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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Baseline&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had ALOT of memorable conversations with various people. But of course the most memorable of the list of memorable ones will consist of you telling someone something they should not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jan "There is no such thing as taking risk, guys dont take risk when it come to girls, they do something cause they know they can.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a guy and you have seen The Ugly Truth, you pretty much can tell any girl out there that every single thing Mike Chadway said about guys are the truth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a girl and you have seen The Ugly Truth, you will pretty much go into denial like Abby Richter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen The Ugly Truth, you really should watch the movie.....freak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a seperate note, the shit I said up there, if you are a guy and you disagree with me..let me ask you this few questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) When was the last time you went after a girl knowing you CAN'T get her??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We guys are capable of distinguishing between;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a girl we know we SURELY will not look at / consider&lt;br /&gt;- a girl we know we SURELY can get&lt;br /&gt;- a girl we know we like / really like&lt;br /&gt;- a girl we know will SURELY be a challange&lt;br /&gt;- a girl we know will SURELY be a conquest&lt;br /&gt;- a girl we know will SURELY be out of our league&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..so don't give me that crap about you NOT agreeing with me about what was said up there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) When was the last time you taken advantage of a situation when you &lt;u&gt;KNOW&lt;/u&gt; the girl is in a vulnerable stage?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) When was the last time you wanted to hi-jack another dudes GF,  just by acting the opposite of the boy friend??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your answers to the questions above will be...deep down inside..'cause I know..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you are a girl and you disagree with me, then I also would like to ask you this few questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Ever made it easy for the guy??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like question 1 for the guys, when you make it easy..WE WILL KNOW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Ever sit down and expect a guy to do something, and he doesn't do it??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want something done, either you hint profusely..or you just tell us, cause like what was said up there, we do something cause we know we can, we hardly do anything when we have no baseline of what is going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, guys will know I am telling the truth, but girls will still deny it cause..they just plainly dont wanna believe what is being said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with such guidance, girls reading this will not believe me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-8719789561009662663?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8719789561009662663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=8719789561009662663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8719789561009662663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8719789561009662663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/11/60th-post.html' title='60th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-152305063089227894</id><published>2009-11-08T00:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:12:05.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>59th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Randomness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things has been looking rather shitty for the past week or so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whether its not being able to cope with demands, to personal feelings, to trying to not lose the temper, to holding it in, to trying to fight the itch to smoke even after 7 months or trying to fight a personal dissatisfaction..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No matter what it is, after the fall..we shake it off..and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But of all the listed things up there, I guess 'trying to fight a personal dissatisfaction' is actually the hardest thing to do, as compared to the rest of the things listed up there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Put it in perspective&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) Cope with demands = you can just suck it up and do it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) Personal feelings = you can just suck it up and pretend nothing happened..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) trying not to lose the temper = you can just don't entertain your anger..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4) holding it in = you really just need to hold it in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5) fight the itch to smoke even after 7 months = you really just need will power to keep on saying no..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but as for 'trying to fight a personal dissatisfaction'..honestly there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; really a way to just shake it off and move on..it was funny how dissatisfied you can get whenever you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; achieve something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a quote recently,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You can't be in the game without a goal' = this is actually so fucking true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randomness 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever looked at someone in the eyes, and as they are speaking of you, you actually see disappointment?? I would say its not hard to spot if you actually pay enough attention to what was being said, how the sentence was formed and the words that was chosen, and more importantly the body language as they are speaking of you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have seen it a few times...once as the person was speaking of someone else, a few other times where friends are speaking of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;douchebags&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; give a fuck about, and a few times it was my turn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Its not exactly thrilling to spot someone concealing their disappointment at you and at the same time the words uttered are contradicting their body language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;First time for me as the person spoke of me,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I spotted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of concealed disappointment and FUCKING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of concealed hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course during this time..I was devastated as hell and to spot all those was just another blow to the crotch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Which at this point..a friend of mine told me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are sad..and its the first time I seen you this sad.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after that there was another time which reminded me of the first time (just the disappointment part)..and I was sad because it has flashes of the first time...then as it goes on it just dawn on me...I was just dissatisfied..I really wasnt sad at all.. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At this point my friend pointed out to me &lt;strong&gt;"Why is it when you speak of it..it sounds as though you are telling me a story of how you did not win a bowling competition you were in.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed..and I wasn't dissatisfied anymore thereafter..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So moral of the story..when you are dissatisfied..just laugh but of course, it must come with a so to speak Epiphany.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-152305063089227894?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/152305063089227894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=152305063089227894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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twenty-three&lt;br /&gt;I was married to a widow who was pretty as can be&lt;br /&gt;This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red&lt;br /&gt;My father fell in love with her and soon they too were wed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm my own grandpa&lt;br /&gt;I'm my own granpa&lt;br /&gt;It sounds funny I know,&lt;br /&gt;But it really is so&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm my own grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life&lt;br /&gt;My daughter was my mother 'cause she was my father's wife&lt;br /&gt;To complicate the matter even though it brought me joy&lt;br /&gt;I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little baby then became a brother-in-law to Dad&lt;br /&gt;And so became my uncle, though it made me very sad&lt;br /&gt;For if he was my uncle, then that also made him br'ther&lt;br /&gt;Of the widow's grown-up daughter who was also my stepmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's wife then had a son who kept them on the run&lt;br /&gt;And he became my grandchild, for he was my daughter's son&lt;br /&gt;My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue&lt;br /&gt;Because altho' she is my wife, she's my grandmother too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if my wife is my grandmother, then I'm her grandchild&lt;br /&gt;And every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild&lt;br /&gt;For now I have become the strangest case I ever saw&lt;br /&gt;As husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-4184046827907519365?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4184046827907519365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=4184046827907519365' 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Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Messiah Complex&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A messiah complex is a state of mind in which the individual believes he/she is, or is destined to become, a &lt;a title="Savior" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Savior"&gt;savior&lt;/a&gt;. Many, although not all, people who have a so-called messiah complex often are suffering from some form of schizophrenia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case of course, the definition up there is not necessary. In this case, we would just define Messiah Complex as someone that just cannot turn down a distress call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;House once called Wilson a person with a Messiah Complex, just so we are clear..Wilson is the person on the &lt;u&gt;LEFT&lt;/u&gt; and House is the person on the &lt;u&gt;RIGHT&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SuHmuwU39FI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DdwXMnWjFk0/s1600-h/House-Wilson-house-md-3842143-550-342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395847519487390802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SuHmuwU39FI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DdwXMnWjFk0/s400/House-Wilson-house-md-3842143-550-342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Wilson "That is not my porn.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So why is it that some people just can't turn down a distress call?? Is it because they have nothing better to do?? Is it because they just have to help?? Is it because they just want to be accepted?? or maybe they are just plain nice..no matter what the reason is good or bad..more often than not I believe people like that are actually good at helping others but not themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On screen, Wilson always seems to be the person with all the answers to House's whims and always know what do to or tell House, but when it comes to himself being in a limbo, he usually can't help himself, even if it is the simplest thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good example is Hank Azaria in his short lived TV Series Huff, a fucked up shrink that knows what to tell others, but not himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If by any chance you have a friend like that, pay a little more attention and you will come to realise that he/she SERIOUSLY cant help him/herself when it matters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395847680580272994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SuHm4IcaQ2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/fH-T3z2YZQI/s400/cc-houseandwilson.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-243425480859787310?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/243425480859787310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=243425480859787310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/243425480859787310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/243425480859787310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/10/58th-post.html' title='58th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SuHmuwU39FI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DdwXMnWjFk0/s72-c/House-Wilson-house-md-3842143-550-342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-6981717063269535719</id><published>2009-10-18T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:58:38.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>57th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;????&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New favourite song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ysSxxIqKNN0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ysSxxIqKNN0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I know this song was specifically writen for Transformers 2..but the meaning behind the lyrics seems deeper than the movie itself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-6981717063269535719?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6981717063269535719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=6981717063269535719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6981717063269535719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6981717063269535719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/10/57th-post.html' title='57th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-5717519854667040540</id><published>2009-10-04T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:21:07.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>56th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Strung Out&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;He's Just Not That into You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; not too long ago, chick flick or not, I gotta admit, its a pretty damn good movie. The writing was great and the acting was even better, minus Scarlett Johansson (cause I feel her acting is bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant put the Youtube video here..but this is my favourite scene..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfe-ecRCovk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfe-ecRCovk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my favourite part of my favourite scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gLDHJkt-Fv4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gLDHJkt-Fv4&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a line..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're my exception'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-5717519854667040540?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5717519854667040540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=5717519854667040540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/5717519854667040540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/5717519854667040540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/10/56th-post.html' title='56th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-1425843108696805625</id><published>2009-09-29T00:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:47:11.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>55th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Morgan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SsDeTZeV5VI/AAAAAAAAAMA/PKkvU1cxs88/s1600-h/wondercon-zachary-levi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386549579172144466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SsDeTZeV5VI/AAAAAAAAAMA/PKkvU1cxs88/s400/wondercon-zachary-levi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This move up here is called 'The Morgan', it came from TV series Chuck. The reasoning behind this move was that, back then Morgan was always picked on by girls, and he protected the two things he felt are the most important before he got hit, the face and the crotch, but as for the sissy pose, I dont have a reasoning for that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as for what this post is about, all said and done..The Morgan up there is essentially for pussies. You are so scared to face the fact that you curl up like that and avoid getting hit. I would admit that I did 'The Morgan' before cause I was too afraid of change and looking back at it probably that would be one mistake I might just have to take to the grave with me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is really getting hit worse than curling yourself up to make that sissy pose? Of course I know its not, and how long/many more times you can do that pose until you regret?? People believe third time is the charm..I believe ONE time is enough..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-1425843108696805625?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1425843108696805625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=1425843108696805625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/1425843108696805625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/1425843108696805625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/55th-post.html' title='55th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SsDeTZeV5VI/AAAAAAAAAMA/PKkvU1cxs88/s72-c/wondercon-zachary-levi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-6364645823908537813</id><published>2009-09-27T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:33:35.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>54th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aura&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching &lt;strong&gt;Chuck&lt;/strong&gt; over the weekend and I came about a very interesting word;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word is &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Schnook,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and the layman's term, it means someone that is always victimised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the same day, as I was watching my beloved below average Liverpool maul Hull City, I came about another intersting set of words;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aura of Inevitability&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, which speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever came across any individuals, that has this &lt;strong&gt;'Please Bully Me'&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;'Please Victimised Me'&lt;/strong&gt; tag on their forehead? Just take a second to be honest with yourself, ALL of us has bump into one and ALL of us has taken advantage or has bully one, unless of course if YOU are a &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Schnook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; then you won't know what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, ever came across any individuals that has this aura about them, some form of greatness, intimidation and mutual respect for? Those are the people with Aura of Inevitability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and of course there are those &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;normal people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, which either bullies and victimised the &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Schnooks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and respects those with the &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aura of Inevitabilty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Let me give you a simple example which I believer speaks for itself;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Football;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Schnooks - Darren Fletcher, Paul Scholes, Jamie Carragher, Ryan Babel, Nicklas Bendtner, Salomon Kalou &amp;amp; Steve McLaren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know how they look like, just take a moment to think if you would mess with them if you are a senior or a bigger star than them or equals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aura of Inevitability - Fernando Torres, Steven Gerrard, Wayne Rooney, Rio Ferdinand, Frank Lampard, John Terry, Cesc Fabregas &amp;amp; Fabio Capello&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the stars of the English games, having to face them sometimes there will only be one out come, you will lose and because they bear the aura with them, before anything you lose half the battle already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another simpler example close to home, lets take a look at our 4th and 5th Prime Minister, who between the two you think is the &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Schnook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and the &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; bearer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final example will be the male characters of Friends, 2 Schnooks and an Aura bearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is cruel, so if you are a &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Schnook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, you are not getting out of there, if you are an &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; bearer, you will lose it and down graded to be a &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;normal person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. So at the end of the day, if you are a fucking Schnook you WILL forever be a &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Schnook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-6364645823908537813?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6364645823908537813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=6364645823908537813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6364645823908537813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6364645823908537813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/54th-post.html' title='54th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-6948956359641211677</id><published>2009-09-23T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T16:59:32.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>53rd Post!!</title><content type='html'>SO I found out over Fly FM the other day, that Google has this translate option, so Phat Fabes, Ben and Nadia translated this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's have some fun, this beat is sick&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take a ride on your disco stick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was translated to BM..and the output..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mari kita bersenang-senang, menewaskan ini sakit&lt;br /&gt;Saya ingin menumpnag kayu disco anda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took the liberty of testing it out..and I tried translate the entire Taylor Swift - You Belong With Me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AHzIq_n-DQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AHzIq_n-DQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda berada di telefon dengan pacar &lt;br /&gt;Dia marah. &lt;br /&gt;Dia akan pergi tentang sesuatu yang anda katakan &lt;br /&gt;'Cuz dia tidak mendapatkan humor seperti yang saya lakukan ... &lt;br /&gt;Aku sedang di dalam bilik &lt;br /&gt;Ini tipikal Selasa malam &lt;br /&gt;Aku sedang mendengar jenis muzik dia tidak suka &lt;br /&gt;Dan dia tidak akan pernah tahu cerita anda seperti yang saya lakukan ' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dia memakai rok pendek &lt;br /&gt;Aku mengenakan T-shirt &lt;br /&gt;Dia menghibur kapten &lt;br /&gt;Dan aku di bangku-bangku &lt;br /&gt;Bermimpi tentang hari ketika anda bangun &lt;br /&gt;Dan mendapati bahawa apa yang anda cari sudah ada di sini sepanjang waktu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika anda bisa melihat bahawa akulah yang mengerti anda &lt;br /&gt;Di sini sepanjang jadi mengapa tidak boleh anda lihat &lt;br /&gt;Anda termasuk dengan saya &lt;br /&gt;Anda termasuk dengan saya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berjalan di jalan-jalan dengan anda dan anda usang jins &lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak bisa berfikir ini ialah bagaimana seharusnya &lt;br /&gt;Tertawa di bangku taman, berfikir untuk diri sendiri &lt;br /&gt;Hei tidak mudah ini &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kau punya senyum yang dapat menerangi seluruh bandar &lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak melihatnya dalam beberapa waktu kerana dia membawa anda ke &lt;br /&gt;Anda berkata baik-baik saja anda &lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu kau lebih baik maka &lt;br /&gt;Hei Whatcha lakukan dengan seorang gadis seperti itu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia memakai sepatu hak tinggi &lt;br /&gt;Aku pakai sepatu kets &lt;br /&gt;Dia bersorak kapten dan aku di bangku &lt;br /&gt;Bermimpi tentang hari ketika anda bangun &lt;br /&gt;Dan mendapati bahawa apa yang anda cari sudah ada di sini sepanjang waktu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika anda bisa melihat bahawa akulah yang mengerti anda &lt;br /&gt;Di sini sepanjang jadi mengapa tidak boleh anda lihat &lt;br /&gt;Anda termasuk dengan saya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berdiri dan menunggu di pintu belakang anda &lt;br /&gt;Selama ini bagaimana kau bisa tidak tahu &lt;br /&gt;Baby ... &lt;br /&gt;Anda termasuk dengan saya &lt;br /&gt;Anda termasuk dengan saya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ' &lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat kau sopir ke rumah saya di tengah malam &lt;br /&gt;Akulah yang membuatmu tertawa &lt;br /&gt;Apabila anda tahu anda tentang menangis &lt;br /&gt;Dan aku tahu lagu kegemaran anda &lt;br /&gt;Dan kau ceritakan tentang impian anda &lt;br /&gt;Kurasa aku tahu di mana anda berada &lt;br /&gt;Saya rasa saya tahu itu dengan saya ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak boleh melihat bahawa akulah yang mengerti anda &lt;br /&gt;Di sini selama &lt;br /&gt;Jadi kenapa tidak bisa anda lihat &lt;br /&gt;Anda termasuk dengan saya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berdiri dan menunggu di pintu belakang anda &lt;br /&gt;Selama ini &lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana kau bisa tidak tahu &lt;br /&gt;Bayi anda termasuk dengan saya &lt;br /&gt;Anda termasuk dengan saya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda termasuk dengan saya &lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah anda berfikir hanya mungkin &lt;br /&gt;Anda termasuk dengan saya &lt;br /&gt;Anda berpadanan dengan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda termasuk dengan saya ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-6948956359641211677?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6948956359641211677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=6948956359641211677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6948956359641211677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6948956359641211677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/53rd-post.html' title='53rd Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-2871640177288644822</id><published>2009-09-23T01:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:22:10.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>52nd Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Weak Moments&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure everyone has their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;weak moments&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before, a moment you feel so weak that you become vulnerable and more often than not do something that you will regret later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an episode of that few days back and did something which of course I regret thereafter. I guess the bad part about my slip up was that it was not meant for the person I actually showed it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1ME4iWFJ6U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1ME4iWFJ6U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hero sing you a song..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-2871640177288644822?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2871640177288644822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=2871640177288644822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2871640177288644822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2871640177288644822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/52nd-post.html' title='52nd Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-3768433085801579358</id><published>2009-09-22T03:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T03:56:51.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>51st Post!!</title><content type='html'>Feeling #hennwei on the second day of Raya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very strong feeling of loss looms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mBjwwX93toI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mBjwwX93toI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bsDtZW7Ljj8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bsDtZW7Ljj8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-3768433085801579358?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3768433085801579358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=3768433085801579358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/3768433085801579358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/3768433085801579358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/51st-post.html' title='51st Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-7097812082633523993</id><published>2009-09-11T21:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:37:18.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need For Speed, Need For Attention [Part 006]</title><content type='html'>INT. J.K&amp;amp; R.L'S ROOM - AFTERNOON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K lies motionless on the bed staring blankly into the ceiling, looking beat, lifeless and dark eye lids around him making it obvious he has not rest in days, he sighs and closes his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;QUICK FLASH TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich Aunty appears infront of him and appears to be making out with J.K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;QUICK FLASH TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K gets off the bed in shock and quickly ran to the rest room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. REST ROOM - CONTINUOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K goes to the toilet bowl and pukes, right after he breaths heavily, he flushes and gets to his feet. He moves towards the mirror and looks at himself. He turns on the tap and washes his face, he takes a look at himself again and the reflection seems to have a life of its own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;REFLECTION&lt;br /&gt;400 horses..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K nods to his own halucination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, Hinder - Get Stoned starts playing, J.K responds and exits the rest room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. J.K&amp;amp; R.L'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He approaches the bed and watches his Iphone rings, as he looks on chills run through his spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;WHITE FLASH TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. HOTEL ROOM - AFTERNOON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K lies under the comforter, equipped with a facial expression as though he just got raped, not far away, Rich Aunty is putting back on her clothes. She turns around and cathes J.K looking at her. J.K looks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She crawls on the bed towards J.K and hugs him. J.K freezes in disgust, she kisses him all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Rich Aunty&lt;br /&gt;(happy)&lt;br /&gt;You made my toes curl just now..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J.K&lt;br /&gt;(disgusted)&lt;br /&gt;So are you now..