.a Wushu Queen,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me, and My "Bro" Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/AQ13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I visited the Science Center and National Museum with the above people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="370" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/FutureSexLoveSound.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="244" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/ScienceCenter.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dyed and cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="294" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Me03.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And she still is my happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="394" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Samantha.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Credits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The following pictures were courtesy of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jessica Alba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jessica-alba.org/003.htm"&gt;http://www.jessica-alba.org/003.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ugly Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ristoklint.com/picture-gallery-1C/pictures/candy-girl.htm"&gt;http://www.ristoklint.com/picture-gallery-1C/pictures/candy-girl.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-117025842111275269?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/117025842111275269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=117025842111275269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/117025842111275269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/117025842111275269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/01/impressions-vs-judgment.html' title='Impressions VS Judgment'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-116914903476894078</id><published>2007-01-18T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T11:37:14.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running away. It seems like its the easiest solution to a problem isn't it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do people like to run away?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I used to believe there isn't any problem in the world, well in my world that can't be solved.&lt;br /&gt;Now? I don't know. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok lets all be honest with one another, no holds barred. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why did I skip a vast majority of this last semester?&lt;br /&gt;I was and still am sick. But not physically sick.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm going through now is a tremendous mental breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;Something inside of me just snapped.&lt;br /&gt;And trust me, it wasn't just like snapping a fallen twig.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every part of me just disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a lot of weight.&lt;br /&gt;I don't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost some part of my social interaction. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything that I believed in seemed like nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The motivation to go to school is gone.&lt;br /&gt;The motivation to work has declined.&lt;br /&gt;The motivation to live the life is fading.&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I lost the motivation to believe in myself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is probably the first time I gave up on a problem.&lt;br /&gt;Usually I would find a way out of this problem, just like any other problem.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this time I chose the unimaginable option of running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to shun away from the problem and hope it would just disappear.&lt;br /&gt;The 1st time I choose to run away probably turn out to be one of my costliest mistake. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really. What's the next step?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-116914903476894078?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/116914903476894078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=116914903476894078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/116914903476894078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/116914903476894078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2007/01/running-away.html' title='Running Away'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-116637892397043482</id><published>2006-12-17T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T10:08:46.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;X-mas Wish List 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my stupid boy&lt;/span&gt; to get&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; his stupid girl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; to find my new girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; crumpler bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;drum&lt;/span&gt; set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;punching&lt;/span&gt; bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wayne Rooney new &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;auotobiography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;White converse &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;couple&lt;/span&gt; of shirts and/or t-shirts from topman or zara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The new topspin &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For my friends to be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; (For I will only be happy if they are...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If wishes could come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish to forget bout &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy X-Mas and Merry New Year to all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-116637892397043482?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/116637892397043482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=116637892397043482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/116637892397043482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/116637892397043482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-dreaming.html' title='Christmas Dreaming'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-116598712714268385</id><published>2006-12-12T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T21:18:48.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money's Not An Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I lost&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; our&lt;/span&gt; ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I lost &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; diamond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I lost &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-116598712714268385?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/116598712714268385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=116598712714268385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/116598712714268385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/116598712714268385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2006/12/moneys-not-issue.html' title='Money&apos;s Not An Issue'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-116569114523385168</id><published>2006-12-09T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T11:05:48.