<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652</id><updated>2011-10-15T23:00:08.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening Drama</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>286</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-5162007727413671193</id><published>2008-06-22T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:10:39.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>Wow does anyone still read this? =P Anyway for those interested, you can find my new blog at &lt;a href="http://www.undeniablyso.com"&gt;http://www.undeniablyso.com&lt;/a&gt; and George's new blog at &lt;a href="http://www.blorgy.net"&gt;http://www.blorgy.net&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we revive Evening Drama? I have to admit it was fun while it lasted, hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-5162007727413671193?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/5162007727413671193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/5162007727413671193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2008/06/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-114536633316228779</id><published>2006-04-18T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:18:53.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update?!</title><content type='html'>Yay an update after God knows how long. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PSYCHE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-114536633316228779?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/114536633316228779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/114536633316228779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2006/04/update.html' title='An update?!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-113720623894424070</id><published>2006-01-14T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T10:37:18.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck this. Plus, the bonus pic.</title><content type='html'>You know what? Fuck the fact that everyone else has 'moved'. The forum there has gone pretty stale and there hasn't been a new post there since.... forever. Well, I guess it's up to me to be the sole updater of this hideous blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, now can anyone tell me what the fuck this is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.spikedhumor.com/7191/Boobs_and_Tubes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit I can swear to you now that the world is definitely going down the drain. Especially asian guys. What the fuck is with those assholes? They're getting more feminine by the day. Plus, most of them have girlfriends. Which brings me to another point, what the fuck is wrong with asian women??? Is there some contest going on between a boyfriend and a girlfriend to see who can become more feminine?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I think I'm going to soil myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-113720623894424070?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/113720623894424070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/113720623894424070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2006/01/fuck-this-plus-bonus-pic.html' title='Fuck this. Plus, the bonus pic.'/><author><name>CHUN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074912244771707837</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-113196475668257066</id><published>2005-11-14T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T18:39:16.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have shifted</title><content type='html'>Yes, we have shifted, for real this time..I'm not shamelessly plugging my own blog which is located at &lt;a href="http://xen0s.blogsome.com"&gt;http://xen0s.blogsome.com&lt;/a&gt;, but rather we decided to revive eveningdrama with a new team, a new and fresh approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway head down to &lt;a href="http://eveningdrama.forumer.com"&gt;http://eveningdrama.forumer.com&lt;/a&gt; to sign up, and start posting! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-113196475668257066?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/113196475668257066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/113196475668257066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-have-shifted.html' title='We have shifted'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-113187208469560676</id><published>2005-11-13T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T16:54:44.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You people are freaks.</title><content type='html'>Yes, you are, and you want to know why? Here are some keywords used to find eveningdrama with..I have no idea what the hell we've been writing but you managed to land on our site with these keywords. I hope you're proud you bunch of pedophiles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 350px; height: 36px;" class="info_box" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#e9eef1"&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;18.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fucking&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ;" align="right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr bgcolor="#d9dde0"&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;19.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;children&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ;" align="right"&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=winnie+the+pooh+fucks+tigger&amp;ei=UTF-8&amp;amp;fr=FP-tab-web-t-296&amp;fl=0&amp;amp;x=wrt"&gt;search.yahoo.com/search?p=winnie the pooh fucks tigger&amp;ei=UTF-8&amp;amp;fr=FP-tab-web-t-296&amp;fl=0&amp;amp;x=wrt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://search.msn.com/spresults.aspx?q=slutty+clothes&amp;first=21&amp;amp;count=10&amp;FORM=POPR"&gt;search.msn.com/spresults.aspx?q=slutty clothes&amp;amp;first=21&amp;count=10&amp;amp;FORM=POPR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.google.com/search?q=SIngapore++%22Indian+girl%22+site:blogspot.com&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;lr=&amp;as_qdr=all&amp;amp;start=60&amp;sa=N"&gt;www.google.com/search?q=SIngapore %22Indian girl%22 site:blogspot.com&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;amp;as_qdr=all&amp;start=60&amp;amp;sa=N&lt;/a&gt; (sorry no Singaporean indian girls here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;amp;client=safari&amp;rls=en&amp;amp;q=%22children+with+too+much+energy%22&amp;btnG=Search"&gt;www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;amp;lr=&amp;client=safari&amp;amp;rls=en&amp;q=%22children with too much energy%22&amp;amp;btnG=Search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=Malay+Fucking+Styles&amp;ei=UTF-8&amp;amp;fr=FP-tab-web-t&amp;fl=0&amp;amp;x=wrt"&gt;search.yahoo.com/search?p=Malay Fucking Styles&amp;ei=UTF-8&amp;amp;fr=FP-tab-web-t&amp;fl=0&amp;amp;x=wrt&lt;/a&gt; (that one just made me laugh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-113187208469560676?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/113187208469560676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/113187208469560676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-people-are-freaks.html' title='You people are freaks.'