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich Aunty laughs and gets off the bed, J.K's freezing motion comes to an end. She goes to her handbag. She takes out her Iphone and makes a call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Rich Aunty&lt;br /&gt;(bossy)&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad come get me from Shangri-La..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hangs up, and starts removing the sim card from the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Rich Aunty&lt;br /&gt;(bossy)&lt;br /&gt;I saw a destroyed Iphone in the toilet just now..&lt;br /&gt;I take it that it is yours..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tosses her Iphone to the bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Rich Aunty&lt;br /&gt;(bossy)&lt;br /&gt;you can have mine boy..I got another&lt;br /&gt;3 of it at home..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reaches in her handbag again to take out a cheque book and approaches a small table to write, she tears off the cheque and leaves it at the table, she walks toward the door thereafter as J.K watches on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Rich Aunty&lt;br /&gt;(bossy)&lt;br /&gt;You wanna kiss mummy goodbye??&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K blows her a flying kiss in reluctance and Rich Aunty leaves the room with a smile of satisfaction. She halts and then take another sharp look at J.K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Rich Aunty&lt;br /&gt;(bossy)&lt;br /&gt;You want your car?? Right??&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K nods in agreement like a little puppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Rich Aunty&lt;br /&gt;(horny)&lt;br /&gt;then you are going to have to see me&lt;br /&gt;more often...the cheque is a guarantee &lt;br /&gt;that I am not fucking with you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then leaves. The moment the door closes, J.K gets off the bed, puts on his boxers back on and runs towards the table where the cheque is on, he picks up the cheque and his eyes glow. The cheque states there 'RM 15,000'. He then takes a quick look at the Iphone still lying on the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J.K&lt;br /&gt;Wow..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;WHITE FLASH TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. J.K&amp;amp; R.L'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K snaps out of his imagination and continues looking at the phone, it is Rich Aunty calling, he ignores the call. When the phone stops ringing, he then makes a call &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J.K&lt;br /&gt;Hi D..wanna follow me to the work shop??&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-7097812082633523993?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7097812082633523993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=7097812082633523993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/7097812082633523993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/7097812082633523993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/need-for-speed-need-for-attention-part_11.html' title='Need For Speed, Need For Attention [Part 006]'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-5881705204322860208</id><published>2009-09-10T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:40:47.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need For Speed, Need For Attention [Part 005]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;"So what exactly are we talking about here?" she rasped, her tongue licking her lips in a futile attempt to be seductive. She gazed upon her future toy with nothing but lust in her eyes. It was obvious she couldn't hide her delight at things to come, her crooked smile plastering across the wrinkled sagging face of hers. Which was already far younger than she was. But even the modern medicine miracle that was Botox had its limits, and she had reached it. Not like she cared. This wasn't the old days where she had to seduce her way through powerful men, to build up her own dynasty of wealth. She wasn't looking for another billionaire husband, the last one had already made her far more wealthier than any of her previous five husbands. All she need now, was hours of sweaty, raw, carnal pleasure, and standing right in front of her, was her new and very delicious solution to her necessity. She licked her lips again, and pursed her lips, for any more of this, and she might end up salivating over her new plaything. She couldn't take it anymore, the urge was too strong.&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"Well, boy? I can't wait all day, you know. It's simple. Car, or no car. Take it or leave it. Now this offer will only be on the table for another five seconds, so you better be quick" she hissed, the words coming out like it was a dagger dipped in honey. A certified seductress, surely, but way past her expiry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;J took a big gulp, swallowing a slug of saliva which built up in his throat. His heart was pacing, and in spite of being in the presidential suite, he was dripping in sweat. &lt;i&gt;This was it&lt;/i&gt;, he told himself. &lt;i&gt; The chance is finally here, so what the heck am I waiting for? Do it, J, do it! Don't think twice, just close your eyes, imagine Jessica Beil or something, but for fucks sake, DO IT!&lt;/i&gt; he told himself, mustering up his own courage to utter those very words. &lt;i&gt;Well, here goes nothing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"Okay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Out came a tiny whisper from his mouth, and she perked her head up. He gulped again, and closed his eyes. &lt;i&gt;Jessica Biel, Jessica Beil!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"What did you say? I didn't know I was paying for a mute... speak up boy," she said again, as she reached out for him, bony fingers running down his chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"Okay. You have a deal. I want the car. You can take what's yours..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;And without missing a beat, she was on him like a bitch in heat. Except this time, that line wasn't a metaphor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-5881705204322860208?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5881705204322860208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=5881705204322860208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/5881705204322860208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/5881705204322860208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/need-for-speed-need-for-attention-part.html' title='Need For Speed, Need For Attention [Part 005]'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-2205974301481541417</id><published>2009-09-09T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:50:57.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need For Speed, Need For Attention [Part 004]</title><content type='html'>INT. J'S HOUSE - HALL - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.E and R.L sits at the hall of J'S house, both staring blankly into a 40 inch LCD TV with Transformers running on the screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(V.O)&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no, no... Hey! That's my car!.....Hello?&lt;br /&gt;911 emergency. My car's been stolen!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J.E&lt;br /&gt;(laughs)&lt;br /&gt;Imagine J calls the police to tell that his car&lt;br /&gt;engine exploded..he would have went.. 'No, no, no, no, no, no...&lt;br /&gt;Hey! That's my car!.....hello mummy?? my car engine exploded!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;R.L&lt;br /&gt;(laughs)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell him I laughed!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.E turns his attention towards the stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J.E&lt;br /&gt;(suspicious)&lt;br /&gt;How Long has he been in the toilet??&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chills run through their spines and they both rush up the stairs, into J and R.L's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. J &amp;amp; R.L'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rush to the rest room door and J starts banging on the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J.E&lt;br /&gt;(raises voice)&lt;br /&gt;J????&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;R.L&lt;br /&gt;(concern)&lt;br /&gt;Dear...are you alright??&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.E bangs on the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J.E&lt;br /&gt;Hey!! fucking answer man!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet door opens from the inside, looking like a zombie J walks out of the restroom only with a towel covering his private areas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J.E&lt;br /&gt;(disgusted)&lt;br /&gt;AhH!! man!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not liking what he sees, J.E walks out of the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J.E&lt;br /&gt;Hey R..you take care of that piece, I am out of here.. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;R.L&lt;br /&gt;(thankful)&lt;br /&gt;Okay..thanks J..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.E shows himself to the door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. J'S HOUSE - PORCH - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.E walks out of the porch to his white Peugeot 308, and drives off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;FADE TO BLACK:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FADE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. SILVAS - EVENING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J and an unknown guy are sitting at their usual table outside of the restaurant. The guy is W.H, 25, plum, fair and confident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;W.H&lt;br /&gt;I can hook you up with easy money man,&lt;br /&gt;if you really want it fast, but the trade&lt;br /&gt;off for it..(disgusted)um......&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;Sounds scary..but I am not scared..so tell it&lt;br /&gt;to me..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;W.H&lt;br /&gt;You heard about those lonely wife of rich men??&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..those rich high ranking people's wife..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;W.H&lt;br /&gt;If you can stomach having sex with them..they&lt;br /&gt;will pay you ALOT of money man..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;(mortified)&lt;br /&gt;Sex??&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;W.H&lt;br /&gt;or you can go for the slower version..take them out for&lt;br /&gt;shopping..they reward you with Ralph Lauren or CK or whatever&lt;br /&gt;and give you a small token of appreciation...of maybe 200 bucks,&lt;br /&gt;you bang them ONE time..at least 10 times the return..and if you&lt;br /&gt;can make them cum..and they request a revisit..that would be at&lt;br /&gt;least 10k session everytime..(bragging) how you think I got my&lt;br /&gt;3 Series?? I bang that old cougar till she asked me to stop..&lt;br /&gt;and straight away she bought me a 3 series..(smirks)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;WHITE FLASH TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;INT. REST ROOM - J'S HOUSE - NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J stands infront of the mirror half naked with a towel covering his private parts, he looks at himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;(dejected)&lt;br /&gt;If I can make the old cougar cum I might just get&lt;br /&gt;her to buy me a GTR..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J rubs his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;(dejected)&lt;br /&gt;400 over fuckign horse powers..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As J was admiring how he thinks he might look in his dream car, noises from the rest room door, someone is banging on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J.E (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;(raises voice)&lt;br /&gt;J????&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;R.L (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;(concern)&lt;br /&gt;Dear...are you alright??&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.E bangs on the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J.E (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;Hey!! fucking answer man!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J washes his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;(points at the mirror to himself)&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you cum you old bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then preps himself to look dejected again and opens the rest room door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;INT. J &amp;amp; R.L'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J.E&lt;br /&gt;(disgusted)&lt;br /&gt;AhH!! man!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not liking what he sees, J.E walks out of the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J.E&lt;br /&gt;Hey R..you take care of that piece, I am out of here.. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.E walks out of the room and down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;Are you okay??&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;(sulking manner)&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt by the remark, R kisses J on the cheeks and leaves the room, J watches intently as R leaves the room and picks up his IPhone to make a call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;(sulking manner)&lt;br /&gt;Hey W.H...set me up, with the richest one...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;W.H (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;YOU SERIOUS?? she is a tough cookie to handle man...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;You are not me..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;EXT. SILVAS - NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.H, D, R and J are on their usual table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;W.H&lt;br /&gt;(laughs)&lt;br /&gt;okay..let me know how it goes...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.H hangs his mobile phone, and quickly turns his attention to the rest of the gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;W.H&lt;br /&gt;(laughs)&lt;br /&gt;J.K wants me to hook him up with a rich&lt;br /&gt;old aunty...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His words catches everyone by surprised and they all laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;(laughs)&lt;br /&gt;Another man whore in the making...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;(laughs)&lt;br /&gt;He wants a 700,000 car, so W.H what is the criteria&lt;br /&gt;to land something like that??&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;W.H&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the same rich old lady and make sure she cums and&lt;br /&gt;ask you to stop before you finish like few million times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;(laughs)&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe J.K will be going down that path&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.H gets defensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;W.H&lt;br /&gt;You see that white 325 Beamer there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang continues their chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;FADE TO BLACK:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;INT. HOTEL ROOM - AFTERNOON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J stands infront of the balcony door looking out to a view facing the entire KL City. Looking nervous and anxious he picks up his mobile phone and makes a call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;(annoyed)&lt;br /&gt;Hey!! W.H!! where is that lady??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door bell rings, J's heart nearly pops out of his mouth, in shock he hangs up and slowly moves to the door. He opens the room door and to his dismay he sees an old lady wearing a black spaghetti strap and a VERY short mini skiry, she is RICH AUNTY, late 50's, blonde hair, tan and scrawny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;RICH AUNTY&lt;br /&gt;Are you J.K??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;(mortified)&lt;br /&gt;......yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich Aunty pushes J.K into the room, she takes the 'Do Not Disturb' sign, puts in at the door knob and closes the door and locks every single lock there is on the door. J.K looks in fear as Rich Aunty approaches him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She moves in closer and attempts to kiss J.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K. moves away and starts yelling, he moves closer to the bed and starts to compose himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;(mortified)&lt;br /&gt;.....you...want..the good stuff...you have gotta wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Rich Aunty&lt;br /&gt;(excited)&lt;br /&gt;I might dry up waiting..so dont keep me waiting too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reaches into her Gucci Handbag and takes out a bottle of lubricant and toss it to the bed. J.K could hardly believe what he sees and takes a deep breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;(mortified)&lt;br /&gt;Let me get comfortable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He moves slowly to the restroom watching intently to Rich Aunty's every move and quickly goes into the restroom and locks the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;INT. REST ROOM - CONTINUOUS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K nervously takes out his phone and makes a call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;(Angry) (Softly)&lt;br /&gt;W.H!!! she is appalling man!!! you fuck face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;W.H (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;she is the richest and surely can give you 700k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich Aunty bangs on the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;RICH AUNTY (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;(horny tone)(weird accent)&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep me waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.H laughs over the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;W.H (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;She sounds like Akasha~okay i gotta service&lt;br /&gt;my client now..bye..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.H hangs up and J.K tosses his Iphone in anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;(Angry)&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;RICH AUNTY (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;(horny tone)(weird accent)&lt;br /&gt;oh...say that one more timeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continues banging the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;RICH AUNTY (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;(horny tone)(weird accent)&lt;br /&gt;I dont usually do this......begging for my toy&lt;br /&gt;to come out of the toilet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J braces himself..and opens the door, the moment he opens the door Rich Aunty jumps him like a tiger hunting its prey. J awkwardly removes her from her grasp and move away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;RICH AUNTY (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;(horny tone)(weird accent)&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you are resisting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rich Aunty pushes J.K onto the bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-2205974301481541417?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2205974301481541417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=2205974301481541417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2205974301481541417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2205974301481541417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/need-for-speed-need-for-attention-part_10.html' title='Need For Speed, Need For Attention [Part 004]'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-2634822916314597071</id><published>2009-08-10T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:11:35.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need For Speed, Need For Attention [Part 003]</title><content type='html'>The room stank of a stench of whiskey, cigarettes and moldy sweaty laundry. Ash and butts littered the floor, and the air thick with smoke as though Mt. Krakatoa had just laid waste to the room. He squenched his nose, took a deep breath, and braved into the lit-less room, reaching for the windows. A quick pull of the drapes and unlocking of the frames, and a little civility returned to what can only be described as a disaster for a room. Air levels began normalizing, and as light bathed the room, things could only seem to get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the corner of the room, was J, slumped almost lifelessly, except for the consistent blinking as his eyes adjusted to its new surrounding. He was a haggardly sight, unwashed for days, shirt caked with what looked like a mix of pizza and puke, with an empty bottle of Chivas in one hand, and a long burn out cigarette butt in the other. Drool (or puke, maybe) flowed freely from the corner of his lips, and you could see the confusion on his face as he tried to recognize the person in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look like shit man. What the fuck is wrong with you man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J squinted again, trying to focus hard. "Jay Fee? Ish dat you man? Itsh been afile.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awhile?You've been fucking missing for two weeks man. If it wasn't because of your girlfriend calling us for help, we would've just thought you were caught up with work or something. What happened?" said J.E., with a genuinely concerned look plastered on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vat do you min by vat hap-... happe.. happened? Me ok. See? Alifee..' replied J, thumping his chest like he was King Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are such a fucking mess man. Come on now, let's get you cleaned up right now. R.L., give me a hand here, ok? Let's drag this deadbeat to the washroom.." said J.E. as he took J's hand and slung it over his shoulder. J burped loudly as J.E. did this, releasing a stench worse than the ninth level of hell. J.E. stuttered for a moment, trying to control the nausea building up within him, before lifting J to his feet. R.L. grabbed the other hand, trying to lift J up, but J just couldn't stand on his two feet. Slowly, they just dragged him towards the washroom, all 70kgs of lifelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dragging a whole gunny sack of rice would've been easier than this&lt;/i&gt;, thought J.E. as he made his way to the washroom. An evil thought flashed in J.E.'s mind. &lt;i&gt;Well, I could make the most out of this and end up with some very entertaining photos while cleaning him up&lt;/i&gt;. And J.E. grinned as he approached the washroom. &lt;i&gt;This will be entertaining. Heh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-2634822916314597071?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2634822916314597071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=2634822916314597071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2634822916314597071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2634822916314597071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/08/need-for-speed-need-for-attention-part.html' title='Need For Speed, Need For Attention [Part 003]'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-199780785046012176</id><published>2009-07-30T11:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:43:00.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need For Speed, Need For Attention [Part 002]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;EXT. SILVAS - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J and his bunch of friends are sitting down in an overly crowded 24 hours restaunrant, with J leading the talk on the table it is quite obvious from a far, everyone is listening because they have to and not because they want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;(bragging)&lt;br /&gt;I dusted the 206..and then my car failed me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chinese guy in a weird looking spectacles next to him speaks, he is D, 25, fair, overweight, arrogant and smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;SO...you lost??&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;(defensive)&lt;br /&gt;No..my car failed me...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;you know in F1..if your car breaks down...by default you lose..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;yeah..but I did NOT lose..it is like Lin Dan fighting some&lt;br /&gt;unseeded asshole, if Lin Dan twist his ankle, he cant play&lt;br /&gt;anymore..but that doesn't mean Lin Dan lost..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian Guy next to D speaks, he is R, 25, lean, always have an opinion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;So you comparing your car to Lin Dan?? if Lin Dan was&lt;br /&gt;a car in badminton he would have been a Veyron..so you&lt;br /&gt;cannot use him as an example..let me see (thinks) your EVO&lt;br /&gt;is very likely ONLY Jalani Sidek in badminton terms&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;Fug you man!! my car is at least Lee Chong Wei!! (turns to D)&lt;br /&gt;your car is the Jalani Sidek in badminton terms and (turns to R)&lt;br /&gt;your car is the court cleaner in badminton!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lively table takes a moment of awkward silence, a guy next to R speaks, he is J.E. 25, lean, ignorant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J.E&lt;br /&gt;yes and my car is the badminton court, but why cant&lt;br /&gt;you just take the lost as a lost..but then again..why would&lt;br /&gt;you race a 206?? its a no contest...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;(interupts)&lt;br /&gt;that he ends up losing..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;(smirks)&lt;br /&gt;what a shame..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.E, R and D laughs, J zones out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;White Flash to: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. ROOM - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J is in a curled up position on a bed in a barely lit room crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;(weeping)&lt;br /&gt;my baby..my EVO 6.5&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J cries lauder and turns to his pillow for comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;White Flash to: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. SILVAS - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;Well laugh all you want..my car can beat any of your cars&lt;br /&gt;even without trying&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;That is a given like how MU beat Malaysia 2-0 few days back..&lt;br /&gt;no contest..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;No..there will be a contest..I will give you all abit of chance first..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-199780785046012176?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/199780785046012176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=199780785046012176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/199780785046012176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/199780785046012176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/07/need-for-speed-need-for-attention-part_30.html' title='Need For Speed, Need For Attention [Part 002]'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-5518626228120826722</id><published>2009-07-29T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:15:58.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need For Speed, Need For Attention [Part 001]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"FUCK THIS SHIT!"&lt;/span&gt; screamed J, as his car came to a stall. How could this be? How is this possible? His car was a beast, as far as he was concerned... a white stallion which screamed through the streets like the wind, leaving everything in its dust. And now, for it to fail him at such a critical point, and to make things worse, to a 206, was more than he could bear. Tears began to form around his eyes, but he sucked it back it. Real men don't shed tears, he told himself, manning up and reaching below his dash to pop the hood. The beast was dead, the moonlight shimmering upon its broken body, and it looked like it would be a long and lonely walk home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-5518626228120826722?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5518626228120826722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=5518626228120826722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/5518626228120826722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/5518626228120826722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/07/need-for-speed-need-for-attention-part.html' title='Need For Speed, Need For Attention [Part 001]'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-2802562147227796342</id><published>2009-07-03T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:13:34.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Person with the Pants&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, I have always wonder what determine who wears the pants in the relationship (the person in control). Its it that ALL girls have complete control over her partner cause people seem to think that girls are naturally gonna gain the advantage in a relationship, which to a certain extend..of course it is true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this on an article online; she said 'it depends on the personality, who has the stronger character, if the guy is laid back and the girl is not..naturally she will gain control but if she is the submissive kind the guy will assume control naturally.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with her. I do have a case study but just not good to mention it over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my take on how someone lose or gain control..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) it depends on how into her you are..which also boils down to how hard was it to hit on her..if she make it SO hard for you..you will be chasing harder and harder and when you finally get her..you willl do almost anything to please her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) how into you she is..and whether or not you know it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys have the tendency to take advantage of a relationship at times knowing the fact that the girls likes him more than he likes her, I know cause I did it before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one quote which I saw on the net..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'In order for a relationship to work the guy must love the girl alot and try not to understand her at all..and the girl must love the guy a little and understand him alot'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post dont really make sense..but I am glad i am back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-2802562147227796342?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2802562147227796342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=2802562147227796342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2802562147227796342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2802562147227796342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/07/50th-post.html' title='50th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-3242539533096017632</id><published>2009-06-19T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:44:51.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>theme song for the day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yz_eagS58jo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yz_eagS58jo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jack is the man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-3242539533096017632?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3242539533096017632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=3242539533096017632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/3242539533096017632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/3242539533096017632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/06/theme-song-for-day.html' title='theme song for the day..'/><author><name>hennwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12568694919130970289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WufMamFnBag/SV2blxnYMEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5xfOSVjjXjo/s1600-R/henoheno.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-683345481043098859</id><published>2009-06-19T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:21:08.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>proof obama rocks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="411" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FJ2H1K_0FXw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/FJ2H1K_0FXw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="411" height="250"&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/1349517458653827974-683345481043098859?