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want For X-Mas Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What do i want for x-mas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Unrealistically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I would very much like to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(1)&lt;/strong&gt; Golden Retriever Puppy (Yeah the kind that takes a crap anywhere anytime)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2)&lt;/strong&gt; Mercedes SLK 65 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(3)&lt;/strong&gt; $500 Levi's voucher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(4)&lt;/strong&gt; A year's supply of MM or MML (That will save me fucking lots of money)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Realistically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I would very much like to have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(1)&lt;/strong&gt; Golden Retriever Puppy (Yeah the kind that takes a crap anywhere anytime)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2)&lt;/strong&gt; Mercedes SLK 65&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(3)&lt;/strong&gt; $500 Levi's voucher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(4)&lt;/strong&gt; A year's supply of MM or MML (That will save me fucking lots of money)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ultimately I want &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;to be my x-mas present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-116569114523385168?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/116569114523385168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=116569114523385168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/116569114523385168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/116569114523385168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-i-want-for-x-mas-is.html' title='All I Want For X-Mas Is...'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-116460562611752226</id><published>2006-11-26T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:02:38.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I know that I can't take no more, It ain't no lie, I wanna see you out that door..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to leave and let someone take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; place. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have occupied my heart for way too long. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; brought me down to my knees and left me stranded and lost. I was already a fool to let &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; play me the way &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; played the rest BUT I was much more foolish to continue to cling onto the ends of a rope I knew could no longer be restored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I'm checking out, I'm signing off, Don't wanna be the loser and I've had enough..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I thought I was the loser in the games &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; play but guess what babe. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lost. When &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; said the words that broke my heart into a million pieces, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; left a scar so big I thought I will never recover from. I thought I lost the game. Instead nowI know that really I won and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lost. The day &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; walked out was the day I won the game as I've come to see that life has defintely been much better once &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Don't wanna be your fool in this game for two, So I'm leaving you behind..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I now realize who really was the fool between us. It was &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all along...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-116460562611752226?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/116460562611752226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=116460562611752226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/116460562611752226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/116460562611752226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2006/11/bye-bye-bye.html' title='Bye Bye Bye'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-116288752905491673</id><published>2006-11-07T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T13:19:16.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's Gone To The Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;To those constantly complaining there aren't any &lt;strong&gt;good movies&lt;/strong&gt; to watch these days. I think you should check your eyes. Just look at the wide selection we are given. We are all spoilt for choices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here why don't I recommend a few for you. Money back &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unguaranteed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Hey what do you take me for... The movie man?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in need of &lt;strong&gt;action&lt;/strong&gt; you should watch either &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Crank"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"D.O.A"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Crank"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is about some bald ass dude (No not&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; ambrose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) kicking the crap out of the bad guys, while being poisoned and at the same time, fucking the crap out of his girl in the middle of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chinatown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My best guess was that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hotel 81&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was fully booked and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinatown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was the cheapest place available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"D.O.A"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is certainly a good alternative. I mean which dude in their right mind would not want to watch 5 hot chicks kick the living crap out of 100,000 guys. Btw I heard that they couldn't get the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Spice Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as they were to busy reuniting and the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Backstreet Boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; weren't feminine enough for the part. Thus the part eventually went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Holly Valance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are &lt;strong&gt;feigned hearted&lt;/strong&gt; then I suggest something for the family. How about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Flushed Away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Flushed Away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is about some High Class Rat (I'm sorry &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mickey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They were looking for rats, not mice) being literally flushed down and saving his rat population from a toad. Oh didn't you know? Rats and Cats of the World have decided to put their differences aside after seeing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mickey Mouse and Simba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; working together in Disney. I'm sorry &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evil Fairy