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112886954255356178</id><published>2005-10-09T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:50:31.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the fuck????</title><content type='html'>Yeah, like what the title says. WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no fucking updates and everything here is stagnant like Meagan's boobs. I, on the other hand, have a good excuse, I've been studying because I have a few important exams coming up. So what the hell has everyone else been doing? Masturbating to Fabian's new videos???  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xen0s.blogsome.com/images/fabian_wtf.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, for today’s topic: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chun’s Big jerk thread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you all know and read it. The Big bro section of the Star newspaper. The section where lame ass losers write to complain about how crap their lives are and about how they don’t have the balls to bitch slap their ho’s into submission. Now, for me to make things right….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Article 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m 24 and just broke up with M. Then, I met K who is four years younger and always with me when I am down.&lt;br /&gt;K loves someone but he won’t admit it. I feel lonely when I don’t see him for a day or we don’t sms each other. I have fallen in love with him but I can’t tell him because he treats me like a sister. &lt;br /&gt;I feel so miserable and need your advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lonely gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lonely Vagina&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;                                  Mr. K here treats you like a sister because… Oh… What do you know, because you act like one! Quit ‘feeling’ down and stop acting like a spoilt bitch.&lt;br /&gt;   How the fuck can you feel lonely when you don’t see him for a day or without sms? Don’t you have other friends? Or did they decide that you’re too fat to hang out with?&lt;br /&gt;If your not fat and ugly: Go out, wear slutty clothes and go clubbing. Invite Mr. K to go with you as well. &lt;br /&gt;   If your sleazy advances doesn’t get him a hard on, ditch him. Cause he’s GAY… &lt;br /&gt;What? Still need a guy? I know a friend called George. He’s a bit gay, but not as gay as Mr. K here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Article 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been married for more than 20 yrs. Over the years, my relationship with my husband has evolved into a strange one. We’ve not even strangers, more like enemies!&lt;br /&gt;We hardly communicate, sometimes for months. Yet he gets along well with other people, even when they have nothing in common! I have brought up our problems for discussion, but it usually ends with me crying in bed and him snoring away. I have to admit he makes an excellent son, brother and friend. His parents are his world. As a father, he provides well financially but, as a husband, he womanizes and shows no concern or affection for me.&lt;br /&gt;Although I asked for a divorce, he refused. He comes from a conservative and reputable family in the district. Should we divorce, his family will lose face. &lt;br /&gt;I have endured enough years of mental torture and ill treatment from this guy. In my early 50’s now, all I want is a peace of mind. Don’t you think I owe myself a better life by putting my foot down firmly this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Too tired to carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wrinkly tits&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;                            He’s making this painfully obvious to you, and you’re still fucking ignorant. He wants the sex life back! Why else would a man go womanizing unless the woman he already has is inadequate? Get that message through your thick skull. &lt;br /&gt;   You tried talking to him about the ‘problem’ in bed, but he doesn’t want to talk about it. No shit! That kinda crap already killed his erection and he went off to sleep. He’s pissed off that there isn’t mind blowing sex in the marriage anymore.&lt;br /&gt;   However, I have to break the news to you. You’re already 50 years old and I guess you’ve expired. How is a woman with saggy tits going to please a man in bed now? I’m sorry, I can’t help you out here. I can only wish and pray for your husband to find a woman who can be less stupid when it comes to his needs. However, if you really want to help him, go buy him a toy vagina and lots of porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Article 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never seem to get a girlfriend. I met a girl, G who is in the same school as me. She is nice, witty and beautiful. Sometimes we hang out during lunch and chat about school and life. I really like her. But I always know that I will get rejected. Because of that I could never ask her out. I don’t want to ruin our friendship. I’ve seen other guys in my school get girlfriends easily. But I know I am a little nerdy but doesn’t brains matter more than brawn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Desperate guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;masturbating freak&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;                                          Since when in the history of man did brains matter more? What do you think women want? Women, like all animals, want a mate who can provide and be good in bed. What are you going to do for her? Recite all 52 elements of the periodic table until she gets an orgasm?&lt;br /&gt;I recommend that you go and attend to more brawn. Work out, drink beer and make sleazy remarks. Then she’ll perceive you as ‘normal’. If you don’t, your life is just going to be about getting a wank whenever you figure out a math question. Please, you said it yourself, you have really good brains. Go and make use of it trying to make yourself a MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess these ppl’s problems are solved. Stay tuned for more fucked up shit from other morons with small penises and breast cancer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112886954255356178?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112886954255356178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112886954255356178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-fuck.html' title='What the fuck????'/><author><name>CHUN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074912244771707837</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112710374141643779</id><published>2005-09-19T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T12:22:21.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wtf?</title><content type='html'>Eveningdrama has not closed down, in fact, it's been moved to &lt;a href="http://xen0s.blogsome.com"&gt;http://xen0s.blogsome.com&lt;/a&gt; so yea go down and check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha no just kidding. Eveningdrama is fucked, so go read my blog which will be updated more frequently than. It's been a good run, too bad we couldn't even last a year :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112710374141643779?