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/683345481043098859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=683345481043098859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/683345481043098859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/683345481043098859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/06/proof-obama-rocks.html' title='proof obama rocks.'/><author><name>hennwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12568694919130970289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WufMamFnBag/SV2blxnYMEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5xfOSVjjXjo/s1600-R/henoheno.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-6287653078945175518</id><published>2009-06-18T19:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:14:46.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='code monkey'/><title type='text'>code monkey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4Wy7gRGgeA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4Wy7gRGgeA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not too bad a song. quite a catchy tune. cant say much for the vocals but yea. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-6287653078945175518?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6287653078945175518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=6287653078945175518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6287653078945175518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6287653078945175518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/06/code-monkey.html' title='code monkey!'/><author><name>hennwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12568694919130970289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WufMamFnBag/SV2blxnYMEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5xfOSVjjXjo/s1600-R/henoheno.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-7086127051842573770</id><published>2009-06-08T15:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:18:26.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Engineers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Seeing this, I somewhat pity myself all over again. Engineers are such misunderstood people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_G5TzA-7-B2Q/Siy7PPiQ87I/AAAAAAAAAJA/mYjiIRj2Ky8/s1600-h/engineer%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="engineer" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="195" alt="engineer" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_G5TzA-7-B2Q/Siy7QOlygLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FNl5yxzkGOs/engineer_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="350" 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/1349517458653827974-7086127051842573770?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7086127051842573770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=7086127051842573770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/7086127051842573770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/7086127051842573770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-on-engineers.html' title='More on Engineers'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_G5TzA-7-B2Q/Siy7QOlygLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FNl5yxzkGOs/s72-c/engineer_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-6962327149358918954</id><published>2009-06-08T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:15:56.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neil Patrick Harris @ The Tony Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It has always been my greatest of opinions that NPH is one of the best performers around, from the days of Doogie Howser, to him playing himself on Harold and Kumar, to HIMYM and Dr Horrible. This just tops it up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oYjSwbte3G4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oYjSwbte3G4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-6962327149358918954?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6962327149358918954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-317343834916109799</id><published>2009-06-04T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:52:09.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elmo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WufMamFnBag/SienPvW5k8I/AAAAAAAAACA/kPOkWqkhDwQ/s1600-h/elmo-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WufMamFnBag/SienPvW5k8I/AAAAAAAAACA/kPOkWqkhDwQ/s320/elmo-l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343423371750773698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-317343834916109799?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/317343834916109799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=317343834916109799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/317343834916109799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/317343834916109799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/06/elmo-d.html' title='elmo..'/><author><name>hennwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12568694919130970289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WufMamFnBag/SV2blxnYMEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5xfOSVjjXjo/s1600-R/henoheno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WufMamFnBag/SienPvW5k8I/AAAAAAAAACA/kPOkWqkhDwQ/s72-c/elmo-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-3284246134387955351</id><published>2009-06-03T08:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:30:02.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg</title><content type='html'>I believe, the best feeling to wake up to, is when you go online, and first article you read, has this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5TzA-7-B2Q/SiXDvs0QgWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LTNmvl2zmCQ/s1600-h/ff14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5TzA-7-B2Q/SiXDvs0QgWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LTNmvl2zmCQ/s320/ff14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342891757196575074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMO, release window: 2010&lt;br /&gt;Yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-3284246134387955351?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3284246134387955351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=3284246134387955351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/3284246134387955351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/3284246134387955351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg.html' title='omg'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5TzA-7-B2Q/SiXDvs0QgWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LTNmvl2zmCQ/s72-c/ff14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-6766643762886117977</id><published>2009-06-02T22:53:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:23:58.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformers hd trailer'/><title type='text'>the countdown begins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;22 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-6766643762886117977?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6766643762886117977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=6766643762886117977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6766643762886117977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6766643762886117977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/06/countdown-begins.html' title='the countdown begins!'/><author><name>hennwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12568694919130970289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WufMamFnBag/SV2blxnYMEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5xfOSVjjXjo/s1600-R/henoheno.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-7831383132968738273</id><published>2009-06-02T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:15:07.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perception.</title><content type='html'>i didn't draw this but i had this thought on being colourblind.. its all a matter of perception..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/32/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/pillar.jpg" alt="" width="450" height="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however we all know that theres a science to it all in the end. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-7831383132968738273?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7831383132968738273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=7831383132968738273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/7831383132968738273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/7831383132968738273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/06/perception.html' title='perception.'/><author><name>hennwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12568694919130970289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WufMamFnBag/SV2blxnYMEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5xfOSVjjXjo/s1600-R/henoheno.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-2474596558061992239</id><published>2009-05-31T22:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:58:58.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been awhile..</title><content type='html'>*edit update cause terlampau emo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msn just said im a big FAILure.. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WufMamFnBag/SiKgNnXv0vI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xdw4nK6DUgE/s1600-h/fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 435px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WufMamFnBag/SiKgNnXv0vI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xdw4nK6DUgE/s320/fail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342008263782159090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. when language FAILS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-2474596558061992239?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2474596558061992239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=2474596558061992239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2474596558061992239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2474596558061992239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-awhile.html' title='been awhile..'/><author><name>hennwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12568694919130970289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WufMamFnBag/SV2blxnYMEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5xfOSVjjXjo/s1600-R/henoheno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WufMamFnBag/SiKgNnXv0vI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xdw4nK6DUgE/s72-c/fail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-3759185669968659830</id><published>2009-05-30T16:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:14:58.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoSL_qayMCc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/CoSL_qayMCc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how often do you meet the right person.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make it count. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do the right thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-3759185669968659830?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WufMamFnBag/SV2blxnYMEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5xfOSVjjXjo/s1600-R/henoheno.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-3892662477357504553</id><published>2009-05-27T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:48:33.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barcelona champions league finals barca anthem himne del barca'/><title type='text'>HIMNE DEL BARÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ocpEL4pNPIk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ocpEL4pNPIk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" 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 style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sing along!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot el camp&lt;br /&gt;és un clam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;som la gent blau-grana&lt;br /&gt;tant se val d´on venim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si del sud o del nord,&lt;br /&gt;ara estem d´acord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estem d´acord&lt;br /&gt;una bandera ens agermana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blau-grana al vent,&lt;br /&gt;un crit valent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenim un nom,&lt;br /&gt;el sap tothom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barça!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Barça!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Baaarça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jugadors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguidors&lt;br /&gt;tots units fem força:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;són molts anys plens d´afanys,&lt;br /&gt;són molts gols que hem cridat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i s´ha demostrat, s´ha demostrat,&lt;br /&gt;que mai ningú no ens podrà tórcer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blau-grana al vent,&lt;br /&gt;un crit valent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenim un nom,&lt;br /&gt;el sap tothom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barça! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Barça!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Baaarça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Translation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clamor rises&lt;br /&gt;from the pitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re the blue and claret people&lt;br /&gt;Makes no difference where we hail from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it’s from the south or the north&lt;br /&gt;Now we all agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all agree,&lt;br /&gt;One flag unites us in brotherhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue and claret flowing in the wind&lt;br /&gt;One valiant cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got a name&lt;br /&gt;that everyone knows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barça! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Barça!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Baaarça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Players,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supporters&lt;br /&gt;United we are strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much glory through the years&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the many goals we’ve cheered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it has been proven, it has been proven&lt;br /&gt;That no one can break us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue and claret flowing in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;One valiant cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got a name&lt;br /&gt;that everyone knows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barça! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Barça!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Baaarça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-3892662477357504553?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;utada's back. i wonder if this song is about her ex-husband? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a part in the song that sounds sooo jpop... only its in english and it takes a little getting used to. but i like it. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-4077973501069162848?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4077973501069162848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=4077973501069162848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/4077973501069162848'/><link 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home, my life took a 360 degree turn as I was introduced to better TV shows and programs. But the one that changed my life the most was ESPN and Star Sports, cause they air the EPL and Champions League. Apart from that, ESPN and Star Sports also managed to introduce a new person which I only know through the screen..which is Shebby Singh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324159471038940690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SeM21I7OxhI/AAAAAAAAALg/ibrdTRKYJhA/s400/876731613_d9166c66aa_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fair to say that all Malaysian dread for the moment he opens his mouth as all you will hear is shit or shit or shit or SHIT..or SHIT or nonsense that don't make sense, I only remember agreeing with him once..as for the rest of the time..I was hoping that John Dykes will take a gun out and blow his head away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This would be a few facts of Shebby 'The Man' Singh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1) He won EVERY domestic honour there are to win for a Malaysian footballer, he is also a South East Asian Games gold medalist for class of 1989&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) His real name is Serbgeth Singh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) He is a cock fuck pundit on ESPN &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) He always ALWAYS say "John"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Whole of Malaysia thinks he is an idiot, though the idiocy Jamie Reeves, Paul Masefield and the rest of people there are always up for debate, but he (Shebby) is the biggest IDIOT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I never intended a post dedicated to talking about an idiot like him, but he wrote an article about Rafa Benitez on &lt;a href="http://www.malaysianinsider.com.my/"&gt;http://www.malaysianinsider.com.my/&lt;/a&gt; that really ticked me off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On the day Liverpool lost 1-3 at Anfield to the Roman Blues, I gotta admit it was hard to swallow, we conceded 2 stupid goals, scored by the same idiot. It was painful to see, but here is my take on the game..Liverpool had an off day..and only the back 5 were playing football, there rest of the team weren't...and this is Shebby 'The Man' Singh's take..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themalaysianinsider.com.my/index.php/opinion/shebby-singh/22874-rafa-destroys-liverpool"&gt;http://www.themalaysianinsider.com.my/index.php/opinion/shebby-singh/22874-rafa-destroys-liverpool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said Rafa's zonal marking failed, and its a defensive style for noobs, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liverpool conceded 21 goals in 32 games.&lt;br /&gt;Spurs conceded 36 goals in 32 games.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess whatever way Spurs is defending with gotta be more effective than Liverpool cause they conceded 15 goals more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said he is not sure if Rafa is a top coach or a fat Spanish waiter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rafa Benitez:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 La Liga&lt;br /&gt;1 Uefa Cup&lt;br /&gt;1 Champions Leage&lt;br /&gt;1 Fa Cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shebby Singh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Coach of MY Team (Reality TV) and got nothing&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see Shebby..even if I were to put Rafa's worst achievement (Tenerife Promotion to LaLiga) up there..you football coaching career couldn't even match it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And since you are so verbal of your attack on Rafa then please let me add..not being racist but if he can go on saying 'is Rafa a top coach or a Fat Spanish Waiter'..then I will say, 'Is Shebby a pundit or a Stupid Punjabi Pundit.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here are some of his most famous Live TV moments;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1) Gerrard best position for England is Right Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I truly believe that ESPN script you to be the one getting the heat by the fans and fellow pundits..but if the program is not scripted, then you are the biggest fucking idiot in the world..Gerrard as right back..you might as well say that David James' best position is to be a striker cause he is strong and Peter Crouch as a defender cause he is tall. &lt;em&gt;Fucking idiot&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2) Half time and Full time at 2005 Champions League (Liverpool down 3-0 and Liverpool winning the the CL later..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The Idiot talk ALL sort of shit and smack about how big an idiot Liverpool is and when they won he is ALL praise for them for being unbelievable..I gotta admit I lose faith too when they were down 3-0, but talking about a team the manner in which you spoke about is just down right disrespectful..and how you turn the tides when they won it was just pure idiocy. &lt;em&gt;Fucking idiot&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3) Praising Juande Ramos to take his beloved Spurs to the next leve and losing faith there after&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;All said up there..you are a cock fuck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;4) Arguing with Steve McMahon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Both of you are shit, but you (Shebby) are shit-tier than him by virtue of being an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done ranting, but I think you should reconsider your job and move on to something that suits you more..talking shit and not offending people, you might do good as a stand up comedian..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-2007812351850651053?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2007812351850651053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=2007812351850651053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2007812351850651053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2007812351850651053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/04/49th-post.html' title='49th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SeM21I7OxhI/AAAAAAAAALg/ibrdTRKYJhA/s72-c/876731613_d9166c66aa_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-5741703508142044586</id><published>2009-04-04T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:07:03.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>48th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Life On Mars&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC has came out with a few mega hit TV show over the past year, shows like Lost, Desperate Housewives, Grey's Anatomy and etc..glad and sadden to say this shows are still on going. Started off with a bang but its somewhat crappy now..especially Lost..now the show really is LOST..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and so in 2008, ABC picked up a pilot of Life On Mars, which of course used to be a hit British TV series..much like NBC's The Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show stars Jason O'Mara, Harvey Keitel and the former New Jersey DiMeo family mobster Michael Imperiolli..its a shame that the show only made it for one season due to the lack of viewers, but then again..how can you determined the "no" viewers based on some research company basing it on a few thousand fellas (although they do it very frequently..I still think its crap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show wrapped up after 17 episodes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;very cleanly and neat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; according to an atricle I read online..This show is memorable for alot of funny reasons..they came out with jokes like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you know that Jesus is black??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'He likes the cosmic..he calls everybody brada..and even he couldn't get a fair trial'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hunt "You couldn't find sand even if you slid off a camel"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carling "I will crawl through half a mile of broken glass just to kiss the last man who sucked her toes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty damn impressive jokes for a drama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its also a real shame that so many great shows limp or get cancelled because of bad ratings..just because an average American cant understand the joke or the concept; shows like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Arrested Development (Cancelled after 3 seasons of limping)&lt;br /&gt;2) Scrubs (after limping on NBC season after season now in ABC for its final season)&lt;br /&gt;3) 30 Rock (Lack of viewers every single episodes but sweeping TV awards like no tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;4) Life (great concept but lack viewers)&lt;br /&gt;5) Life On Mars&lt;br /&gt;6) Day Break (Cancelled)&lt;br /&gt;7) The Inside&lt;br /&gt;8) In Justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer that any of this 8 shows survive than to see Meredith and McDreamy drama on Grey's anytime of the day, or how lost Lost is in translating the show to the viewers or how 4 almost 200 years old combined, housewives struggling with life, or how the flowchart in House works..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patient get sick --&gt; get sicker--&gt; get better --&gt; get seriously sick --&gt; House come out with idea --&gt; Patient is cured&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..even if all this show actually do make it pass the 5 seasons mark..how many will be memorable..like..Friends, Frasier, NYPD Blue, The Shield, Sopranos..maybe House will but the rest dont stand a fucking chance. So to my American friends...please get a little smarter and get shows like Heroes..and 4 camera comedy out of the TV screen and start being smarter by watching more single camera comedy..with no "HA HA HA HA" assist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-5741703508142044586?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5741703508142044586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=5741703508142044586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/5741703508142044586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/5741703508142044586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/04/48th-post.html' title='48th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-2913724971830007954</id><published>2009-03-24T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:03:01.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;(10:58:36) derek: who here gonna participate in earth hour 2009&lt;br /&gt;(10:58:56) jan - bitteremotions.blogspot.com: me&lt;br /&gt;(10:59:06) derek: seriouslehhh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting this up as PROOF&lt;br /&gt;Which I will use to back up my camera when I am at Jan's house at 9PM. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save the earth, turn off your lights&lt;br /&gt;http://www.earthhour.org.my/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-2913724971830007954?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2913724971830007954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=2913724971830007954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2913724971830007954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2913724971830007954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-2009.html' title='Earth Hour 2009'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-2738775366411929013</id><published>2009-03-18T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:49:56.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>47th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dragon Ball (Movie)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and so I went for the screening of Dragon Ball Evolution (DBE), without expecting much I went into the cinema with a smile cause I somehow sense that the movie was gonna be bad shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again..I don't make movies, I don't know how to make movies..we will get back to this later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon Ball is one of the best manga / comic that ever made it out of Japan, with such iconic characters like Goku, Vegeta and etc etc..with such a heavy burden on the shoulder those Americans making the movie had to live up to the heavy expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They casted a white guy to play an Asian character (Goku)..remember the white Chun Li on the previous post?? but I was fine with it, the made Picollo looked like a Halloween costume..I was still fine with it..they made the so called Capsule Corp gadget looked like Transformers..I was fine with it..they casted a white girl as Bulma..I was fine with it..they gave the stupid Yamcha role to some Asian American..I was fine with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I was not fine with is the way the movie was presented..fair enough the acting was bad..apart from Chow Yun Fatt who played Master Roshi to perfection..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling you all how bad Chun Li was..but at least Chun Li had a flow to it..they showed A to Z...the flow of DBE is like;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start---A---G----M----B----Y----F----X---Y---The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie actually made Chun Li looked good..it did not help with that Kamehameha, so fake..so ugly..and when He (Goku) was Kamehameha-ing..it seem as though he had a bad cast of constipation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even this shit is better..SERIOUSLY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m-r4B0Fa_-s&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing DBE was better compared to is this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mGN2L-56xbE&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do support the movie though..do not support piracy..you sure in hell do not want to be seen by your friends with a pirated copy DVD of DBE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-2738775366411929013?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2738775366411929013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=2738775366411929013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2738775366411929013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2738775366411929013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/03/47th-post.html' title='47th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-8983893904215751356</id><published>2009-03-14T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:36:00.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calvin... just Calvin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;As a child, I grew up with Calvin and Hobbes. He lived in a world I could almost identify with (being only bested by Jason from Foxtrot, but that is a different tory for another time), with his imaginary and very real toy tiger, Hobbes. By the time I was old enough to process all the subliminal messages and hidden jokes that Bill Watterson had to offer, it's run as a comic had already came to an end. In a very nice way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently, I came across a fan-made creation, which would've actually qualified as a finale for Calvin and Hobbes. One which would spark riots in every country where Calvin and Hobbes was syndicated, and tear-jerked every reader. For a character we are so attached with, this is really heart tearing. So if you still cherish that memory, you might wanna skip below. Otherwise.. cry your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_G5TzA-7-B2Q/SbtOmxNKERI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KljjuzAu1uE/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warned you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-8983893904215751356?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8983893904215751356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=8983893904215751356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8983893904215751356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8983893904215751356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/03/calvin-just-calvin.html' title='Calvin... just Calvin'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_G5TzA-7-B2Q/SbtOmxNKERI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KljjuzAu1uE/s72-c/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-662629367384553425</id><published>2009-03-14T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:44:11.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were A Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;This song is dedicated to the princess we all know. Toughen up :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='youtube-video'&gt;&lt;object height='344' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://www.youtube.com/v/nXSBfNxmY6s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1' name='movie'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='true' name='allowFullScreen'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='always' name='allowscriptaccess'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='344' width='425' allowfullscreen='true' allowscriptaccess='always' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://www.youtube.com/v/nXSBfNxmY6s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1'&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br/&gt;Even just for a day&lt;br/&gt;Id roll out of bed in the morning&lt;br/&gt;And throw on what I wanted and go&lt;br/&gt;Drink beer with the guys&lt;br/&gt;And chase after girls&lt;br/&gt;Id kick with who I wanted&lt;br/&gt;And I'd never get confonted for it&lt;br/&gt;Cause theyd stick up for me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br/&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br/&gt;I think I could understand&lt;br/&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br/&gt;I swear Id be a better man.