Godmother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Toads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are the new bad guys in cartoons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your heart is really that &lt;strong&gt;feigned&lt;/strong&gt; (And hospital bills are too high) then I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strongly recommend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The Grudge 2" or "Final Call"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Horror movies are so modern nowadays. I mean did you know that evil spirits can now use their wide mileage and travel on Spirit Class on Spirit Airways to wherever they want to? Heard they have a new promotion, the more you scare people, the more mileage you get. Really, the mom in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The Grudge 2"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; should really teach her boy some manners. Doesn't he know that not only is it rude to scare people un-announced but it is actually &lt;strong&gt;ILLEGAL&lt;/strong&gt; to scare them at their crotch level. Only a boy and what a &lt;strong&gt;pervert&lt;/strong&gt; he is. Frankly, the mom herself isn't any better. Can't she get a decent haircut? Her hair is constantly in the way of scaring people. We want to see her face.&lt;br /&gt;Fine maybe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The Grudge 2"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is not quite your thing so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Final Call"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a decent alternative. Bet you didn't know that by sending a forwarded message to your friends will ensure your survival and not theirs?! Hmm maybe I should forward a message to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Whose last name sounds similar to that of Feline) on my mobile... Nah. I think spirits themsevles have been to engrossed in their spiritworld.email.com that they have to now resort in forwarding messages to actually kill a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see. I told you there are so many Oscar worthy movies around! So stop complaining and get to the cineplexes quickly. Wouldn't want you &lt;strong&gt;wasting your time&lt;/strong&gt; watching CNN or HBO when you can spend $9.50 on decent movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow! Let's all welcome &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hua's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 4 million smiles as he bravely decides to attempt to win a car via the &lt;strong&gt;Subaru Challenge at Ngee Ann City&lt;/strong&gt; over the weekend. No seriously. Well done dude, out of 800 participants who started out, you were the 180th person left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hua's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; surveying the competition &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="341" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Blog%20Photos/huassubaru04.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the light?!?&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Alleluia. Alleluia..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW the babe in yellow is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Meijie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hua's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; girl. Stay away dudes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You have been warned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; HEIGHT: 366px" height="447" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Blog%20Photos/huassubaru03.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What-the-fuck-I'm-freaking-exhausted"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="478" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Blog%20Photos/Huassubaru02.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOT OF THE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hua's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ASS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 357px" height="520" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Blog%20Photos/Huassubaru01.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You perverts. There ain't any more pics.. haha.. Nah good effort dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Happy Birthday &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 178px" height="357" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Blog%20Photos/sharonbdae1.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S&lt;/strong&gt; I've finished reading (Yes &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; read other than just &lt;strong&gt;FHM&lt;/strong&gt;) this book. Recommendable to all especially to the Emotional-less people of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="326" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Blog%20Photos/5people.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Alrite people...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;CIAO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-116288752905491673?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/116288752905491673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=116288752905491673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/116288752905491673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/116288752905491673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2006/11/everyones-gone-to-movies.html' title='Everyone&apos;s Gone To The Movies'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/Blog%20Photos/th_huassubaru04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-116219229399704867</id><published>2006-10-29T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T23:17:26.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highway To Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's been one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;of a weekend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mostly it was hell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was worse than screwing a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;900 year old gorilla&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I lost my match against&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NYP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; on friday. The good part was that SP won 3-2 (The gals won 4-1). But since I've already mentioned that it was a hellish weekend.. Lets all mourn over my tragic lost. Everybody. Together now...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, that save a wretch like me&lt;/em&gt; (Goes severly off-tune)..."&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty pissed at myself and the whole team had to render their condolences.. I mean console me to calm me down. That was a night match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following morning, our school had to play a postponed match against&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That we disastrously lost 5-0 (Guys and gals team). I was rested for that match so it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team had lunch at "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ding Tai Fung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and I decided to try their Mango Pudding. It was deliciously sweet, bloody brilliant stuff. But you know as the phase goes, "&lt;em&gt;Never judge a book by its cover.&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In this case, never judge a mango pudding by its cover. I largely suspect my fever of 41.4 degrees, diahorrea and constant vomitting the following 36 hours was due to this deadly mango pudding &lt;strong&gt;(AND NOTHING 2 DO WITH THE FACT THAT I WAS SICK AND STILL CONSUMED LARGE QUANTITIES OF ALCOHOL...)