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112710374141643779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112710374141643779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/09/wtf.html' title='Wtf?'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112549660449914510</id><published>2005-08-31T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T21:56:44.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so this is strange</title><content type='html'>ahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it has come to this..&lt;br /&gt;..this site used to be warm (i can't use hot lol) and filled with posts..even at times 3 posts/day..and now we get 1 a week if we're fortunate..i guess stuff like this happens..when we're all to busy with our own shit to bother about some group shit :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'there's no point in screaming if nobody's gonna hear you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this group blog starts acting like a group blog, i'm not writing here..in the meantime there's always my own blog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112549660449914510?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112549660449914510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112549660449914510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-this-is-strange.html' title='so this is strange'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112451469637024862</id><published>2005-08-20T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T01:48:34.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In sickness and in health...</title><content type='html'>I've never believed there's any point whatsoever being upset when you're sick. I mean sure, it feels like crap, you ache everywhere, you feel like you've got glass in your throat, and everytime you cough you just want to rip your lungs out because it'd hurt less. But hey. Nothing's to be done about it. So just lie back, relax, and crawl your way along the road to recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, its a lot more fun when you keep yourself entertained so you have fun even if the flu's getting you down. Here are just two ways, which I myself enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Recover quickly. Just do all those things your mom and your grandma tells you, drink all those herbal whatnots, take your vitamin C, eat that porridge, drink lots of water, rest, and you'll get well pretty fast. BUT, what's more fun to do is to see how many people you can infect on the way back up. I'm not evil enough to intentionally cough or sneeze at people to spread the love, but I dont usually let mild sickness stop me from walking around uni and around the house. My best record so far was an infection rate of about 15. My housemate and I both train together with the Uni team for Taekwondo. He was laughing at me and telling me I should have kept my resistance up. Laughing until he caught my flu. Ha. He then proceeded to pass it to his gf, who also trains with us, and the three of us infected the entire Uni team. Needless to say, the head instructor was pretty upset we were all such a bunch of sissies, until he caught it as well. Nowadays, everytime someone catches the flu, you'll notice us waving garlic and crucifixes at them, and telling them to stay away. If you're laughing, wait till you catch the strain of flu we get down here, and when you're ripping your lungs out and coughing out buckets of thick, yellow phelgm, we'll be waving garlic and crosses at you while laughing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Demand that your significant other take care of you. I don't know about the rest of the people on this planet, but this is just plain fun. Or at least as fun as it gets when I'm sick, simply coz all other activities are suspended until I get better, both due to the fact that its hard to feel any sort of desire for anything other than my medication, and the fact that there is a horrible tendency for the two of us to start infecting each other for months on end with the same flu one of us started with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gf's very nice about it. She doesn't really complain much. But then again, she doesn't have to. She didn't get her nickname of the smiling stabber for nothing. She has promised to put a blunt pencil through my retina should I infect her as well. She comes over and keeps me company while reminding me once in a while to make sure I put her in my will just in case I don't make it. And she cooks me meals that seemed prepared to ensure I don't. But all in all, she's great to have around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why shouldn't YOU have fun while you're sick? Go out, get coughed all over, breathe in some of that thick Malaysian haze. At least you've got one less thing to worry about if you're having fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112451469637024862?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112451469637024862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112451469637024862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-sickness-and-in-health.html' title='In sickness and in health...'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873707177841414666</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112428408079584586</id><published>2005-08-17T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T21:08:00.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sickness and the mind</title><content type='html'>you know, before today, i always held the firm belief that sickness is all in your head..it's just a state of mind.. people are sick only cos they let themselves believe that they are sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the kind of guy who falls sick easily, and even if i do feel sick, i simply ignore it and go out and have fun anyway..hence me going to the doctor less than 5 times a year..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever people told me that they were too sick to go out, i always called bullshit, and said they just didn't want to go out :p&lt;br /&gt;i mean, come on- who is too sick to go do something they really wanted to do in the first place? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like the will to live- some people get told they have 5 weeks to live when diagnosed with some fatal disease and they go on living 25 years..to me, sickness was something like that- it was all in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today i finally gave in..my faith in my theory has crumbled to the ground :( &lt;br /&gt;when you have to go to the toilet more than 10 times in 2 days, something is wrong..and my mind can't explain the growth of ulcers in my mouth either..i can't just think them away..i tried concentrating hard, and they still stuck around..damn ulcers :p (no hx, your saltwater trick didn't work haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm stuck with a shitload of pills and some gel for my ulcers..i can't say that sickness is just a state of mind with a straight face anymore..haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112428408079584586?