&lt;br/&gt;Id listen to her&lt;br/&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br/&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br/&gt;Cause hes taken you for granted&lt;br/&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br/&gt;I would just turn off my phone&lt;br/&gt;Tell everyone it's broken&lt;br/&gt;So they think that I was sleeping alone&lt;br/&gt;Id put myself first&lt;br/&gt;And make the rules as I go&lt;br/&gt;Cause I know that shed be faithful&lt;br/&gt;Waitin for me to come home&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Its a little too late for you to come back&lt;br/&gt;Say it's just a mistake&lt;br/&gt;Think Id forgive you like that&lt;br/&gt;If you thought I would wait for you&lt;br/&gt;You thought wrong&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But youre just a boy&lt;br/&gt;You dont understand (Yeah you dont understand)&lt;br/&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br/&gt;Someday you wish you were a better man&lt;br/&gt;You dont listen to her&lt;br/&gt;You dont care how it hurts&lt;br/&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted&lt;br/&gt;Cause youve taken her for granted&lt;br/&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br/&gt;But youre just a boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class='blogger-post-footer'&gt;&lt;img src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-662629367384553425.gif?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' height='1' width='1'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-662629367384553425?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/662629367384553425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=662629367384553425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/662629367384553425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/662629367384553425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-were-boy.html' title='If I Were A Boy'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-8636386737514248431</id><published>2009-03-10T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:31:16.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>46th Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Legend of Chun Li&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to make movies..I don't make movies..nor have I been in a set of a movie, but for the first time in many years, a movie actually made me thought to myself that I wasted 1 1/2 hours of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is Legend of Chun Li..&lt;br /&gt;in addition to casting an Asian girl (Chinese) role (Chun Li) into white (Kristen Kreuk), they manage to make the movie so memorable for being bad that I actually think the original Street Fighter was better..the little girl called Chun Li started the movie as an Asian..as she grow 2 or 3 years older..she became a white girl -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie can be made in a 45 minutes flick if the minus all the draggy horse shit and stupid narration..the plot of the movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy got kidnapped ---&gt; I want revenge ---&gt; I grew up (becoming white in the process from Asian) ---&gt; Got my revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarise how the movie actually looked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cHYznAb9D9I&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/cHYznAb9D9I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked like that..and when Chun Li did her "helicopter kick" my balls nearly fell off and it looked similar to this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GFiOFKL_MMU&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/GFiOFKL_MMU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-8636386737514248431?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8636386737514248431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=8636386737514248431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8636386737514248431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8636386737514248431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/03/46th-post.html' title='46th Post'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-5484472482692751151</id><published>2009-03-02T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:41:00.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unleash the whirlwind of our Wrath, Our Guns Never Tire, We have Beaten back the Foe.... Sent them Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;If there is any speech in a video game that is considered EPIC, this would probably be it. Nationalistic, Hitleresque, and chilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class='youtube-video'&gt;&lt;object height='344' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://www.youtube.com/v/OvM7CJAoYT4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1' name='movie'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='true' name='allowFullScreen'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='always' name='allowscriptaccess'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='344' width='425' allowfullscreen='true' allowscriptaccess='always' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://www.youtube.com/v/OvM7CJAoYT4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1'&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"My people. Sons and daughters of Helghan.... For many years, we have been a broken nation... Shunned, oppressed, and conquered by those we sought to escape. ...Ten years ago, I asked for time, and that time was granted by you. You, the strength in my arm, the holders of my dreams.... Our forefathers embarked on the greatest exodus in the history of all mankind... An exodus for freedom. Helghan became that freedom... Our new world changed our bodies. At first, it weakened us, but in fact, we were growing... stronger. In the time you have given me, I have rebuilt our nation, I have rebuilt our strength, and I have rebuilt our pride!... Our enemies at home have been re-educated. We have given them new insights into our cause. On this day, we stand united once more. On this day, those driven to divide us will hear our voice! On this day, we shall act as one, and we shall be ignored NO MORE! Defenders of the Helghast dream, NOW IS OUR TIME!" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class='youtube-video'&gt;&lt;object height='344' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://www.youtube.com/v/4VDRxpxvMbE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1' name='movie'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='true' name='allowFullScreen'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='always' name='allowscriptaccess'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='344' width='425' allowfullscreen='true' allowscriptaccess='always' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://www.youtube.com/v/4VDRxpxvMbE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1'&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"My people... Sons and daughters of Helghan. This much I vow. The history of these days will be written in blood. By crushing the armies of our enemy, by seizing the weapons they thought to turn against us, we are fighting for our very existence. But if there are those who would deny us peace; refuse us our rightful place in the universe, then we will unleash such terrible vengeance that generations yet unborn will cry out in anguish![...]The enemy may shatter our bodies, but they cannot break our spirit. Even now they advance on our home world, to seize by force what they cannot claim by right. They cannot imagine what awaits them. WE WILL SMITE THE INVADERS FROM OUR SKIES. Though they sweep over our lands like the sands of winter; never again will we bow before them; never again endure their oppression; never again endure their tyranny. We will strike without warning and without mercy; fighting as one hand, one heart, one soul. We will shatter their dreams and haunt their nightmares, drenching our ancestors' graves with their blood. And as our last breath tears at their lungs; as we rise again from the ruins of our cities... they will know, Helghan belongs to the Helghast." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-5484472482692751151?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5484472482692751151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=5484472482692751151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/5484472482692751151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/5484472482692751151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/03/unleash-whirlwind-of-our-wrath-our-guns.html' title='Unleash the whirlwind of our Wrath, Our Guns Never Tire, We have Beaten back the Foe.... Sent them Running'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-6155343676871944492</id><published>2009-02-27T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:35:53.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>45th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;David Caruso&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading &lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/"&gt;http://www.cracked.com/&lt;/a&gt; and they came out with an article about David Caruso, just incase if you are not sure who he is..he is the starring of CSI Miami, he used to be the starring of NYPD Blue in Season 1 only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is really quite a bad ass cop in both NYPD Blue and CSI Miami, he won the Golden Globes before in 1994 (I think) for his potrayal of Detective John Kelly, and then in the later years he will be Horatio Caine. Frankly, I am surprised he has not got an Emmy or a Golden Globes nomination for Play Horatio..cause his acting is good..and I honestly cant think of another person that can play the role better than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his actions and corny ass one liners in CSI Miami can annoy ALOT of people..which includes me..a CSI Miami fan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how cracked.com summarised his actions on CSI Miami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307422635001584754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SafAxEAjHHI/AAAAAAAAALY/RQQcQl_L99M/s400/Brandon56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.cracked.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-6155343676871944492?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6155343676871944492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=6155343676871944492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6155343676871944492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6155343676871944492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/02/45th-post.html' title='45th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SafAxEAjHHI/AAAAAAAAALY/RQQcQl_L99M/s72-c/Brandon56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-8914604744234218990</id><published>2009-02-22T01:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T02:02:26.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>44th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things guys say that girls will never understand&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) It's not you it's me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, whenever we say this to you..we really mean it..nothing is wrong with you, but there are ALOT of problems with US!! We this..WE that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a typical cliche break up line..but stop and think for awhile..you might just end up figuring it out....so to speak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) I have never lied to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a stupid line that the line itself is a lie, but there is an outside chance probably like 2% that we are telling the truth..so whenever we say that..don't IMMEDIATELY discount it as a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) You're lying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever get caught in a situation like that..chances are the guy knows you are lying..and since you all are such good liars..don't think we will always buy your bullshit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all can sense a lie 5 minutes before the lie is being told to you..but we know you are lying when you tell a lie..WE KNOW..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) "Um.." "Issit??" "Are you serious??" "Uh huh..." "Yeah..then??"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you all heard that a million times whenever you all run your mouth to tell us how your day went, whether its face to face or on the phone..of course those shit ass things that we said up there really give the impression that we are not interested nor do we care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is..we really don't give a fuck..we ARE listening anyway..but just because we are saying those things it doesn't mean that we are not paying attention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) "Nothing" "I am fine" "I don't wanna talk about it"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE guys know you are &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; fine..and there is &lt;strong&gt;SOMETHING&lt;/strong&gt; bothering and you &lt;strong&gt;REALLY WANNA&lt;/strong&gt; talk about it..you when you all utter those words. But when we say those things..90% of the time we are really fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we say "Nothing" we don't wanna tell you cause chances are when we do tell you what the "Nothing" is..you all will just say we are an asshole or disgusting or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we say "I am fine" we really are fine..we are not scarred physically or emotionally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we say "I don't wanna talk about it"..we really don't wanna talk about it..we wanna move on.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) I don't know how to be your friend..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a guy ever said that to you..you really have no idea how much the guy actually likes you. Fair enough if you think that guy is not good enough for you cause your expectation is so freaking ass high..or you are just waiting for something there doesn't exist in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored..I will stop writing here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-8914604744234218990?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8914604744234218990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=8914604744234218990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8914604744234218990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8914604744234218990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/02/44th-post.html' title='44th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-8142253777917125159</id><published>2009-02-16T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:13:57.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>43rd Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Pursuit of Happiness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being humans we are just programmed not to be contented with what we have. When we are rich we strive for more money, and yada yada yada..Don't mean this as a racial slur (I am a Malay), but sometimes I do envy some of the Malays, as they are always happy with what they have. But I am just like any other human with the crappy nature of not being happy with what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes, I realised that the only way to be really happy is to actually take one day at a time..(its a personal opinion so feel free to disagree) By doing so, you actually learn to appreciate the amount of time you have in a day. I started doing this when I read the news some time back about one a young CEO or something..he was in the car with his driver going somewhere, went pass a construction yard some big ass rock fell on his car crushing him and only him as the rock fell on where he was sitting..nothing happened to the driver. (My deepest condolences to him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on what I am saying I might seem like someone who don't look forward at all..it is NOT true, I do look forward but I try not to plan too many things ahead, I will wanna see myself become a manager one day, own a house in 4 years and I stop there. Reason being I don't even know if I will live pass the next hour, I might just die in my sleep or after I finish putting up this post. Life is so fragile, is it worth it to put so many things ahead of you and then one day you just expire and not get shit out of what you see yourself to be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pass the 'study hard and be someone one day' stage, so it doesn't apply to me anymore..For me its all about being happy &lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;, nothing is more important than &lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;. I forfeited &lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;UNCERTAINTY OF THE FUTURE&lt;/strong&gt; once and I swear on my life I will never ever do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So let me ask YOU..is it really worth it to &lt;u&gt;not be happy now&lt;/u&gt; because you feel there is something better for you sometime in the future and &lt;u&gt;you are not sure when is your expiry&lt;/u&gt;??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-8142253777917125159?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8142253777917125159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=8142253777917125159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8142253777917125159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8142253777917125159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/02/43rd-post.html' title='43rd Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-1514792131956137784</id><published>2009-02-13T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:54:00.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Liners</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm the perfect girl.	&lt;br /&gt;I called in sick for you. Have fun at the game!&lt;br /&gt;I love ninjas.&lt;br /&gt;Wear whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try anything once.	&lt;br /&gt;Have fun drinking with your friends!	&lt;br /&gt;Here, you can have my food.&lt;br /&gt;You are so right.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in as late as you want, I'll have breakfast ready.&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned the game room.	&lt;br /&gt;Did you want me to wait outside?&lt;br /&gt;I hooked up the surround sound!	&lt;br /&gt;See you in the morning!	&lt;br /&gt;I bought you the new PlayStation3.&lt;br /&gt;I bought you some games for the PS3.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think she's flirting with us?&lt;br /&gt;I really love you watching play video games.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday. I got you a monkey!&lt;br /&gt;Just get drunk there, I'll come pick you up.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One-liners that some of you may never ever, ever hear from any self-respecting woman. And one-liners you would love to hear from your girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-1514792131956137784?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1514792131956137784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=1514792131956137784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/1514792131956137784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/1514792131956137784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-liners.html' title='One Liners'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-6558575938326077602</id><published>2009-02-13T09:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:04:57.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blondie Quotes</title><content type='html'>After Jan's &lt;a href="http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/02/42nd-post.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;, Test Subject Four (My Blonde Friend) came out asking why Jan put up Paris, instead of other blondes like Jessica Simpson. As a direct quote from him..&lt;blockquote&gt;Test Subject Four (My Blonde Friend) says:&lt;br /&gt;jessica i think i wont argue so much with u&lt;/blockquote&gt;I suppose we can safely say and agree he truly deserves the title blonde for that reason alone. Why? Let see some very memorable quotes by Miss Simpson herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, would be the most famous one of all, which involves this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5TzA-7-B2Q/SZTRVMPkbOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0ZB2MU13X_Y/s1600-h/buffalo-wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5TzA-7-B2Q/SZTRVMPkbOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0ZB2MU13X_Y/s320/buffalo-wings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302092823315901666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“'Jessica, you want some buffalo wings?' 'Sorry I don't eat buffalo.'”&lt;/blockquote&gt;True story, and no need to add anything to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second, would be this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5TzA-7-B2Q/SZTQ7JK1mNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ex4-mW8_XnA/s1600-h/OT121904S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5TzA-7-B2Q/SZTQ7JK1mNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ex4-mW8_XnA/s320/OT121904S.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302092375814150354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Is this chicken, what I have, or is this fish? I know it's tuna, but it says 'Chicken by the Sea.'”&lt;/blockquote&gt;Surely the term Chicken may be confusing to those of the lighter hair, but can't you tell the difference of Tuna and Chicken? And it comes from a friggin' can that says TUNA CHUNKS! And if you want to know why the COMPANY is called Chicken by the Sea.. &lt;blockquote&gt;In the early 1900s, the company wasn't known by its familiar fowl moniker and sold other foods in addition to tuna. But fortune shined on them when they became the first food company to can "light tuna." The mildly flavored fish became the company's trademark product, and its owners sought a catchier name for their canned fish. When asked about the flavor of the new light tuna, many customers remarked, "it tastes like chicken," -- so the company began to market the light tuna as "Chicken of the Sea." The ad campaign was so successful that the company eventually renamed itself after their famous slogan. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few other quotes which might be of interest...&lt;blockquote&gt;“On my first day of Jr. High I was in Geography class, and the teacher asked us if anybody knew the names of the continents. And I was sooo excited. I was like, Damnit! It's my first day of 7th grade, Im in jr high and i know this answer. So i raised my hand I was the first one and I said A-E-I-O-U!”&lt;/blockquote&gt;In case anyone doesn't know, A-E-I-O-U are vowels, and 7th grade is the equivalent of Form 1 in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Jessica: Ooh I love this scent.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: Ah...oh, it's unscented.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;Nothing to add here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of my more favourite ones&lt;blockquote&gt;“I think there's a difference between ditzy and dumb. Dumb is just not knowing. Ditzy is having the courage to ask!”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, prefering Jessica over Paris, do you consider it ditzy or dumb?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-6558575938326077602?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6558575938326077602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=6558575938326077602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6558575938326077602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6558575938326077602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/02/blondie-quotes.html' title='Blondie Quotes'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5TzA-7-B2Q/SZTRVMPkbOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0ZB2MU13X_Y/s72-c/buffalo-wings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-2432081475030839885</id><published>2009-02-10T16:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:42:02.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>42nd Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Who are the test subject as TV/Movie Characters&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Test Subject One (The Malay)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-4/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Diligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.5/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.5/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is actually me..many of my friends thought that I over rated myself..but its not true..if 1/5 in Knowledge is considered as stupid..what is -4 then???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bad Shit of Who We Are..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301090428265831298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SZFBqHsCG4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/UJkOkCXG1CM/s400/sean+penn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Full Retard: I am Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Okay/Good of Who We Are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301469006029466898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SZKZ-PwhLRI/AAAAAAAAALA/S6dAShj9ncU/s400/naruto.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Uzumaki Naruto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost similar-ish, very dumb..full of expression and the only character that can understand anybody in the Manga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Full Retard Bonus Video&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yo8lkACFszI&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since this clip was shown on Tropic Thunder, I had a friend that calls me Simple Jan, so I dont wanna attract negative attention from this post..thus I will just go ahead and shoot myself on the foot..I am the only one with this extra bonus video..HAPPY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Test Subject Two (My Round Friend)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.5/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Diligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.5-4/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-28/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bad Shit of Who We Are..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301469000289389698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SZKZ96X-jII/AAAAAAAAAK4/JtfmHn_PA70/s400/mojojo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mojo Jo Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart but stupid..he is one of the smart bad guys that I have seen on TV before..but somehow his lack of understanding of the Powerpuff Girls always make him lose..but then again its a cartoon and its meant to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Okay/Good of Who We Are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301469000726743842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SZKZ98AQCyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xiJ_SgHSkB0/s400/house.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dr House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say..if you actually know him well enough..quite similar-ish to Dr House, he can be diligent about his own stuff but when it comes to others he has no patience to teach at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Test Subject Three (My "Italian" Friend)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.5/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-89/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Diligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bad Shit of Who We Are..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301469226032620082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SZKaLDVW4jI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6yOn-2zZbf8/s400/ted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ted from Scrubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressionless, courageless and umm..whatever you see in the picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Okay/Good of Who We Are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SZKZ-C9edKI/AAAAAAAAALI/A_tvcwjIqog/s1600-h/parker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301469002594153634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SZKZ-C9edKI/AAAAAAAAALI/A_tvcwjIqog/s400/parker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Peter Parker&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awkward hero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Test Subject Four (My Blonde Friend)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.5/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Diligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-100000000000/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Okay/Good of Who We Are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SZKZ9-HIbkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cIS1TAQkFXM/s1600-h/joey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301469001292475970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SZKZ9-HIbkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cIS1TAQkFXM/s400/joey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really is like Joey..player..good looks..but compensated with lack of intelligence..for understanding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bad Shit of Who We Are..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301090432042839202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SZFBqVwirKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JyJbZopufmw/s400/paris.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Know him long enough..he is also similar to her..lack of attention and umm..as smart as she is..umm..umm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was either Paris Hilton or Jessica Simpson..so..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-2432081475030839885?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2432081475030839885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=2432081475030839885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2432081475030839885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2432081475030839885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/02/42nd-post.html' title='42nd Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SZFBqHsCG4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/UJkOkCXG1CM/s72-c/sean+penn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-5477390015813826746</id><published>2009-02-08T19:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:19:29.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>41st Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Persona 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persona 4 its a console closing game for PS2, this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RPG&lt;/span&gt; is rather interesting as it brings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of real life aspect in the game. One of the aspect I love most is developing your main character's "quality stats".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Persona 4, there are 5 qualities you need to develop for non battle purposes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Knowledge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Courage&lt;br /&gt;3) Diligence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Expression &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Understanding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...by making all these qualities higher you can get to upgrade your social link, do and say certain things that you will not be able to if the qualities are not at a certain level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it got me thinking..if I was the Persona 4's main character how will my stats be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I am gonna rank the stats and my understanding of it through playing the game..