&lt;/strong&gt;. Such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sweet delicacy yet so deadly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUST LIKE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and I would like to say this. As you can see from the picture that this is such a beauty. It is the ultimate beauty a guy can own. Petite, Pretty, Hot, Slim, etc. In other words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A PERFECT 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 173px" height="387" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/car.jpg" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(For those who can't see it like Nic as I tested it on her. This beauty is a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mini cooper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How unfortunate that the guy who owned this beauty was such an ignorant prick. He actually parked his beauty right infront of the staff entrance of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; hotel (yes people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; hotel. It's all mine!). How do you expect people to get out?!?! What if there was fire! The beauty will be trampled upon like a stampede of elephants over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lets continue our discussion on ignorant people. There's this security guard in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; hotel who asked my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; friends (Who are from the dragonboat team), "&lt;em&gt;What is that?&lt;/em&gt;!" (--&gt; Pointing to the paddle) Like hello... It's a paddle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What you think it is? An exqusite piece of fertitilty god or perhaps a sculpture!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And he followed a stupid question with a stupider question.."&lt;em&gt;Why did you bring it for!&lt;/em&gt;?" Gee I wonder why my friends brought it. Maybe it's cause they decide to become rebels and their choice of weapon was one single paddle to stuff it up that asshole of a security's ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But you can't blame him for being such a prick. After all, their boss is one of the biggest prick in the universe. He's like constantly screaming (Notice I said screaming...) at his staff yelling things like "&lt;em&gt;Are you stupid or what?"&lt;/em&gt; when actually, he's a real life version of a walking pussy (No offence to cat lovers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant people are aplenty in Singapore. Ok maybe the following scenario is not about an ignorant person. It's about a person who can't seem to understand the sign&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CLOSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; He was trying to top up his EZ link when the machine clearly spells out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLOSED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. And he just kept trying to insert into all the available holes (No pun intended) and still can't figure out why. Which part of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CLOSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;could he not understand. I think it's the english part of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CLOSED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that he doesn't understand. And mind you.. This guy is neither "&lt;em&gt;blind, illeterate nor senile"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I was in school and after having some "Fresh air", decided to wash up. And thus was inside the toilet that I found it mildly amusing they have this inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 464px; HEIGHT: 176px" height="377" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o193/darrenlim1005/toilet.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What do they expect us to forget? Our &lt;em&gt;ding-a-ling, our thingy&lt;/em&gt;... haha.. ok I'm sorry. Just a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Hell should be over. Oh wait. It's not. There's BD. Ok... Hell continues...&lt;br /&gt;"Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir. &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/36472236-116219229399704867?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/116219229399704867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=116219229399704867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/116219229399704867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/116219229399704867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2006/10/highway-to-hell.html' title='Highway To Hell'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-116184397129334665</id><published>2006-10-25T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:32:17.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Hard Knock Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And so it seems. the first post was a success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I feel like a man now. No longer a boy.... I'm finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A MAN!!!!!!!!!!!! Roar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;(Apperently... If i put too much exclamation marks I was warned that I could potentially be debarred from blogging ever again. Do I look like I give a flying fuck? WAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What a great last two days (if you think i'm being sincere. well u guessed wrong babe. I'm a guy. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guys are not sincere&lt;/span&gt;. We are &lt;strong&gt;DAMN FREAKING SINCERE&lt;/strong&gt;! but we aren't sincere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on. I shan't do my tutorials. Everytime I decide to be the &lt;strong&gt;clever, genious, intelligent, hardworking student that I am&lt;/strong&gt;... I never make it for tutorials despite my &lt;strong&gt;brilliant dilligence&lt;/strong&gt; in completing the tutorial. Instead, I always make it for tutorials when my alter-ego (--&gt; U know.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the mini&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Louis's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;running all over the place. Oh wad a thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;) over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;called me, I tot who's this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crazy woman calling me at 5.30am. Don't you know a PRINCE like me needs his sleep! And why has the sun risen so brightly. Its 5.30 in the morning. Isn't the sun supposed to awake at like 7am!?!?! To my complete delight. I realized it was actually 8.30am. Boy oh boy. Mrs. W must be going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where's that NOTTI BOY again?!"...&lt;/em&gt; I proceeded to then take my own&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spicy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;time (--&gt; Who says it must always be sweet? I like my time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SPICY.. Sizzling hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;!). Took a cab to school and the driver decides to take his own&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Spicy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;time too (Not with me. I'm too straight for that kinda shit). I mean is like i can even see the birds flying faster than the cab (Not that cabs can fly.. Wad kinda world u think we live in?