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112428408079584586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112428408079584586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/08/sickness-and-mind.html' title='the sickness and the mind'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112377284662395753</id><published>2005-08-11T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T23:07:26.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a friendly weather report</title><content type='html'>While everybody's hiding behind some masks and staying indoors, there's one thing you can look forward to in this miserable weather- genting like scenery, a foggy environment like a set right out of a LOTR movie, that's right folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's the time to go out and take photographs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, you could take a photograph almost anywhere and say that you took them on your last trip to Europe! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a public service announcement brought to you by Evening Drama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112377284662395753?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112377284662395753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112377284662395753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/08/friendly-weather-report.html' title='a friendly weather report'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112368002197802024</id><published>2005-08-10T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T21:20:21.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having whore fun!</title><content type='html'>- x e n 0 s ™ - [ I remember every word you said, come back in time, come back ] says:&lt;br /&gt;could have fooled me&lt;br /&gt;☆poIê* i can smell the hor fan. yum! dancing in your shoes just turns me boozy says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's hor fun&lt;br /&gt;- x e n 0 s ™ - [ I remember every word you said, come back in time, come back ] says:&lt;br /&gt;u sure it's not whore fun?&lt;br /&gt;☆poIê* i can smell the hor fan. yum! dancing in your shoes just turns me boozy says:&lt;br /&gt;i don think so..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112368002197802024?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112368002197802024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112368002197802024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/08/having-whore-fun.html' title='Having whore fun!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112351360928937452</id><published>2005-08-08T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T23:06:49.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of tv and high school shootings</title><content type='html'>i never thought it would come to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i read or heard about people blaming the decline of society on video games and movies i always dismissed those comments as nonsense..well, today i take that back.. its cos of kids like me, schools get shot up, and kids jump of buildings trying to fly.. no not really :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, i watched kungfu mahjong earlier and after the show, i had this urge to learn mahjong! (and that's what im doing now- reading an online guide, and i downloaded a mahjong game to play on the pc :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember after watching batman begins awhile ago, i wanted to go buy the batman game just to play as batman! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, but those movies just affected me like that! i have no idea why..it's like after watching something enjoyable, it makes you wanna go out and do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now when you think about it, it's not that far from the truth at all, people getting influenced by movies and games etc..now back to learning mahjong..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112351360928937452?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112351360928937452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112351360928937452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-tv-and-high-school-shootings.html' title='of tv and high school shootings'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112323705942012182</id><published>2005-08-05T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T18:18:01.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Global personality thingy...</title><content type='html'>might as well put mine in also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Extraversion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Stability&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;66%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Orderliness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;20%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Altruism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Interdependence&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Intellectual&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Mystical&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Artistic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Religious&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Hedonism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Materialism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Narcissism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Work ethic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Romantic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Avoidant&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Wealth&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Dependency&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Change averse&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Individuality&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Sexuality&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Physical security&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Histrionic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Paranoia&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Vanity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Female cliche&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112323705942012182?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112323705942012182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112323705942012182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/08/global-personality-thingy.html' title='Global personality thingy...'/><author><name>Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413954454668957542</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112312742516990156</id><published>2005-08-04T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T11:50:25.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV rocks</title><content type='html'>Is it me, or is MTV the greatest channel in the world?! They hook you with their uber hot VJ's lke Denise and Cindy, that make you want to watch gay pop videos, just so that you get to see them present it to you! It's like eating chocolate coated shit, you know it's bad, but you just want the chocolate man! Some cool shows they have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jackass: Thanks to this, Dumbass was spawned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Viva La Bam: Nothing like throwing your money away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pimp My Ride: Where it's COOL to be a ricer, but come to think of it..having someone install cool gear and respray my car and giving me new rims and tyres..gee, I can't really complain there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My Sweet 16: Rich spoilt brats, but it's nice watching what kind of nice things you can get with so much money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Burned: I think this is a new show, but it's like friends who have annoying friends and try to burn them, like film all their bad habits on TV and show it to them. Some of these guys are totally obnoxious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112312742516990156?