(be mind full there are only level 1 to 5..1 is the lowest and 5 is the highest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Knowledge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "quality" is to ensure that you can unlock one of the social link and more importantly to get better grades in an exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Take&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna judge this based on how our real life exam goes and our general knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Courage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "quality" will make the main character do and say certain things, like if your courage is high enough you can actually hold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chie's&lt;/span&gt; hand in one of the scenes with her, ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ai&lt;/span&gt; out...and skip class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Take&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quality is gonna be judge based on how big our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;testicals&lt;/span&gt; really are..how confident we are, our willingness to hit on a girl, our willingness to do certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Diligence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 'Quality' is to ensure that you can go fishing, considering the fishing game allows you to trade fishes for items you cant buy in the game...and those items are good shit items&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Take&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quality is gonna be judge based on how patient we are with the things we do..our ability to cope with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;repetitive&lt;/span&gt; work and duties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Expression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 'Quality' is to ensure that you can lie and convince your way out of things through very convincing face expression..its also used to upgrade social links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Take&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our ability to lie and our facial expressions to tell people what we wanna say without saying a word..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Understanding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 'Quality' is to unlock a social link and also be sensitive to all the girl characters in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Take&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ability to understand jokes, and the people around us emotionally or through normal conversations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Test Subject One (The Malay)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-4/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Diligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.5/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;5) Understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Test Subject Two (My Round Friend)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.5/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Diligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.5-4/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-28/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Test Subject Three (My "Italian" Friend)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.5/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-89/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Diligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;5) Understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Test Subject Four (My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Blonde&lt;/span&gt; Friend)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2) Courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Diligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4) Expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-100000000000/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-5477390015813826746?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5477390015813826746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=5477390015813826746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/5477390015813826746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/5477390015813826746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/02/41st-post.html' title='41st Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-8466813591758531035</id><published>2009-01-30T15:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:52:20.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>40th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wrestling&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Over the years profesional wrestling has always been dubbed stupid and fake..well honestly I don't deny its rather stupid and fake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WWE was the place few of the most recogniseable faces was born, I don't deny that those recogniseable faces were lucky to be given the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Push_(professional_wrestling)"&gt;push&lt;/a&gt; needed to shoot themself to stardome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the 2 of most famous WWE Super Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SYKvKCXWxXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QVf5RLWK5TQ/s1600-h/the+rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296988698709509490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SYKvKCXWxXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QVf5RLWK5TQ/s400/the+rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SYKvJ4xrb8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zaduhmoM5Yc/s1600-h/austin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296988696135561154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SYKvJ4xrb8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zaduhmoM5Yc/s400/austin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stone Cold Steve Austin&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;When I was still watching the WWE programs (Raw and SmackDown), I have no doubt that I was a very big fan of these 2 anti heroes, they are fucked up to ALL but you got no choice but to like them.&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="justify"&gt;WWE is the most recognised name in the wrestling circle, not only did they entertained us, WWE actually showed us that whatever those fella does in the ring..it might be fake but its no laughing matter. It requires alot of skill to fall down on your back a million times and take the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is what happens when wrestling goes wrong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ND9j6-3ak3s&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/ND9j6-3ak3s&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="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The last incident..gave me goosebumps..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-8466813591758531035?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8466813591758531035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=8466813591758531035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8466813591758531035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8466813591758531035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/01/40th-post.html' title='40th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SYKvKCXWxXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QVf5RLWK5TQ/s72-c/the+rock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-2381995920646280247</id><published>2009-01-22T09:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:38:10.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>39th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Feng Shui&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard on the radio earlier this morning, some fruit cake feng shui master said this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) if you are hanging out too much in the North East sector of your house..there will be alot of arguments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) hang out in the north west sector of your house more often for better opportunity and peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) this year's good chi comes from the south east sector of the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thats about all i remembered..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the only question here is..do you or do you NOT believe in feng shui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;or are you like The Rock here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293930181010718898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SXfRc4DdALI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AfSEWAyZAEA/s400/324713the%2520rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Rock "IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT FENG SHUI SAID!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I personally do not believe in it..but I respect it..I might give it a try..the South East Sector shit..&lt;br /&gt;the fruit cake added.."if there is a door or window there..try to go out or hang out more there...if you dont have one..lets say its a wall there..then put an aquarium there..water is the yang component..so it will retain the good chi through water...and of course it doesnt matter what fish you put inside"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So lets assume if you wanna kill 2 stones with 1 bird like Chuck Norris..you can always buy those fish spa fishes...not only you let the chi accumulate there..you get to let them "spa" you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293931714489951970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SXfS2ItZJuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/l1fkTM78PdM/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fruit Cake "you want some tongue babies???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-2381995920646280247?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2381995920646280247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=2381995920646280247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2381995920646280247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2381995920646280247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/01/39th-post.html' title='39th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SXfRc4DdALI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AfSEWAyZAEA/s72-c/324713the%2520rock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-4099081037654910663</id><published>2009-01-19T18:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:18:04.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>38th Post!!</title><content type='html'>Who is worst??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naveen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xXMx6hQCIcg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xXMx6hQCIcg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquin Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LieYeCudbQ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LieYeCudbQ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-4099081037654910663?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4099081037654910663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=4099081037654910663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/4099081037654910663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/4099081037654910663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/01/38th-post.html' title='38th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-528493394481576990</id><published>2009-01-19T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:42:01.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Safe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Take a quick look at this list below&lt;blockquote&gt;123&lt;br /&gt;1234&lt;br /&gt;12345&lt;br /&gt;123456&lt;br /&gt;1234567&lt;br /&gt;12345678&lt;br /&gt;123456789&lt;br /&gt;1234567890&lt;br /&gt;123123&lt;br /&gt;12321&lt;br /&gt;123321&lt;br /&gt;123abc&lt;br /&gt;123qwe&lt;br /&gt;123asd&lt;br /&gt;1234abcd&lt;br /&gt;1234qwer&lt;br /&gt;1q2w3e&lt;br /&gt;a1b2c3&lt;br /&gt;admin&lt;br /&gt;Admin&lt;br /&gt;administrator&lt;br /&gt;nimda&lt;br /&gt;qwewq&lt;br /&gt;qweewq&lt;br /&gt;qwerty&lt;br /&gt;qweasd&lt;br /&gt;asdsa&lt;br /&gt;asddsa&lt;br /&gt;asdzxc&lt;br /&gt;asdfgh&lt;br /&gt;qweasdzxc&lt;br /&gt;q1w2e3&lt;br /&gt;qazwsx&lt;br /&gt;qazwsxedc&lt;br /&gt;zxcxz&lt;br /&gt;zxccxz&lt;br /&gt;zxcvb&lt;br /&gt;zxcvbn&lt;br /&gt;passwd&lt;br /&gt;password&lt;br /&gt;Password&lt;br /&gt;login&lt;br /&gt;Login&lt;br /&gt;pass&lt;br /&gt;mypass&lt;br /&gt;mypassword&lt;br /&gt;adminadmin&lt;br /&gt;root&lt;br /&gt;rootroot&lt;br /&gt;test&lt;br /&gt;testtest&lt;br /&gt;temp&lt;br /&gt;temptemp&lt;br /&gt;foofoo&lt;br /&gt;foobar&lt;br /&gt;default&lt;br /&gt;password1&lt;br /&gt;password12&lt;br /&gt;password123&lt;br /&gt;admin1&lt;br /&gt;admin12&lt;br /&gt;admin123&lt;br /&gt;pass1&lt;br /&gt;pass12&lt;br /&gt;pass123&lt;br /&gt;root123&lt;br /&gt;pw123&lt;br /&gt;abc123&lt;br /&gt;qwe123&lt;br /&gt;test123&lt;br /&gt;temp123&lt;br /&gt;mypc123&lt;br /&gt;home123&lt;br /&gt;work123&lt;br /&gt;boss123&lt;br /&gt;love123&lt;br /&gt;sample&lt;br /&gt;example&lt;br /&gt;internet&lt;br /&gt;Internet&lt;br /&gt;nopass&lt;br /&gt;nopassword&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;ihavenopass&lt;br /&gt;temporary&lt;br /&gt;manager&lt;br /&gt;business&lt;br /&gt;oracle&lt;br /&gt;lotus&lt;br /&gt;database&lt;br /&gt;backup&lt;br /&gt;owner&lt;br /&gt;computer&lt;br /&gt;server&lt;br /&gt;secret&lt;br /&gt;super&lt;br /&gt;share&lt;br /&gt;superuser&lt;br /&gt;supervisor&lt;br /&gt;office&lt;br /&gt;shadow&lt;br /&gt;system&lt;br /&gt;public&lt;br /&gt;secure&lt;br /&gt;security&lt;br /&gt;desktop&lt;br /&gt;changeme&lt;br /&gt;codename&lt;br /&gt;codeword&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;cluster&lt;br /&gt;customer&lt;br /&gt;exchange&lt;br /&gt;explorer&lt;br /&gt;campus&lt;br /&gt;money&lt;br /&gt;access&lt;br /&gt;domain&lt;br /&gt;letmein&lt;br /&gt;letitbe&lt;br /&gt;anything&lt;br /&gt;unknown&lt;br /&gt;monitor&lt;br /&gt;windows&lt;br /&gt;files&lt;br /&gt;academia&lt;br /&gt;account&lt;br /&gt;student&lt;br /&gt;freedom&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;br /&gt;cookie&lt;br /&gt;coffee&lt;br /&gt;market&lt;br /&gt;private&lt;br /&gt;games&lt;br /&gt;killer&lt;br /&gt;controller&lt;br /&gt;intranet&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;job&lt;br /&gt;foo&lt;br /&gt;web&lt;br /&gt;file&lt;br /&gt;sql&lt;br /&gt;aaa&lt;br /&gt;aaaa&lt;br /&gt;aaaaa&lt;br /&gt;qqq&lt;br /&gt;qqqq&lt;br /&gt;qqqqq&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;br /&gt;xxxxx&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;zzzz&lt;br /&gt;zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;321&lt;br /&gt;4321&lt;br /&gt;54321&lt;br /&gt;654321&lt;br /&gt;7654321&lt;br /&gt;87654321&lt;br /&gt;987654321&lt;br /&gt;0987654321&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;00&lt;br /&gt;000&lt;br /&gt;0000&lt;br /&gt;00000&lt;br /&gt;00000&lt;br /&gt;0000000&lt;br /&gt;00000000&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;111&lt;br /&gt;1111&lt;br /&gt;11111&lt;br /&gt;111111&lt;br /&gt;1111111&lt;br /&gt;11111111&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;br /&gt;222&lt;br /&gt;2222&lt;br /&gt;22222&lt;br /&gt;222222&lt;br /&gt;2222222&lt;br /&gt;22222222&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;33&lt;br /&gt;333&lt;br /&gt;3333&lt;br /&gt;33333&lt;br /&gt;333333&lt;br /&gt;3333333&lt;br /&gt;33333333&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;44&lt;br /&gt;444&lt;br /&gt;4444&lt;br /&gt;44444&lt;br /&gt;444444&lt;br /&gt;4444444&lt;br /&gt;44444444&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;55&lt;br /&gt;555&lt;br /&gt;5555&lt;br /&gt;55555&lt;br /&gt;555555&lt;br /&gt;5555555&lt;br /&gt;55555555&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;66&lt;br /&gt;666&lt;br /&gt;6666&lt;br /&gt;66666&lt;br /&gt;666666&lt;br /&gt;6666666&lt;br /&gt;66666666&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;77&lt;br /&gt;777&lt;br /&gt;7777&lt;br /&gt;77777&lt;br /&gt;777777&lt;br /&gt;7777777&lt;br /&gt;77777777&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;88&lt;br /&gt;888&lt;br /&gt;8888&lt;br /&gt;88888&lt;br /&gt;888888&lt;br /&gt;8888888&lt;br /&gt;88888888&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;99&lt;br /&gt;999&lt;br /&gt;9999&lt;br /&gt;99999&lt;br /&gt;999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999&lt;br /&gt;99999999&lt;/blockquote&gt; If you actually recognize any of those words in the list as your password, then congratulations, you officially have a lousy password which is easily compromised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go change it. Now. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-528493394481576990?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/528493394481576990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=528493394481576990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/528493394481576990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/528493394481576990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-you-safe.html' title='Are You Safe?'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-1490851953494909463</id><published>2008-12-24T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:12:19.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>37th Post!!</title><content type='html'>Guitar Solo Cover..If you dont know the song..sucks to be you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f_YoI9SpbRI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f_YoI9SpbRI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An almost perfect guitar solo cover..was starting to think it was Slash himself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-1490851953494909463?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1490851953494909463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=1490851953494909463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/1490851953494909463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/1490851953494909463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/37th-post.html' title='37th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-6378879299480340858</id><published>2008-12-19T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:23:53.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>36th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have you looked at the mirror recently??&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back I had this conversation with a friend (its a her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan "I will be leaving office early..lets go Mid Valley..and since you got nothing to do..why don't you go there first..then you can wait for me for the first time.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##### "What kind of a guy are you??? make girls wait!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan "Has it occur to you..during those times you made guys wait for you and told yourself this.. 'what kind of a girl I am..make guys wait..' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she did not reply me thereafter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it says alot..I dont doubt we are selfish..but have you looked at the mirror recently??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-6378879299480340858?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6378879299480340858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=6378879299480340858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6378879299480340858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6378879299480340858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/36th-post.html' title='36th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-2802472246177032087</id><published>2008-12-17T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:19:17.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>35th Post!!</title><content type='html'>Can hardly believe this is a Malaysia ad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UehSJlOQj2I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UehSJlOQj2I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we should keep them that way..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-2802472246177032087?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2802472246177032087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=2802472246177032087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2802472246177032087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2802472246177032087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/35th-post.html' title='35th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-5044360462878506214</id><published>2008-12-16T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:05:01.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Playstation 3</title><content type='html'>Non-PSP gamers, after &lt;a href="http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/le-playstation-portable.html"&gt;the last post&lt;/a&gt;, I hope you don't feel TOO left out. And if you do here's a quick something to cure your thirst (assuming you own a PS3, otherwise, die of DEHYDRATION!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="345" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" &gt;&lt;param name=movie value="http://www.gamekyo.com/flash/flvplayer.swf?videoid=13808"&gt;&lt;param name=allowfullscreen value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.gamekyo.com/flash/flvplayer.swf?videoid=13808" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="345" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" &gt;&lt;param name=movie value="http://www.gamekyo.com/flash/flvplayer.swf?videoid=13809"&gt;&lt;param name=allowfullscreen value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.gamekyo.com/flash/flvplayer.swf?videoid=13809" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="345"&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/1349517458653827974-5044360462878506214?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5044360462878506214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=5044360462878506214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/5044360462878506214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/5044360462878506214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/le-playstation-3.html' title='Le Playstation 3'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-9002142579766511763</id><published>2008-12-16T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:08:57.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Playstation Portable</title><content type='html'>Sony's PSP console could be defined as everything gone wrong about the console business. A mega seller in terms of hardware, which somehow does not translate into software sales due to rampant and easy piracy on the PlayStation Portable itself. As a result, many game developers have abandoned the platform in search of other 'safer' alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;A sad reality, but true. Just take a look at the recent releases of games. You'd be lucky if 1 good game gets released that month. But fret not, one developer, the mighty SquareEnix, leeching off the success of the PSP in Japan (and their more, legal methods of gaming) is really throwing themselves at the PSP, unleashing not one, not two, nor three, but FOUR major franchises, shoving it down our throats until we're happy. And oh yes, I am happy. 2009 is building up to be an ORGASMIC year for the PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first we have, is an action RPG collaboration between Disney and SquareEnix, a prequel to their wildly successfull Kingdom Hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Gamers and Gamettes, please meet, &lt;a href="http://www.square-enix.co.jp/kingdom/bbs/"&gt;Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hq4DTnEKlEA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hq4DTnEKlEA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, is another of powerhouse franchise back in the days of the PlayStation, which somehow did not make the transition into the PlayStation 2 and beyond. An original SquareSoft franchise, featuring one of the hottest babes in video games, I introduce, Ms Aya Brea celebrating her &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_3rd_Birthday"&gt;3rd Birthday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="345" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" &gt;&lt;param name=movie value="http://www.gamekyo.com/flash/flvplayer.swf?videoid=13811"&gt;&lt;param name=allowfullscreen value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.gamekyo.com/flash/flvplayer.swf?videoid=13811" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one, is Squares longest and most successful running franchise around. Originally created as the final hope, a swan song as a perfect sendoff to the end, only to find itself striking gold and making swan songs after swan songs after swan song (which fits the fact that the actual swan song itself was found to be false). And their latest iteration is the biggest project yet, a release of 3 difference types on 3 platforms, gamers, I present to you, exclusive for the PSP platform, &lt;a href="http://na.square-enix.com/e306/titles/fabula/agito/"&gt;Final Fantasy Agito XIII&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="345" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" &gt;&lt;param name=movie value="http://www.gamekyo.com/flash/flvplayer.swf?videoid=13818"&gt;&lt;param name=allowfullscreen value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.gamekyo.com/flash/flvplayer.swf?videoid=13818" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth one, is from the same franchise, and is more like a homage to every single part of the franchise. Featuring the protagonist and the villian from every single main Final Fantasy series (from I all the way through to XII), it is promised to be a monster fightfest to sooth the hungry fanboys. Without further ado, &lt;a href="http://www.square-enix.co.jp/dissidia/"&gt;DISSIDIA: Final Fantasy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.veoh.com/veohplayer.swf?permalinkId=v16934199Sr55Wnkn&amp;id=anonymous&amp;player=videodetailsembedded&amp;videoAutoPlay=0" allowFullScreen="true" width="410" height="341" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-9002142579766511763?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/9002142579766511763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=9002142579766511763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/9002142579766511763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/9002142579766511763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/le-playstation-portable.html' title='Le Playstation Portable'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-4761065236922381029</id><published>2008-12-12T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:18:22.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>34th Post!!</title><content type='html'>MY Idol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy White...then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_fE-pvT084&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_fE-pvT084&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lean and bergaya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GMbRl3jEZmQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GMbRl3jEZmQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat and ugly now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-4761065236922381029?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4761065236922381029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=4761065236922381029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/4761065236922381029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/4761065236922381029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/34th-post.html' title='34th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-102434269933943519</id><published>2008-12-11T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:08:33.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>33rd Post!!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when its your day..its your day...check out the shot on 1.54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FXNSDijL_ec&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FXNSDijL_ec&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if it is a foul...&lt;br /&gt;and Jimmy White reacts to the flukes like he meant it..thats why he is my idol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-102434269933943519?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/102434269933943519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=102434269933943519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/102434269933943519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/102434269933943519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/33rd-post.html' title='33rd Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-2144552756830279677</id><published>2008-12-10T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:53:00.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Watch below. Nuff said. It's like Batman meets Transformers. But heck, the franchise is far above and beyond even those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class='youtube-video'&gt;&lt;object height='378' width='450'&gt;&lt;param value='http://www.traileraddict.com/emd/7698' name='movie'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='always' name='allowscriptaccess'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='true' name='allowfullscreen'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='378' width='450' allowscriptaccess='always' allowfullscreen='true' wmode='transparent' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://www.traileraddict.com/emd/7698'&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/1349517458653827974-2144552756830279677?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2144552756830279677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=2144552756830279677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2144552756830279677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2144552756830279677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-be-back.html' title='I&amp;#39;ll be back'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-3215228671612593626</id><published>2008-12-07T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:06:24.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>32nd Post!!</title><content type='html'>One of the favourite songs of all time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GT_s-1A5kBE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GT_s-1A5kBE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes with english subs..its cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-3215228671612593626?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3215228671612593626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=3215228671612593626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/3215228671612593626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/3215228671612593626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/32nd-post.html' title='32nd Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-5946581652552444788</id><published>2008-11-29T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:04:02.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Answer Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I suppose this is very self-explainatory, so here it is. Feast your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class='youtube-video'&gt;&lt;object height='344' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://www.youtube.com/v/TmE3K3yJops&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1' name='movie'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='true' name='allowFullScreen'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='always' name='allowscriptaccess'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='344' width='425' allowfullscreen='true' allowscriptaccess='always' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://www.youtube.com/v/TmE3K3yJops&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1'&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/1349517458653827974-5946581652552444788?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5946581652552444788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=5946581652552444788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/5946581652552444788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/5946581652552444788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-answer-is.html' title='And The Answer Is...'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-8077706372066436264</id><published>2008-11-28T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:01:00.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Back We Go To The Original Scenary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;So, did anyone manage to guess yesterdays question? If not, here is another big big big BIG ass clue for you. If you still cannot guess it, do consider yourself as out of touch with the modern world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='text-decoration: underline;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.aerosmith.com/'&gt;Steve Tyler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_G5TzA-7-B2Q/SS3wiH9EW-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/cJ72-PsYdUI/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-8077706372066436264?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8077706372066436264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=8077706372066436264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8077706372066436264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8077706372066436264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-back-we-go-to-original-scenary.html' title='And Back We Go To The Original Scenary'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_G5TzA-7-B2Q/SS3wiH9EW-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/cJ72-PsYdUI/s72-c/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-2316004633814292490</id><published>2008-11-27T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:55:00.