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hogwarts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was competition day. But I didn't play not bcoz I wasn't selected but because of the rain. Postponed till Saturday. Damn it. I was scheduled to play the most pressured position, the 3rd and final singles. The weather must be playing with us.. maybe I should ask&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;since she did "Understanding weather..." Mayb she can tell me why rain is called rain and why clouds are called clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered singing (Yes people. I can sing. I can hold a tune without sounding like a crossbreed of crows, toads and Jack.. Oops did I say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;? I meant the Jackal)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Rain rain go away, come again another day... Little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Louis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; wans to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; (Play ... hmmmm... play with who?! Muhaha. More importantly. Play WHAT!) &lt;em&gt;Rain rain go away..."&lt;/em&gt; Apperently it didn't quite work coz right after I finished, it &lt;strong&gt;rained heavier and lightning strikes tripled&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminded me of the song... &lt;em&gt;"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream. If you see a croccodile. Don't forget to scream! AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRHHHHH!"&lt;/em&gt; I know what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Huda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;will say. &lt;em&gt;"What nonsence!" &lt;/em&gt;oh wait. That sounds more like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aunty Wong-Ka's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; class now. She.. I mean he is being a prick as usual. So I shall come back later and spread my nonsence to the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472236-116184397129334665?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/116184397129334665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=116184397129334665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/116184397129334665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/116184397129334665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-hard-knock-life.html' title='It&apos;s A Hard Knock Life'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472236.post-116171547978194056</id><published>2006-10-24T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T11:44:39.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dirty little secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alrite people. I've got a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dirty little shameful secret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today, i did it for the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was damn nervous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just gave in to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;temptation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;urge was too strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My heart said "No! Don't do it..." but the rest of the body was like "Be a man! Just do it baby!" Now I'm curiously afraid I didn't meet up to expectations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everything happened &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so fast I only remember feeling sticky and tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at the end.&lt;br /&gt;I could &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hardly even hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well all I can say now is that it was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pleasurable experience&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Painless and unregrettable&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At least I can now hold my head high and say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm no longer a virgin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLOGGER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You asses. What were you sick, perverted people thinking about?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok anyhow... I've got to roll out the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red carpet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and thank &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for doin such a damn fine job creating this whole thing for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do I have any expectations for this blog? (Woah sounds like I'm filling in a job interview... &lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;What expectations do you have for this company&lt;/strong&gt;,"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;--&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Get paid! Duh... Show me the money baby! WOOOOO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;) Ok yeah ... Nah. I'm just doin this for fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Unless of course I become famous just by blogging and become an instant celebrity by doin nothing.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I don't even have to flaunt my ass.. i mean assets&lt;/span&gt;. Can you imagine all the fame and fortune (Ka-CHING!&lt;strong&gt; --&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; For u dense people out that. "&lt;strong&gt;ka-ching&lt;/strong&gt;" is the sound of a cash register and not a place in Malaysia.) Gee i can just be like "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Falling Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" (Say it in Mandarin) and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;her fake eye lashes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think I can just &lt;strong&gt;retire by the age of like 25&lt;/strong&gt;. Settle down with my model wife and our very &lt;strong&gt;own football team in a palace up in Bukit Timah Hill&lt;/strong&gt; over looking all you commoners!  (I'm sorry but its the highest point in Singapore... Madness. Other countries have mountains and what do we have? Hills). MUHAHAHAH! Being served by maids in French dresses (Not the salad dressings idiots!). I shall train the maids to say "Your wish is my command Your Highness..." or "Yes your highness..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Damn. Look at the time. I've been dreaming bout hilly assets and french maids that I forgot about doing ITFD. If I don't do.. I think i'll get the "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uh-uh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" by &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mrs. W&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Imagine..."&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darren! U didnt do ur tutorial! Uh-uh you NOTTI boy. HeheHAHAhoohoo..&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alriteys. A bit long winded for this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;virgin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; entry but I'll be back.&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/36472236-116171547978194056?l=naughty15-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/116171547978194056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36472236&amp;postID=116171547978194056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/116171547978194056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36472236/posts/default/116171547978194056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty15-boy.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-dirty-little-secret.html' title='My dirty little secret'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301379111938529388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QwRO8zXa8Y/SVSEoMFGtiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ESdlcg0SIzc/S220/KateMoss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