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112312742516990156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112312742516990156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/08/mtv-rocks.html' title='MTV rocks'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112298342042702711</id><published>2005-08-02T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T19:50:20.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hydrocarbons and the gold</title><content type='html'>So petrol prices went up..again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, how many times is this gonna happen? I think just a few months ago, there was a 30sen hike, and just a couple of days ago, a 10sen hike..at this rate, we're gonna be paying like rm3/litre anytime soon..which is just fucking crazy! The government might as well ban poor people from buying cars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with all this bullshit anyway..the other time when they imposed the quotas on petrol stations for selling diesel, they created shortages all over the place, leading to a trucker rebellion which was covered by the newspaper awhile ago.. now with the petrol and diesel prices both going up, fuel isn't so affordable anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our family is gonna sell of one of our cars so that each of us can have a bicycle..no more petrol woes.. haha no i was kidding..but doesn't anyone have a problem with the prices?? the only good thing that's come out of this is that you don't have to wait so long to fill up your car for the same amount of money anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112298342042702711?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112298342042702711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112298342042702711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/08/hydrocarbons-and-gold.html' title='The hydrocarbons and the gold'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112297509522334446</id><published>2005-08-02T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T17:36:57.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always about me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(238, 238, 238) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black;" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black;" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Extraversion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Stability&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;66%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Orderliness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Altruism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Interdependence&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Intellectual&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Mystical&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Artistic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Religious&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Hedonism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Materialism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Narcissism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Work ethic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black;" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Romantic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Avoidant&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Wealth&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Dependency&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Change averse&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Individuality&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Sexuality&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Physical security&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Histrionic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Paranoia&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Vanity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Female cliche&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&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/8650652-112297509522334446?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112297509522334446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112297509522334446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-always-about-me.html' title='It&apos;s always about me.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04511843940023943468</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112294956430420518</id><published>2005-08-02T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T10:26:17.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second</title><content type='html'>Well, here's my fucked up shit: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Extraversion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Stability&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;73%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Orderliness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Altruism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Interdependence&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Intellectual&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Mystical&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Artistic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Religious&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Hedonism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Materialism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Narcissism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Work ethic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Romantic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Avoidant&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Wealth&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Dependency&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Change averse&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Individuality&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Sexuality&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Physical security&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;64%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Histrionic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Paranoia&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Vanity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Female cliche&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112294956430420518?