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For A Change of Scenary and Sores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I'm pretty sure many of you are already sick of seeing &lt;a href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/slightly-unhealthy-addiction.html'&gt;chest hair&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/presenting-tonix.html'&gt;disco era boy bands&lt;/a&gt; that seem to be abundant on bitter. So now, for a slight change of scenary, BitterEmotions proudly presents to you, courtesy of the World Wide Web, some wank-worthy material and eye candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='text-decoration: underline;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.jaimepressly.nu'&gt;Jaime Pressley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_G5TzA-7-B2Q/SS3uMV3RUTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/G4FuxTcPyJ8/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='text-decoration: underline;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.nicholerobinson.com/'&gt;Nichole Robinson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_G5TzA-7-B2Q/SS3unMfMUUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/iPJ1m4q-rWE/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favourite of the lot, the lovely, sexy, and beautiful &lt;span style='text-decoration: underline;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.kimsmithmodel.com/'&gt;Kim Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_G5TzA-7-B2Q/SS3u8mxLdRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-bngLoGVe7I/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the question of the day is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-weight: bold;'&gt;What does these 3 beautiful models have in common?&lt;/span&gt; (Other than the fact that they are walking goddesses and men worship the land they walk on, and that probably 90% of the male population would say'HELL YES' to &lt;span style='font-style: italic;'&gt;the question&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/1349517458653827974-2316004633814292490?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2316004633814292490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=2316004633814292490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2316004633814292490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2316004633814292490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-change-of-scenary-and-sores.html' title='For A Change of Scenary and Sores'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_G5TzA-7-B2Q/SS3uMV3RUTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/G4FuxTcPyJ8/s72-c/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-4046191873144319698</id><published>2008-11-26T10:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:48:02.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31st Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Telling people your problem..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SSy3xw71k4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/JU0KmlmTPjg/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272791329321358210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SSy3xw71k4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/JU0KmlmTPjg/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every now and then, there are bound to be people telling you their problem. If the problem is new it would be rather exciting to hear it out. Of course these are the sort of problem that you would love to listen to most to learn something and to make yourself feel better that you are not in the person's shoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But there are also those people that comes to you with a looping problem, the thing they talk about is &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; the same thing..and the advice that you give them is almost similar..in just a different way of putting it..and yet it doesn't get through to them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So just incase if you all don't understand what I am trying to say..take a look at the graph..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-4046191873144319698?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4046191873144319698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=4046191873144319698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/4046191873144319698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/4046191873144319698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/31st-post.html' title='31st Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SSy3xw71k4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/JU0KmlmTPjg/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-4692951536072649968</id><published>2008-11-25T13:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:21:24.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sweet-ness Graph&lt;/u&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SSuKiMBDP-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Wj0rkpRHqgE/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272460108713115618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SSuKiMBDP-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Wj0rkpRHqgE/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Fly FM today, only Fabes and Nadia was around as Ben is in Paris..and so the whiny Nadia said that guys are only sweet at the start of the relationship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like calling in to tell her........"well that is life.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-4692951536072649968?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4692951536072649968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=4692951536072649968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/4692951536072649968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/4692951536072649968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/30th-post.html' title='30th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SSuKiMBDP-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Wj0rkpRHqgE/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-4183382065426080930</id><published>2008-11-21T11:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:38:00.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SSTcIT4hvYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5Prxazkn9fE/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270579499264753026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SSTcIT4hvYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5Prxazkn9fE/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*click to enlarge*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture says it all.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-4183382065426080930?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4183382065426080930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=4183382065426080930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/4183382065426080930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/4183382065426080930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/29th-post.html' title='29th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SSTcIT4hvYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5Prxazkn9fE/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-172558539139187083</id><published>2008-11-20T10:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:51:37.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MEN ARE JUST HAPPIER PEOPLE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICKNAMES&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If Laura, Kate and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Kate and Sarah. If Mike, Dave and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla and Four-eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EATING OUT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When the bill arrives, Mike, Dave and John will each throw in $20, even though it's only for $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller and none will actually admit they want change back. When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONEY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs. A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need... but it's on sale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BATHROOMS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A man has six items in his bathroom: toothbrush and toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel. The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A man would not be able to identify more than 20 of these items. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGUMENTS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument. Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zpjq8jqrPq8&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/zpjq8jqrPq8&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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUTURE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband. A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUCCESS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARRIAGE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't. A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, but she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRESSING UP&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the trash, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail. A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2OBPaenkxdg&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/2OBPaenkxdg&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;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NATURAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed. Women somehow deteriorate during the night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OFFSPRING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams. A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THOUGHT FOR THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-172558539139187083?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/172558539139187083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=172558539139187083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/172558539139187083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/172558539139187083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/28th-post.html' title='28th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-7232880065572429931</id><published>2008-11-20T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:32:01.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Joke of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;How do you measure a blonde's intelligence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick a tire pressure gauge in her ear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-weight: bold;'&gt;&lt;span style='font-style: italic;'&gt;P.S. - If you don't get the joke, I have a tire pressure gauge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-7232880065572429931?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7232880065572429931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=7232880065572429931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/7232880065572429931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/7232880065572429931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/blonde-joke-of-day.html' title='Blonde Joke of the Day'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-3284666054412016610</id><published>2008-11-17T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:27:15.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presenting, Tonix!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/hennwei/bitterboyband_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 430px; height: 557px;" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/hennwei/bitterboyband_5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Band members include: (L-R) Philip Christoffer, Rikard Alf, Joran Knut, Jan  Elof, Dagmar Werner, and Niklas Carina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch out for their latest hit, "My Swedish Meatball Sweetheart" on your local radio stations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s. im gonna need new friends after this. please apply in the comments section. thanks. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-3284666054412016610?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3284666054412016610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=3284666054412016610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/3284666054412016610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/3284666054412016610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/presenting-tonix.html' title='Presenting, Tonix!'/><author><name>hennwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12568694919130970289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WufMamFnBag/SV2blxnYMEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5xfOSVjjXjo/s1600-R/henoheno.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-2099225886188475140</id><published>2008-11-15T04:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:10:49.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a slightly unhealthy addiction..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've have probably noticed that theres been quite a number of posts regarding the hoff.. i have a strange feeling its a slightly unhealthy addiction.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit* maybe that didnt come out so right. |:  sorry if i ruined your appetite. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/hennwei/unhealthy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 477px;" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/hennwei/unhealthy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-2099225886188475140?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2099225886188475140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=2099225886188475140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2099225886188475140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/2099225886188475140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/slightly-unhealthy-addiction.html' title='a slightly unhealthy addiction..'/><author><name>hennwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12568694919130970289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WufMamFnBag/SV2blxnYMEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5xfOSVjjXjo/s1600-R/henoheno.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-3602060531278431580</id><published>2008-11-13T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:39:12.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile, You're Under Arrest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I normally don't succumb to the idea of watching reality TV (which includes American Idol, Fear Factor and Amazing Race) for a simple fact that I believe most of these reality shows broadly encompass the following categories:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clearly scripted, as no sane mortal would possibly do such a thing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style='font-weight: bold;'&gt;Case Study:&lt;/span&gt; See American Idol auditions, and the idiots who come in dressed as aliens or clown. &lt;span style='font-style: italic;'&gt;Seriously dude, wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='youtube-video'&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='344'&gt;&lt;param value='http://www.youtube.com/v/d_xGzub3uZ4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1' name='movie'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='true' name='allowFullScreen'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='always' name='allowscriptaccess'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed width='425' height='344' allowfullscreen='true' allowscriptaccess='always' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://www.youtube.com/v/d_xGzub3uZ4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1'&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plain lame&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style='font-weight: bold;'&gt;Case Study:&lt;/span&gt; See America's Got Talent. See the Hoffman and the Hoffetts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='youtube-video'&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='344'&gt;&lt;param value='http://www.youtube.com/v/8uk1nlDeJrg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1' name='movie'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='true' name='allowFullScreen'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='always' name='allowscriptaccess'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed width='425' height='344' allowfullscreen='true' allowscriptaccess='always' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://www.youtube.com/v/8uk1nlDeJrg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1'&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing more than an attempt to revive someones ailing career&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style='font-weight: bold;'&gt;Case Study:&lt;/span&gt; See above. Or see American Idol's Paula Abdul&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pre-determined winners&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style='font-weight: bold;'&gt;Case Study:&lt;/span&gt; Ever realise how they never fully announce the voting numbers in Idol?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yea, so basically, I consider reality TV to be at the bottom of the cess pool when it comes to anything on TV (although, the scum at feed at the bottom has to be that annoying tranny that hosts the various shows on Astros Malay channels)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But &lt;a href='http://www.broadcastingcable.com/article/CA6474409.html&amp;amp;'&gt;this on the other hand&lt;/a&gt;, sounds like it has some potential. And I quote:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style='font-style: italic;'&gt;&lt;span style='font-weight: bold;'&gt;Smile, You're Under Arrest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a show that features law officers in Phoenix setting up grandiose sting operations to lure criminals with warrants into their waiting hands, and cameras.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Fox President of Alternative Entertainment Mike Darnell. “Instead of the worst day of your life and then a joke at the end, this is the reverse. This is the best day of your life, and then we arrest you.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One of three set-ups just shot in Arizona features the cops luring a criminal to a movie set with the promise of making him an extra and paying him a couple hundred dollars. An elaborate film set is staged and filming begins on a faux movie. The set-up continues as the director then gets mad at the lead actor, fires him and replaces him with the law-breaking extra.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The scene escalates with the fake director introducing the mark to a supposed studio mogul and continuing to create this dream-comes-true sequence. Finally, all the participants are revealed as officers of the law, and the criminal is apprehended (before signing waivers to let the footage be used in the show).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Other scenarios include a fake fashion shoot where the subject thinks he is about to become a supermodel and another in which the mark becomes an auto racer, a set-up which ends when a police car comes up behind him on a race track to pull him over.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I love the premise of the show. Me being the sadistic person I am, nothing thrills me more than seeing someone floating so high in the sky, and come screaming down with a big bad &lt;span style='font-weight: bold;'&gt;SPLAT&lt;/span&gt;. This show exploits your dreams, showing you how things &lt;span style='font-style: italic;'&gt;could have&lt;/span&gt; been, and then brings out the grim reality of how things is. Oh how gleeful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-3602060531278431580?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3602060531278431580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=3602060531278431580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/3602060531278431580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/3602060531278431580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/smile-you-under-arrest.html' title='Smile, You&amp;#39;re Under Arrest'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-8811880084480573242</id><published>2008-11-11T10:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:28:39.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;People that are not fit to be on Internet Messenger&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever got annoyed by how some people replies you on the web messenger?? To be honest I have zero tolerance for dumbass replies..you ask/say something with almost 3 or 4 lines, the reply is a simple one word reply, or rather a conversation ending one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, those reading this can simply say "get the point man!"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I WILL and DO get the point if I am the one messaging the person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The problem is sometimes you get dumbass replies when the person you talking to is the one that messages you first!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Exhibits;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) The One Liners&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This bunch of pricks will reply you with only ONE word regardless of what you say..either they are not interested or their keyboard only have a few key functioning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.A.H.A.O.K. --&gt; 4 keys&lt;br /&gt;O.H.O.K.O.K --&gt; 3 keys&lt;br /&gt;H.E.H.E --&gt; 2 Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you people actually expect the person on the other end to ask you EVERYTHING and continue the conversation by him/herself??? One liners usually don't wanna talk to the person they do that shit to...if you really don't wanna talk to them...&lt;strong&gt;DON'T REPLY &lt;/strong&gt;that is the simpliest solution..don't be an asshole. People within this group is the people I hate the most on IM regardless if you are my friends or not, &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU WANNA REPLY LIKE THIS DON'T REPLY ME OR EVEN BETTER DON'T START A CONVERSATION WITH ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) The Conversation Ending Replies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This group of people are usually girls..and rather attractive ones..they dare to reply in such a way cause they are &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; just &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; affraid to miss out on just another attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coming online is to entertain yourself / cure boredom / etc etc..but if you are actually intending to keep a score counter of how many guys msg you on a daily basis and how many guys you can give a dumbass reply to and still wanna speak with you...I got a better suggestion, &lt;strong&gt;DONT COME ON IM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) Volatile Individuals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are actually very few of these people on IM but..they still exist..what I mean by volatile is..on their element, they seem to be the nicest person to talk to on IM and then another day, they just simply dont even reply a 'Hi'. No doubt I am contradicting myself about my point up there..don't reply if you have nothing nice to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But..weren't you the nicest person to speak to like YESTERDAY?? People with mood swings are not fit to be on IM period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) Fishermen / women&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In general, people like that are very nice to talk to..always consistent, always a pleasant name to see online on your IM list, but the problem with them..They tend to give you half ass details on something they are talking to you about and ALWAYS fish you to ask them a question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These FUCKERS are &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; persistent, even when you know and don't ask the question they want you to ask. They would rather leave the conversation dangling than volunteerly tell you what they actually failed to conjure you asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5) People that do not set their status to 'Away' and is always 'Online'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Really that lack of attention that you need to know how many people actually messages you?? Get a fucking life you prick faces and set your status to away when you are not on the PC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6) People that forget what they are talking about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This group of people &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; close and &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; minimise the window and thus always annoy the people they are talking to by forgetting what they were talking about whenever they see a reply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This group of people should &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;be on IM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus Video; Korn - Coming Undone&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/4aW3tOqdKAg&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/4aW3tOqdKAg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-8811880084480573242?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8811880084480573242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=8811880084480573242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8811880084480573242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8811880084480573242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/27th-post.html' title='27th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-8931197706451370681</id><published>2008-11-07T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:46:00.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google News WTF : Abdullah hopes Obama's election will bring positive changes to the ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Abdullah hopes Obama's election will bring positive changes to the ..., by thefalcon" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thefalcon/3006908880/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3045/3006908880_33e3749a49.jpg" width="400" height="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key persons mentioned in this posting: Abdullah Badawi, Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;Dude in the picture : No idea &lt;br /&gt;(I lack the ability to recognize politicians, sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing things that makes you go... what???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-8931197706451370681?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8931197706451370681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=8931197706451370681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8931197706451370681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8931197706451370681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/google-news-wtf-abdullah-hopes-obamas.html' title='Google News WTF : Abdullah hopes Obama&apos;s election will bring positive changes to the ...'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3045/3006908880_33e3749a49_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-6616391885994584662</id><published>2008-11-06T08:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:03:25.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Crichton, R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Michael Crichton, by thefalcon" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thefalcon/3006954244/?eOrig=3006947722"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/3006954244_d910467875.jpg" width="340" height="522"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Crichton, one of my favorite authors, has passed away at the age of 66 after a long fight with cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An author whos ability is to tell a story so detailed, so vivid, yet without a single memorable character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An author who made the award winning TV series &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An author whos book &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/span&gt; happens to be my most read book of all time (owned 3 of the very same book, re-read it at least 20 times already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An author who has an uncanny ability to add so much scientific muttering in the mid of a tense action scene, just to show you he's smart (and I understand it, hence I am smart too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An author who will definitely be missed by his millions of fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rest In Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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R.I.P.'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/3006954244_d910467875_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-5420198973675311664</id><published>2008-11-06T08:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:49:49.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google News WTF : Obamas may bring new fashion sense to White House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Obamas may bring new fashion sense to White House, by thefalcon" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thefalcon/3006072613/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3227/3006072613_9a474ed800.jpg" width="400" height="151"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key persons mentioned in this posting : Obamas (Barack Obama, Michelle Obama, Malia Ann Obama, Sasha Obama)&lt;br /&gt;Lady in the picture : Some runway model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless Michelle Obama is an ex-pagent (like some other politician we know *wink*)... what???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-5420198973675311664?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5420198973675311664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=5420198973675311664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-9121599010014111414</id><published>2008-11-05T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:23:13.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26th Post!!</title><content type='html'>OBAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SRE7VsjuWsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hHDYqm9u2Ho/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265054683297110722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SRE7VsjuWsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hHDYqm9u2Ho/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congratulation Barack Obama for becoming the 44th President of the United States and also the first African American to do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you got the job done the whole of America and the world will be doing this to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265054684287840450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SRE7VwP7sMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FKOUpzrjRVg/s320/s_6137e20fb933671846d0891032f2825e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We will be watchin~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-9121599010014111414?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/9121599010014111414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=9121599010014111414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-9040750671512874571</id><published>2008-11-05T09:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:36:43.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Derek's Guide for Cheapskate Gamers - Mirror's Edge Demo</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Derek's Guide for Cheapskate Gamers, a guide where I review things for like-minded people as myself, who's main attributes lie the the fact that they are such cheapskates, the only thing they have on their consoles (when they are actually willing to cough out the dough to buy one), are game demos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this installment, I shall be taking a look at the spanking new hit coming out from &lt;a href="http://www.dice.se/"&gt;EA Digital Illusions CE&lt;/a&gt; studio,  &lt;a href="http://www.mirrorsedge.com/"&gt;Mirror's Edge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Mirror's Edge, by thefalcon" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thefalcon/3004328374/?eOrig=3004297672"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3223/3004328374_c72944f5af.jpg" width="240" height="340"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demo for Mirror's Edge was just unleased on the Playstation Network for US and EU just last week, and after pushing my broadband to the limit, I completed the download, and fired up the much raved game. But before we get to the game itself, behold, the trailer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2N1TJP1cxmo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2N1TJP1cxmo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I actually saw the trailer, the one thing Mirror's Edge remind of, is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parkour"&gt;Parkour&lt;/a&gt;. And I quote, from the great tome of Wikipedia itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Parkour (sometimes abbreviated to PK) or l'art du déplacement (English: the art of movement) is an activity with the aim of moving from one point to another as efficiently and quickly as possible, using principally the abilities of the human body. It is meant to help one overcome obstacles, which can be anything in the surrounding environment—from branches and rocks to rails and concrete walls—and can be practiced in both rural and urban areas. Parkour practitioners are referred to as traceurs, or traceuses for females.