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112294956430420518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112294956430420518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/08/second_02.html' title='Second'/><author><name>CHUN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074912244771707837</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112278642144317612</id><published>2005-07-31T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T13:07:01.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trivia?</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd let the good folks at eveningdrama and those who read eveningdrama get to know me a little, so ta-da, enjoy! Btw eveningdrama members are encouraged to take part in this quiz..for fun :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(238, 238, 238) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black;" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black;" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Extraversion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;40%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Stability&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Orderliness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;40%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Altruism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Interdependence&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Intellectual&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Mystical&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Artistic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Religious&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Hedonism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Materialism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Narcissism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Work ethic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black;" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Romantic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Avoidant&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Wealth&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Dependency&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Change averse&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Individuality&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Sexuality&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Physical security&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Histrionic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Paranoia&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Vanity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Female cliche&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&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/8650652-112278642144317612?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112278642144317612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112278642144317612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/07/trivia.html' title='Trivia?'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112237531926919203</id><published>2005-07-26T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T18:55:19.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ass service</title><content type='html'>no, nothing to do with the ass..except for the customer service workers here who seem to display the intelligence of an ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this would probably be a follow up to a post i had on Astro customer service awhile ago..i can't be bothered to dig up for the link to it, go search the archives if you're interested :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had some problems with my handphone service so i called up maxis for help..first thing i noted was that they charged us for our phone calls for help! which annoyed me..&lt;br /&gt;when i first called, the language menu comes up, making wait so i know which number to press for english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then another menu came, which took significantly longer than the first one, with the option i wanted to select being the last..i probably wasted about 2 minutes getting through to customer service..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one dude answers, i forgot his name, and i told him my problem..he got some details and he told me to hold..and so i wait, knowing that the call was being charged, getting annoyed at the music through the phone..about 3 minutes later, the phone just gets cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like 'fuck! what the hell was that??'&lt;br /&gt;that pissed me off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i gave them a call again, this time since i knew what to press already, i got through much quicker..this time a lady answered and i told her that i just got cut off while holding on for one of her colleagues and that i wanted to speak to him, but she just ignores me and asks me what my problem is..i go through my problem again, and then she tells me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'sorry, our system is down at the moment, and i can't do anything for you, could you please call back in 2 hours?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn was i pissed! i felt like screaming 'COULDN'T YOU HAVE TOLD ME THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE?' hell, first she refused to give the phone to the guy who hung up on me, secondly, she wastes even more of my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end i wasted quite alot of time and probably quite an amount of cash as well, and what did i get in the end? NOTHING. hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hell with maxis customer service! RARRRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112237531926919203?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112237531926919203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112237531926919203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/07/ass-service.html' title='Ass service'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112225698958289077</id><published>2005-07-25T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T10:03:33.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New poll!</title><content type='html'>You assholes don't know how to vote for the right choice, so I've changed the poll to something where you go wrong, BOTH TIMES!! Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112225698958289077?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112225698958289077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112225698958289077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-poll.html' title='New poll!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112221179513277884</id><published>2005-07-24T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:29:55.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever works</title><content type='html'>so anyways, following the recent wake of controversial posts on evening drama, i decided to make some light humor of them.. seriously kids, there's no point in flaming us for what we write, nobody holds any responsibilty for what they don't write, (and in some cases what they do write :P), we're just trying to make people laugh! this blog was meant for us to entertain people with our posts, and once in awhile drop some educational messages or reviews on stuff, but mostly it's all just humor. If we were really serious about such things, we wouldn't be writing 'this is a joke' under our posts, or even post in a blog meant for humorous purposes in the first place.. alot of you kids need to lighten up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well enough of that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier i was having a talk with seng yip, and the topic of the sarong party girl came up..in case you didn't know, she's pretty infamous at the moment- a blogger from singapore who posted nudies of herself (though i never got the chance to see them- they were gone when i finally got the chance to access her site! haha..) and caused alot of controversy..she made the newspapers even here in malaysia! so it was a pretty big deal here..and so our conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey! why don't you post nude pictures of yourself on your blog? you can be xen0s, the nude blogger!" i said.&lt;br /&gt;"no! i don't want people to see me naked!" he replied.&lt;br /&gt;"you'd be making the headlines in the newspapers man! the first ever malaysian nude blogger! you'd be famous!"&lt;br /&gt;Laughter follows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i said "why don't we post nude pics of evening drama instead?" &lt;br /&gt;more laughter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we can remove the faces, and just show the bottom half!" i said. "you'd be able to recognize ferhan instantly!..and TJ too!" &lt;br /&gt;even more laughter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"people will recognize me too! my legs are so hairy!" said seng yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh yah, i think we're all pretty much recognizable.."&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kind of intelligent conversation we have :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112221179513277884?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112221179513277884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112221179513277884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/07/whatever-works.html' title='whatever works'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112187657404497326</id><published>2005-07-21T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T00:22:54.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of nano micro mili seconds..</title><content type='html'>Ever what happens between 11:59pm and 12am? I mean, the nanosecond it takes to switch to 12am. What actually happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the xen0s hypothesis (note it's only a hypothesis cause it's not been proven yet). I believe that time actually stops at that particular nanosecond, and the universe inserts the template for the day after. It happens to fast (cause the universe is just that cool) that we don't notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this, December 31st 11:59pm, just before New Year. Just as it ticks into that final nanosecond, the world stops, time just stops. The universe with its..universal power (?) inserts the template for Jan 1st 0:00 and the world carries on. This implies that our lives are already pre-programmed, and that when we fight fate, it's actually fate that we're fighting fate (if you believe in fate that is..maybe you prefer destiny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been asked can we stop the template shift? I suppose if we're damn fast, we could stop that nanosecond from crossing over. However, where does that leave us? It leaves us hanging at 11:59pm forever and we'll be stuck doing what we were doing at 11:59pm forever. Imagine a toy robot, walking into a wall, but since he isn't programmed to do anything else, it'll continue walking into that wall forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypothetically speaking, we could kill ourselves, so if you do plan to eventually stop that nanosecond from occuring, you might want to do something that won't kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Of course I'm only joking, but it does sound plausible doesn't it :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112187657404497326?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112187657404497326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112187657404497326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/07/of-nano-micro-mili-seconds.html' title='Of nano micro mili seconds..'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112178026569985999</id><published>2005-07-19T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:47:27.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what?</title><content type='html'>Guess what? The tagboard/chatbox is back for everyone's..chatting purposes! Fill it up with your opinions that we don't really give a shit about, and your thoughts that we actually look down on! All of this for free, so start posting today! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112178026569985999?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112178026569985999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112178026569985999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/07/guess-what.html' title='Guess what?'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112161480058742673</id><published>2005-07-17T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T23:40:00.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of the year!</title><content type='html'>Yup, it's that time of the year! If you notice eveningdrama now has a poll of our very own, which will be updated time to time with inane and obnoxious questions for you to consider, so poll away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112161480058742673?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112161480058742673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112161480058742673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s that time of the year!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112160843197425240</id><published>2005-07-17T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T23:38:45.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/geowongyt/gf.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes in case you didn't realise, this is a joke :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112160843197425240?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112160843197425240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112160843197425240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-campaign.html' title='It&apos;s a campaign'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112109330691199194</id><published>2005-07-11T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T22:58:44.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heresy is in order!</title><content type='html'>No thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.cswoosh.com/"&gt;Christin&lt;/a&gt; and her plug to the &lt;a href="http://www.churchsigngenerator.com/"&gt;Church Sign Generator&lt;/a&gt; (they were just begging to be made!), I have managed to create some rather heretical and possibly controversial (?) Christian Signs. You can blame my intense dislike for organized religion for this rather heretical post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However if you do keep an open mind, and know that I respect whatever religion you choose, it's just that this is too funny to pass up on, you'll realize that I'm just fooling around and that these signs are just for laughs, and if you don't find them funny you really need to grow a sense of humor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/geowongyt/churchsign6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/geowongyt/churchsign5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/geowongyt/churchsign3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/geowongyt/churchsign.