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still confused? Check out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEeqHj3Nj2c"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt; on YouTube and you will get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;So what else can get better than a refreshing new look on an old FPS Genre, by instilling a never-seen-before speed and freedom of movement, and cutting back on the shooting itself. Couple this with an anti-doom type city, a city all white, bright and vibrant (which somehow reminds me of the Orwellian 1984 for some reason), and you have a winner.&lt;br /&gt;For those hardcore gamers, you might need a little refresher, as this is not your fps. Much less fighting, alot more running (which is perfect for me, who plays FPS like a hit and run, or more closer to run-to-the-exit type).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the demo. The demo consists of a training level as well as the first mission of the game. The training level teaches you the basics of the game (which is about 3 buttons and the analog sticks, if you use the SIXAXIS functions) and runs you quickly through your first mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The controls are sweet and simplistic to learn, yet hard to master. The level itself if fairly self explanatory, although there was a part where I got lost. Death is like any other FPS, die and restart at some checkpoint before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fun Factor -&lt;/span&gt; This game is fun. Really fun. Seriously. How else to I explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prettiness -&lt;/span&gt; This game is also very very pretty. Bright vibrant colors would be the last thing you'd expect from an FPS (Hi Doom, Resistance, Call of Duty, and every other gloomy FPS). And they really hit the free movement look very well, with arms and legs flailing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Play Length -&lt;/span&gt; 20 mins will run you through the entire thing. There is a time trail mode unlockable for those that pre-order the full game, or win it online (from 1UP Mirror's Edge competition), but I don't have access to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replayability - &lt;/span&gt;If you are anything like me, the tutorial will not be replayed, but the first missioon, you may retry several times to get a real smooth run like what you see in the trailer. After that, it's a waste of 1's and 0's on your hard disk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my final recommendation, download the demo, and rent the game afterwards. Or trade it. Either way, get the demo, and get hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P.S. - Anyone liked the dreamy dance track theme song? I fell in love with it and Faith standing on top of the cranes after finishing the demo. Anyway, the song can be found &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TERyxFfMqDk"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and there is a MegaUpload link to the mp3 as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-9040750671512874571?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/9040750671512874571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=9040750671512874571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/9040750671512874571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/9040750671512874571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/dereks-guide-for-cheapskate-gamers.html' title='Derek&apos;s Guide for Cheapskate Gamers - Mirror&apos;s Edge Demo'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3223/3004328374_c72944f5af_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-211373907996683164</id><published>2008-11-04T10:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:19:46.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Filler</title><content type='html'>Good morning world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres just a quick filler to add some posting to this becoming-mundane blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;table.lfmWidgetblogger_chart_0434eeaeed5c499c356bbdfa2442ebde td {margin:0 !important;padding:0 !important;border:0 !important;}table.lfmWidgetblogger_chart_0434eeaeed5c499c356bbdfa2442ebde tr.lfmHead a:hover {background:url(http://cdn.last.fm/widgets/images/en/header/chart/toptracks_regular_black.png) no-repeat 0 0 !important;}table.lfmWidgetblogger_chart_0434eeaeed5c499c356bbdfa2442ebde tr.lfmEmbed object {float:left;}table.lfmWidgetblogger_chart_0434eeaeed5c499c356bbdfa2442ebde tr.lfmFoot td.lfmConfig a:hover {background:url(http://cdn.last.fm/widgets/images/en/footer/black.png) no-repeat 0px 0 !important;;}table.lfmWidgetblogger_chart_0434eeaeed5c499c356bbdfa2442ebde tr.lfmFoot td.lfmView a:hover {background:url(http://cdn.last.fm/widgets/images/en/footer/black.png) no-repeat -85px 0 !important;}table.lfmWidgetblogger_chart_0434eeaeed5c499c356bbdfa2442ebde tr.lfmFoot td.lfmPopup a:hover {background:url(http://cdn.last.fm/widgets/images/en/footer/black.png) no-repeat -159px 0 !important;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="lfmWidgetblogger_chart_0434eeaeed5c499c356bbdfa2442ebde" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" style="width:184px;"&gt;&lt;tr class="lfmHead"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a title="sauque: Overall Top Tracks" href="http://www.last.fm/user/sauque/charts?charttype=overall&amp;subtype=track" target="_blank" style="display:block;overflow:hidden;height:20px;width:184px;background:url(http://cdn.last.fm/widgets/images/en/header/chart/toptracks_regular_black.png) no-repeat 0 -20px;text-decoration:none;border:0;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="lfmEmbed"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://cdn.last.fm/widgets/chart/19.swf" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0" id="lfmEmbed_1723109667" width="184" height="160"&gt; 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return false;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your info, what I update to Last.FM is the music I only play in the office, which may be quite limited at time, and consistently changing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-211373907996683164?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/211373907996683164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=211373907996683164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/211373907996683164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/211373907996683164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/quick-filler.html' title='Quick Filler'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-6517749698672970750</id><published>2008-10-31T01:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:45:18.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Earlier this week on Sunday..26th Oct 2008, Liverpool ended Chelsea 86 game unbeaten EPL HOME record which spans 4 years and 8 months, Alonso scored on the 10th minute..and Chelsea as I remember didn't even had a shot on target.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This feat coincidently happened on the same few days where 2 points (at that time) team Spurs, sacked Juande Ramos and hired Harry Redknapp...and also when the Chelsea scalp happened..MU was playing against the Merseyside blue loser half, at goodison..and AND..Rooney kissed the MU badge after getting a yellow card just to taunt the blue half fans that he is in a BIGGER club..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The following day something surprised me, the headlines was Spurs hiring a new manager..and some even pictures of Rooney kissing the badge, honestly I have no problem with the way the press treats Liverpool, as far as I know they are just waiting for Liverpool to drop some points then have a go at us like till kingdom comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are a few things that just annoys me about the press the way they report MU and Chelsea compared the the way they report Liverpool and Arsenal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Liverpool beat Juventus in 2005, one local newspaper headlines;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Lucky Reds" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Liverpool finally loses and lets just say the table is like that; after 20 games played&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Headlines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;"Liverpool out of title race"&lt;br /&gt;"Arsenal should sign more experienced players"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chelsea - 43 poits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MU - 43 points&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Liverpool - 42 points&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arsenal - 41 Points&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When MU or Chelsea beats someone at the last minute..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Headlines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deserved victory for MU or Chelsea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Liverpool beats someone at the last minute..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Headlines&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Player's name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; saved Liverpool's blushes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe one day someone should just put up a fact like the Chuck Norris fact thingy;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If Chelsea or MU has 5 points and Liverpool or Arsenal have 5 points, Chelsea or MU has more points than Liverpool or Arsenal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One REAL Champions League trophy at Anfield is nothing compared 3 replicas at Old Trafford, because 3 is more than 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If MU or Chelsea beats someone at the last minute its because they are THAT damn good, they deserved the victory and they did not get lucky, if Liverpool beats someone at the last minute..its because they were lucky period&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When Robbie Keane don't score its because he sucks, when Rooney don't score its because he don't wanna bully lesser opponents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When Tevez misses an open goal was because of weren't concentrating, when Torres misses an open goal its because he cannot handle the pressure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When Roy Keane makes a fucked up tackle it was because he did it for the team, when Gerrard does a fucked up tackle it is because he is a dirty mother fucker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If Reina makes a stupid decision it is because he is stupid, when Van der Sar makes a stupid decision it was because he had no other option&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When Liverpool won Milan it was because they were FUCKING lucky, when MU beat Bayern was because they played better at the last 2 minutes of the game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsene's 38 games &lt;strong&gt;unbeaten&lt;/strong&gt; in the league is nothing compared to Jose's record breaking league finish on points with &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; defeat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When Chelsea signs an unknown 17 years old for 20 million it is because he IS worth that much, when Arsenal signs an unknown 17 years old for 200 k pounds its because Arsene Wenger is a scrooge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The list will go on and on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Make no mistake, this is not designed as a cheap shot for MU or Chelsea this is just facts about how the press treats Liverpool and Arsenal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-6517749698672970750?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6517749698672970750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=6517749698672970750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6517749698672970750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6517749698672970750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/25th-post.html' title='25th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-5752616347880180782</id><published>2008-10-25T22:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T17:14:14.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"South" Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite sure everyone heard of South Park before, today's post will be about....&lt;em&gt;'How the people I always hang out with look like if we are on South Park..'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261120167577334754" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 412px; height: 156px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SQNA6vUXM-I/AAAAAAAAAII/3GlJRbEWOS8/s320/philv1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyle, Kenny, Cartman, Stan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cast: Philip, Jordan, Derek, Jan&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261123439964585026" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 247px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SQND5N6R_EI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XfEiK6olUok/s320/sp903_Wing_1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Token &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cast: Naveen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lets make it clear..I did NOT choose Naveen to be Token because I am a racist..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261120171527383442" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 247px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SQNA6-CIKZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xKFD4i1Pf0M/s320/quiz1262outcome1%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Garrison, Mr Slave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cast: Mr Garrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261120177719370802" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 216px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SQNA7VGaZDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/uCnXNLySn7g/s320/v2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy, Mr Slave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cast: Wendy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just incase if you are wondering why are there 2 pictures of Mr Slave, its because Mr Slave is sort of like the only person on South Park that appears in more than just &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; outfit..it is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; because I wanted to poke fun on Rabi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Thanks Beatrice for the photoshop-ing*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-5752616347880180782?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5752616347880180782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=5752616347880180782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/5752616347880180782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/5752616347880180782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/24th-post.html' title='24th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SQNA6vUXM-I/AAAAAAAAAII/3GlJRbEWOS8/s72-c/philv1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-3718343861931408137</id><published>2008-10-22T18:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:07:47.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23rd Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ugly Frontman that can REALLY sing (LIVE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are alot of bands in the world. Usually you will recognise the band because of the frontman, very rarely you can name the band by their other members. So you usually relate the frontman to the band. It is also on rare cases where you can name ALL the members of the band. When this happens, these are usually VERY VERY big bands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SP8DAH2tC4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/iqGDWeZxPOY/s1600-h/metallica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259926190435404674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SP8DAH2tC4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/iqGDWeZxPOY/s320/metallica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett, Lars Ulrich, &amp;amp; Rob Trujillo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can argue that I can name them all cause I am a fan, it doesn't change the fact that ALL their fans can name them all..again you can argue "they are a fan..of course they can.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am a huge fan of Aerosmith and Bon Jovi and Guns &amp;amp; Roses (back then)..but I can name you all of them.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to FUGLY frontman.....they are ever so important because they are gonna carry the band, the image of the band depends on them..and they have to be natural performers and must naturally have charisma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is a list of FUGLY ass frontman that made it big 2 of them made it FUCKING BIG..they are fugly..they are charasmatic..they are frontman material..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They are good live, and NOW you know for a fact the sound engineer did not do much editing their studio album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SP8DAeaFlVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/37fTMz-q9I8/s1600-h/mick-jagger-picture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259926196489393490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SP8DAeaFlVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/37fTMz-q9I8/s320/mick-jagger-picture-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: &lt;strong&gt;Mick Jagger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Band: &lt;strong&gt;Rolling Stone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live: &lt;strong&gt;His live performance is VERY good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Seriously he is ugly..no disputing that..but he is the frontman of Rolling 'fucking' Stones, easily top three biggest rock band EVER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SP8DAvMjUFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YW_9PRRe2yk/s1600-h/398px-Lemmy-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259926200996024402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SP8DAvMjUFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YW_9PRRe2yk/s320/398px-Lemmy-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Name: &lt;strong&gt;Lemmy (Ian Fraser Kilmister)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band: &lt;strong&gt;Motorhead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Live:&lt;strong&gt; His live performance is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Another one really ugly guy, alot of you might not have heard of Motorhead, but I am quite sure alot of metal fans have..his voice is legendary..trust me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SP8DAsIYSdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MoFuc_qPVsE/s1600-h/dio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259926200173218258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SP8DAsIYSdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MoFuc_qPVsE/s320/dio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Name: &lt;strong&gt;Ronnie James Dio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Band: &lt;strong&gt;Dio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Live:&lt;strong&gt; His live performance is VERY good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He makes Mick Jagger and Steve Tyler look like Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise. Again another one of those gotta be metal fan to know him..he replaced Ozzy Osborne as the front man of Black Sabbath before..his voice is special.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SP8CKdD8VeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Jf35hyh9JhE/s1600-h/steven-tyler-2004-vanity-fair-oscar-party-1ckytX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259925268415141346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SP8CKdD8VeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Jf35hyh9JhE/s320/steven-tyler-2004-vanity-fair-oscar-party-1ckytX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Name: &lt;strong&gt;Steve Tyler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Band: &lt;strong&gt;Aerosmith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live: &lt;strong&gt;His live performance is fucking awesome!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My hero..but it doesn't change the fact he is one really ugly guy..but his daughter is Liv Tyler :&lt;br /&gt;For me personally..he is the one and only guy the moment you hear him, you know its him. So fucking special his vocals&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The list of FUGLY frontman are really stars..they are ugly, but they compensate it by being able to sing so God-like....So I guess at the end of the day, how your front man looks dont really matter..as long as he can sing...but of course when I mean sing..I mean SING &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and still sound like 70 - 90% like how the studio sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also pin up frontman that are good LIVE..People like Axl Rose (Guns &amp;amp; Roses), and etc etc...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Compared to the bands now..those with pin up frontman..so good looking but when you hear them sing live you just wanna jump down Twin Towers..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Next Post will be about useless pin up front man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-3718343861931408137?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3718343861931408137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=3718343861931408137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/3718343861931408137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/3718343861931408137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/23rd-post.html' title='23rd Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SP8DAH2tC4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/iqGDWeZxPOY/s72-c/metallica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-1106400410324805342</id><published>2008-10-21T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:16:39.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jailbait</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;   "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hello boys and girls! Today we are going to learn something very important.. thats right kids! JAILBAIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;   "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Urban dictionary defines jailbait as follows:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" id="entries" style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 100%; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 10px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="vertical-align: top; "&gt;&lt;td class="index" color="black" style=" font-weight: normal; padding-right: 10px; width: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="word" color="black" style="font-weight: bold;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;jailbait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tools" id="tools_546196"   style="  text-align: right; white-space: nowrap; line-height: 23px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="favorite" style="margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="vertical-align: top; "&gt;&lt;td style=""&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2" style="padding-right: 15px; line-height: 19px; padding-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;An attractive underaged girl who you'd like to bang. But if you get caught banging her you'll go to jail, so she's the bait that lures you into the jail cell, hence the term jailbait. Is similar to a lolita, except the term jailbait only applies to an attractive underaged girl that you want to bang, while a lolita is an attractive underaged girl who also wants to bang you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;R. Kelly's next concert is gonna be in cellblock 4 cuz' he got caught messin' with jailbait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy #1: Hey man, look at that girl over there she's really cute, I'm gonna go kick some G to her. &lt;br /&gt;Guy #2: Naw man, that girl looks like she's about 14. She's fuckin' jailbait, dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Taken right off urbandictionary.com without any consent whatsoever. Thanks Bill. (; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today we are going to learn how to identify Jailbait. Below are a few examples of jailbait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Example 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thekidswindow.co.uk/images/CMScontent/Image/Baby%20Dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thekidswindow.co.uk/images/CMScontent/Image/Baby%20Dress.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Name: Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Age: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Likes: Teddy Bears, Sitting in her stroller, playing with her food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dislikes: Baths, Eating baby food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jailbait: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Example 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.budimas.org.my/image/littleGirlYelloLeft.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.budimas.org.my/image/littleGirlYelloLeft.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Name: Samantha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Age: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Likes: Sunflowers, Drawing on walls with crayons, Playing with mom's Lipstick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dislikes: Boys, Drinking milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jailbait: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);   font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);   font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Example 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);   font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);   font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.showclix.com/event_pictures/Clique-Girlz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.showclix.com/event_pictures/Clique-Girlz.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Name: The Clique Girlz (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Destinee Rae Monroe/Paris Quinn Monroe/Ariel Alexis Moore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Age: 14/12/14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Likes: Singing, Dancing, Reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jailbait: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);   font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);   font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);   font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);   font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);   font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Example 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.spiediefest.com/images/2008/DemiLovato4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spiediefest.com/images/2008/DemiLovato4.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Name: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Demetria Devonne "Demi" Lovato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Age:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Likes: Singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jailbait: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BONUS JAILBAIT VIDEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-keOVH_ivTg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-keOVH_ivTg&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thats all for today boys and girls! I hope you learn something important today. Jailbait = JAIL. And remember, to stay out of prison, keep your hands off the minors! Cheerio! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-1106400410324805342?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1106400410324805342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=1106400410324805342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/1106400410324805342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/1106400410324805342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/jailbait.html' title='Jailbait'/><author><name>hennwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12568694919130970289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WufMamFnBag/SV2blxnYMEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5xfOSVjjXjo/s1600-R/henoheno.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-8955337212993499612</id><published>2008-10-20T10:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:23:41.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Hi To Your Mother For Me.</title><content type='html'>SNL has been on a roll lately (although I may be very biased, as you have noticed, cause I love SNL and the MILF).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, taking a sidestep from the main show of Palin/Fey, last week, there was a sketch called "Barky Bark and the Donkey Bunch" where Andy Samberg impersonated Mark Wahlberg to talk to animals. It wasn't particularly funny, in fact, I was quite confused by it. Take a look at it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48fbe8520dbd0404/4741e3c5156499a7/a8d05ddd/-cpid/ede73b88cb85672" id="W4727a250e66f972348fbe8520dbd0404" width="384" height="283"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48fbe8520dbd0404/4741e3c5156499a7/a8d05ddd/-cpid/ede73b88cb85672" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of a sudden, Mark Wahlberg (the real one) got all pissy over this, as seen below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In a recent interview with the New York Post, the "Max Payne" star says he wasn't amused by Samberg's skit. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like someone is pissed. And then, Thursday night Wahlberg was on "Jimmy Kimmel Live" and the host brought up the animal sketch again. The two watched a clip, the audience laughed and then Wahlberg launched into a expletive-filled rant about how he was seriously going to fly to New York and punch Samberg in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a bad sign. But turns out, Wahlberg does have a sense of humour, as he made a very pissed appearence on SNL this week, and, if it wasn't for Palins real appearence on SNL, would've been the creme of the crop for that episode. Video is embeded below. Go SNL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48fbe84fe7952835/4741e3c5156499a7/e4200099/-cpid/8b6f233aea504dc6" id="W4727a250e66f972348fbe84fe7952835" width="384" height="283"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48fbe84fe7952835/4741e3c5156499a7/e4200099/-cpid/8b6f233aea504dc6" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-8955337212993499612?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8955337212993499612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=8955337212993499612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8955337212993499612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8955337212993499612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/say-hi-to-your-mother-for-me.html' title='Say Hi To Your Mother For Me.'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-6446776633365193035</id><published>2008-10-16T09:56:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T17:53:48.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22nd Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Tale of 2 Taylor(S)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this message from a friend yesterday..lets call him 'P' he pasted something another fren wrote..lets call him 'S' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;S "Taylor Hicks is so hawt.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bear in mind that 'S' is a guy..and just incase there are some blur people hawt = hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SPaiM1PybsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nElvAxjkXbA/s1600-h/Taylor%2520Hicks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257567956337061570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SPaiM1PybsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nElvAxjkXbA/s320/Taylor%2520Hicks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;T.Hicks "OH!! Jo Jonas is pointing at me!!!!"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not so sure if that picture of him holding that Jonas Brothers thing is real OR not, but what 'S' wanted to say is this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Taylor SWIFT is so hawt" but instead he miraculously typed out HICKS, put into context how those 2 words are spelt..S.W.I.F.T &amp;amp; H.I.C.K.S..there are only 2 letters in common, which is 'I' and 'S'....so I really dont know how he got it wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257570453078938498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SPakeKVcE4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Z-lo2DLU1AU/s320/TaylorSwift-01-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt; *Fucking HOT!!!* &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how much Photoshop, contributed to her hot-ness in this picture, but she is VERY pretty..not to mention she is a blonde..(I am a sucker for REAL blondes). I might be wrong but I think when you need to Photoshop someone that is already so pretty, you dont need to Photoshop ALOT..as compared to this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257584185653286914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SPaw9gKTWAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DwU1s3Pnfug/s320/15American-Idol-Taylor-Hicks-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ALOT more effort is required..and the photo editor will not be all that happy to do up HIS face..but still they gotta do it..since its their job and all..if i am the boss..and I ask him to make a pile of dog poo into a peacock..he/she gotta do it..But just take a look at how 'S' edited an ALREADY Photoshop-ed picture of Taylor Hicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257584907024167634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SPaxnfehctI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FQCwxOuT6TE/s320/taylor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess 'S' must have had a BIG BIG closet moment during season 5 of American Idol, considering there was Elliot Yamin and Chris Daughtry there..not to mention Katharine McPhee (but since its a BIG BIG closet moment) so Taylor Hicks it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a real big fan of him, so I will go on trashing about him...he is 32..and he looks 52, he is a marketers nightmare...so it makes me wonder how he won it instead of Katharine McPhee, which is 24..HOT and NOT hard to market..just need to show more skin..to sell her albums like hot cakes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QB0bF2vCDZ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QB0bF2vCDZ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video that Jewel was not such a jewel anymore.....and it worked wonders for her....ANYWAYS....back to the Taylors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can ANYONE mistake Taylor Swift for that LOSER Hicks..HOW HOW???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257569412755687890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SPajhm1DCdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/G_UVglg7n08/s320/taylor_swift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder how she will feel if she finds out 'S' actually mis-spelt her name for Taylor Hicks' name...I wonder if she would have been offended.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if you are thinking of the girl and you called her by the wrong name..and a dude's name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257569753847916034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SPaj1dfxZgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TbFGLq35Sxw/s320/taylor_swift11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tear drops on her guitar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There are people that can misplace hotness and call her Taylor Hicks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-6446776633365193035?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6446776633365193035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=6446776633365193035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6446776633365193035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6446776633365193035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/22nd-post.html' title='22nd Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MUL0gXdbyqQ/SPaiM1PybsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nElvAxjkXbA/s72-c/Taylor%2520Hicks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-1639040931673557369</id><published>2008-10-15T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:40:24.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;"You look familiar.."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a famous line that is dubbed a lame pick up line if a guy ever uses it on a girl. What if...WHAT IF...that person really REALLY looked familiar..what are you suppose to tell her??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan "I've seen you somewhere.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan "You look familiar.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan "Do I look familiar to you??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you suppose to say in that kind of situation??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, as I was eating dinner with another 2 friends. We bump into another friend, lets call her 'S' which was with a friend, we will call her 'L'. One of my friend lets call her 'V', told 'L' "you look familiar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to her and said "What is that some pick up line???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good laugh about it..but it seems fine that girls use it..and not guys..and 'V' really asked cause 'L' looked familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have gotten my ass laughed at if I told 'L' the same thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is it so fucked up that a girl can use it and a guy cant?? why??????!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-1639040931673557369?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1639040931673557369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=1639040931673557369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/1639040931673557369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/1639040931673557369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/21st-post.html' title='21st Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-6830408526207328824</id><published>2008-10-13T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:19:01.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Martina</title><content type='html'>I think I gave adequate hints in the past few days for everyone, and if you still haven't guessed the answer to the Tina Fey / Martin Scorsese connection, then you really need to learn to &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=Martin+Scorsese+Tina+Fey&amp;ie=utf-8&amp;oe=utf-8&amp;aq=t&amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;client=firefox-a"&gt;GOOGLE&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;So yes, it has something to do the ads they have both stared in (finally getting it?). AMEX. And they actually did one for AMEX together. The first one, which follows, is the one you see on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGcZwfBbXU0&amp;hl=en&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/RGcZwfBbXU0&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;The 2nd half, is an extended version which was shown during the Emmy Awards last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jFuqK0lnSMQ&amp;hl=en&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/jFuqK0lnSMQ&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;So, lesson of the day.. erm.. nothing in particular. Other than learning to Google, of course. I suppose the only other lesson is, yes, I like draggy long blog posts which simply spam YouTube videos. Welcome to Bitter Emotions, a place for random outpour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-6830408526207328824?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6830408526207328824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=6830408526207328824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6830408526207328824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6830408526207328824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/martina.html' title='Martina'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-4069399056714086115</id><published>2008-10-13T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:14:59.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th Post!!</title><content type='html'>The Rabi Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we heard that Rabi is being called a &lt;strong&gt;Mean Machine&lt;/strong&gt; by a certain someone..so I dedicate this song to him..Sugar Ray - Mean Machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gjb7UD7jPqM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gjb7UD7jPqM&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;"Metal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Sugar Ray is a bunch of loser in my eyes..but I gotta admit..for 1995, this song is pretty good..minus the fact the phase they actually went by..Metal to Pop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o8ozMybeyyE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o8ozMybeyyE&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;POP!! but I will admit..at that time..this two songs were great songs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-4069399056714086115?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4069399056714086115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=4069399056714086115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/4069399056714086115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/4069399056714086115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/20th-post.html' title='20th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-7594452412207682990</id><published>2008-10-12T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:12:01.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marty</title><content type='html'>And still following up from 2 days back, for those who do not know Martin Scorsese, shame on you. Now watch and be enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The films of martin Scorsese, 40 years of greatness Part.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hP2KHTd63J8&amp;hl=en&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/hP2KHTd63J8&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-weight:bold;"&gt;The films of martin Scorsese, 40 years of greatness Part.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BtEErBmcfUI&amp;hl=en&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/BtEErBmcfUI&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-weight:bold;"&gt;Perfectionist. Martin Scorsese at the One Hour Photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/45iZP6AWT3c&amp;hl=en&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/45iZP6AWT3c&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-7594452412207682990?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7594452412207682990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=7594452412207682990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/7594452412207682990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/7594452412207682990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/marty.html' title='Marty'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-8835479001988768998</id><published>2008-10-11T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:52:00.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tina</title><content type='html'>Continuing from yesterdays post, if anyone still does not know who Tina Fey is, maybe these few videos might help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sarah Palin Spoof, which is one of the biggest things going around lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ral-zByaSU4&amp;hl=en&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/Ral-zByaSU4&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-weight:bold;"&gt;This one is from her hit TV series 30 Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/US3kf55SJ1o&amp;hl=en&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/US3kf55SJ1o&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-weight:bold;"&gt;Did you know she wrote and produced as well as starred in Mean Girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QeE_SMJHCZ4&amp;hl=en&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/QeE_SMJHCZ4&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-weight:bold;"&gt;This one is hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CzASsR-5Qcw&amp;hl=en&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/CzASsR-5Qcw&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-8835479001988768998?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8835479001988768998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=8835479001988768998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8835479001988768998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/8835479001988768998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/tina.html' title='Tina'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-452290159998381486</id><published>2008-10-10T15:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T16:30:17.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Unforgiven&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a very famous term in any aspect...in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105695/"&gt;Unforgiven 1992&lt;/a&gt;, Clint Eastwood acted and directed a lengendary Cowboy movie. Which won 4 Oscars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene Hackman for Best Supporting Actor&lt;br /&gt;Clint Eastwood for Best Director and Best Picture (nominated for Best Actor but did not win)&lt;br /&gt;and some guy called Joel Cox for Best Film Editing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metallica has a series of music with the name Unforgiven. Its a very very famous metal song. ANY metal fans will know this song..not only do they have Unforgiven II, they came out with Unforgiven III on their latest album! Just a little surprised they did not cover 1 and 2 in their S&amp;amp;M performance....S&amp;amp;M means &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/-Human"&gt;Symphony and Metallica&lt;/a&gt;..not what you think it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgiven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5cGvzApDZKI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5cGvzApDZKI&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;Unforgiven II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w1mgEQTMVB8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w1mgEQTMVB8&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;James Hetfield in a Telecaster..seems a little odd..so used to see him in an Explorer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgiven III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Runne3KXZMI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Runne3KXZMI&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;Kirk Hammett's guitar solo is as usual..sickly awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone tells you, "you are unforgiven" in life you are pretty much screwed in his/her eyes. I am quite sure everybody has at least ONE person that hates you with passion that they say you are &lt;strong&gt;unforgiven. &lt;/strong&gt;I am also sure I have a few people that has casted the &lt;strong&gt;unforgiven&lt;/strong&gt; tag on me..if any of those who are reading..I am sorry, I wont give you a self righteous..I will just say..I am sorry sincerely..I am..please leave a comment if you want me to back it up with actions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not so sure why I put this post up...maybe I am just feeling a little emo..haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-452290159998381486?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/452290159998381486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=452290159998381486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/452290159998381486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/452290159998381486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/19th-post.html' title='19th Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-4189253059136856995</id><published>2008-10-10T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:56:00.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tina and Marty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Tina Fey Head Shot, by thefalcon" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thefalcon/2920457305/in/set-72157606974411745/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3194/2920457305_3c6a834d7d_m.jpg" width="350" height="355"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Elizabeth Stamatina "Tina" Fey&lt;/span&gt;. Writer, Comedian, Actress, Producer, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MILF&lt;/span&gt;. Golden Globe, Emmy, SAG Award winner. Best known for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;30 Rock&lt;/span&gt; and her faithful reenactment of Sarah Palin on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Martin Scorsese Head Shot, by thefalcon" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thefalcon/2921354342/?eOrig=2920465679"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3013/2921354342_ed00d178e6_m.jpg" width="280" height="350"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Marcantonio Luciano Scorsese.&lt;/span&gt; Director, Producer, Actor, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Legend&lt;/span&gt;. Golden Globe, AFI, BAFTER, Directors Guild and Oscar Award winner. Best known for being Martin Scorsese. As well as every single film he ever did (Raging Bull and Taxi Driver among them). Also known as the most pityful legendary director around, winning his only Oscar for something which isn't an original Scorsese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One does comedy, sketch and draws laughter from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;The other does brooding art, bringing New York to life in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposite ends of the earth, you might say.&lt;br /&gt;So try this, what does both of them have in common. How do they link together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And no, Marty + Tina does not equal Martina or Martini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-4189253059136856995?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4189253059136856995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=4189253059136856995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/4189253059136856995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/4189253059136856995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/tina-and-marty.html' title='Tina and Marty'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3194/2920457305_3c6a834d7d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-4826251759061258299</id><published>2008-10-09T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:00:00.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Godfather of Cola</title><content type='html'>I'm sure everyone knows about the long running feud between Coke and Pepsi, and how they enjoy cheap-shotting each other all the time (Although, more often that not, Coke finds itself on the end of the stick being poked by Pepsi). And this, is another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It combines 3 of my favorite things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;An artsy stylish humorous ad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The continuation of brand feuds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Godfather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watch it, and you will understand. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kapish?&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/0LnJskwydvM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0LnJskwydvM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gratzi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-4826251759061258299?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4826251759061258299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=4826251759061258299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/4826251759061258299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/4826251759061258299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/godfather-of-cola.html' title='The Godfather of Cola'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-6736823736476026152</id><published>2008-10-08T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:40:00.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Knight Remix</title><content type='html'>There was this saying I heard in an Episode of 30 Rock once called "Corporate Crush"&lt;br /&gt;It had the head honcho of a studio saying this.. (paraphrased, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If I cannot imagine the movie as a trailer, the movie cannot be made&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wonder what he would say to this then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7QFWBFIEuig&amp;hl=en&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/7QFWBFIEuig&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;And the irony of it all, I would actually watch this movie from the trailer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-6736823736476026152?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6736823736476026152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=6736823736476026152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6736823736476026152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6736823736476026152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/dark-knight-remix.html' title='Dark Knight Remix'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-4637212474133996046</id><published>2008-10-07T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:03:54.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The S Team</title><content type='html'>During random power-surfing, I came across a series of adverts, which are... quite amazing. It stars the most unexpected superstars, and both having only one thing in common. Their names start with S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, American Express proudly brings to you... Jerry Sienfeld and Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Supers and Seinfeld. Note, it's a 5 min advert which only mentions American Express like, once. So it's like a really short story. And hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before the 5 minute short, we head back in time, to a decade ago. 1998 when the very first Superman/Seinfeld matchup started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman, Powerless in his Supersuit, relies on Jerry to save Lois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g6wNNVcmM0E&amp;hl=en&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/g6wNNVcmM0E&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-weight:bold;"&gt;Superman a.k.a. Man Of Steel Gets Queezy having too much Tuna Mayo.... A Uniform Used to Mean Something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LgOC4n2Spsc&amp;hl=en&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/LgOC4n2Spsc&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-weight:bold;"&gt;Jerry Sienfeld the petty petty man, asking Supes how he came up with the name... Hindsight is 20/20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VLuPTg8HcMY&amp;hl=en&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/VLuPTg8HcMY&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-4637212474133996046?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4637212474133996046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=4637212474133996046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/4637212474133996046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/4637212474133996046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/s-team.html' title='The S Team'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-3009276031208236363</id><published>2008-09-28T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:36:08.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighteenth Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things Guy wish a girl will know..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there are some things a girl wishes a guy will know too..but this is MY topic now..so live with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Stop thinking so far ahead..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a conversation about this not long ago with my best friend, we had such a good laugh about it. Was telling him about how I get burned by girls because of my race. My best friend laughed and said "Nothing happened yet..and they are already thinking of needing to convert...and there they go thinking dating a guy with of the same race guarantee a spot on the alter for them.." Personally, I don't really like to think further than the next hour..cause I dont know if I will be alive then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) We know you do ALOT for us..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) If you are not THE ONE, you are not going to the alter with us..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Things that were said before only have validity of 3 seconds/minutes/hours/days/months..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't use things that were said before to get back at us..words are only words..always will..always be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Just because you all don't have true friends, that doesn't mean we dont have one..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradisionally, guys will always have a group they will stick to..it might be a colourful bunch in terms of personality, &lt;strong&gt;BUT WE ARE LOYAL TO EACH OTHER, WE HAVE A THING CALLED THE DUDE'S CODE&lt;/strong&gt;, a group of girls will compete with each other for attention, bitch about each other..that is why a group of girls can never work together. So don't blame us sometimes if we take off because we need to aid a friend or wanna hang out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) No, we don't give a shit about your day..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really we don't =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) We like challanges, but when you are saying and doing things just to see how into you we are..we dont like it..AT ALL (only applies at the going after stage)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it hard..but not ridiculous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Be more sensitive sometimes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your fucking brains when you all talk sometimes..just because we brush alot of things off, doesn't mean we don't have any feelings inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Know what you want please..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys have always been criticise for not being sensitive enough..but when we are..we are a pussy..so wtf you all want?? we switching between those 2 according to your preference??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Stop asking us if you are fat..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one stupid question that you all use just as a reason to get mad at us cause YOU think we are lying, even if we told you the truth..we still get in trouble..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) Stop fishing us to ask a question..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really..we dont appreciate it at all..so next time..just ask us a question..and not leave a hanging statement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-3009276031208236363?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3009276031208236363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=3009276031208236363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/3009276031208236363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/3009276031208236363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/09/eighteenth-post.html' title='Eighteenth Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-6176876523927254965</id><published>2008-09-26T12:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:27:00.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeenth Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jokes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between a girlfriend and wife? 45 lbs. What's the difference between a boyfriend and a husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45 mins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it when a man talks dirty to a woman?Sexual Harassment. What is it when a woman talks dirty to a man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;£3.99 a minute.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a blonde's favourite nursery rhyme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humpme Dumpme.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a smart blonde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A golden retriever or Blondie Kay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have women and floor tiles got in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you lay them properly the first time, you can walk all over them for life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between a new husband and a new dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a year, the dog is still excited to see you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes men chase women they have no intention of marrying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The same urge that makes dogs chase cars they have no intention of driving.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why they call it the Wonder Bra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you take it off, you wonder where the breasts went.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse than a Male Chauvinist Pig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A woman that won't do what she's told.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, God created the earth and rested. Then God created Man and rested. Then God created Woman. Since then, neither God nor Man has rested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-6176876523927254965?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6176876523927254965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=6176876523927254965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6176876523927254965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6176876523927254965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/09/seventeenth-post.html' title='Seventeenth Post!!'/><author><name>jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811490444700782789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349517458653827974.post-6650280054912564373</id><published>2008-09-26T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:56:00.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>David Hasselhoff - Secret Agent Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKuQXGrFSQ0&amp;hl=en&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/lKuQXGrFSQ0&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;There's a man who leads a life of danger&lt;br /&gt;To everyone he meets he stays a stranger&lt;br /&gt;With every move he makes another chance he takes&lt;br /&gt;Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret agent man, secret agent man&lt;br /&gt;They've given you a number and taken away your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of pretty faces that you find&lt;br /&gt;A pretty face can hide an evil mind&lt;br /&gt;Ah, be careful what you say&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret agent man, secret agent man&lt;br /&gt;They've given you a number and taken away your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lead guitar]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret agent man, secret agent man&lt;br /&gt;They've given you a number and taken away your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swingin' on the Riviera one day&lt;br /&gt;And then layin' in the Bombay alley next day&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, you let the wrong word slip&lt;br /&gt;While kissing persuasive lips&lt;br /&gt;The odds are you won't live to see tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret agent man, secret agent man&lt;br /&gt;They've given you a number and taken away your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret agent man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god he never got that role in the James Bond audition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349517458653827974-6650280054912564373?l=bitteremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6650280054912564373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349517458653827974&amp;postID=6650280054912564373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6650280054912564373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349517458653827974/posts/default/6650280054912564373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteremotions.blogspot.com/2008/09/david-hasselhoff-secret-agent-man.html' title='David Hasselhoff - Secret Agent Man'/><author><name>derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464274524081131946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/the_falcon84/MooMoo/Cow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