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my fave (shameless plugging):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/geowongyt/churchsign2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I am no means anti-Christian, just that they so happened to have a Chruch sign generator thingy..I swear if they had some kind of..Journey to the East scripture generator I'd be all over it, like bees to honey. Or like me to Church Sign Generators..HAHAHAHAH! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112109330691199194?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112109330691199194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112109330691199194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/07/heresy-is-in-order.html' title='Heresy is in order!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112100801342602728</id><published>2005-07-10T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T23:08:09.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The yester-years..</title><content type='html'>I was listening to some old songs today, and I mean old as in, during the mid-late 90's, when I was still in primary/high school. Anyway, I thought to myself, "Hey, these songs are pretty good," and it's such a nice feeling to be listening to these songs because it just brings back memories. Here is a list I compiled of old songs that you might want to revisit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savage Garden - To The Moon and Back/I Want You/The Animal Song&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson - Billie Jean&lt;br /&gt;N Sync - Tearing Up My Heart&lt;br /&gt;Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit&lt;br /&gt;Mr Big - Be There For You&lt;br /&gt;Seal - Kiss From A Rose&lt;br /&gt;Goo Goo Dolls - Iris&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera - Genie In a Bottle&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Williams - Color of the Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so some of these songs are pop..very pop, like N Sync and Christina, but hey, I was young back then, say..14 years old? They bring back some rather fond memories so yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a flashback brought to you by Evening Drama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112100801342602728?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112100801342602728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112100801342602728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/07/yester-years.html' title='The yester-years..'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112080718793650677</id><published>2005-07-08T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T15:19:48.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introspection of the world</title><content type='html'>That incident in London really is disturbing.  To do something like that of that degree is the worst.  Understood that many groups might not be happy with the decisions made by representatives of the US and the UK respectively.  Agreed that past decisions might not have been the right thing to do, but is that any excuse to involve numbers of innocent people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Just what would the terrorists get out of this?  To have that many deaths on their hands and souls.  What glory and honour would this give them?  It made me sick just to watch CNN as they showed what happened in London.  It is disgusting to see something like that happen.  Its even more disgusting to see terrorist groups take responsibility for it.  They want the world to know that THEY did it.  THEY can do anything they want.  THEY cannot be stopped.  What is the whole point of that?  Religion?  That just turns my stomach even more.  In the name of this 'Jihad' or whatever it is called, it is acceptable to indiscriminately destroy so many innocent lives.  Correct me if I am wrong, but do not most religion embrace life?  Is life not a sacred thing to keep?  Then why do they still do this in the name of religion?  So what if some the victims might be of the same religion?  They died for a worthy cause and it is a honour?  That is just bullshit.  There is no such thing a honorable death.  No matter where, when or how it might be.  There is nothing good and most certainly no honour in dying.  We die and that is it.  IMHO, the honourable thing would be how you live your life.  Not just throw life senselessly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Humans are so hypocritical.  Blair mentions that it is barbaric that such a thing would happen while others are trying to save lives and what not.  Did he think what they did in the Middle East not as barbaric?  Was it barbaric when both US and UK suddenly struck out at the Middle East on the pretense of WoMD being manufectured there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My prediction:  Eventually us humans will kill each other off as we turn upon each other&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112080718793650677?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112080718793650677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112080718793650677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/07/introspection-of-world.html' title='Introspection of the world'/><author><name>Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413954454668957542</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112075691591997913</id><published>2005-07-08T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T01:21:55.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of hair and bombs</title><content type='html'>So I shaved off my beard (or stubble if you wanna call it! insult me assholes!) yesterday night..this morning when I woke up, it was visible again! I was like, fuck! that was pretty fast! so this evening, I shaved again! and just now (around 12.30am) I checked the mirror, tiny hairs were visible! So now I have concluded, my hair grows at abnormal rates :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another hand, concerning the bombings at London, I have come up with my own theory about who did them! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say it was the French! I mean come on, isn't it too much of a coincidence? I don't even know why CNN didn't pick up this clue! the bombings occured like right after London got voted as the host for the 2012 Olympic games! beating Paris by a few votes, the French must have gotten really pissed over it since they spent so much money and time developing their city to host the Olympics and they get beaten in the end.. the bombings must have been arranged by the French to disrupt the London transportation system and to show how weak their security was.. one dude interviewed even said something like: 'it's not very hard to pull off an attack'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But George, didn't the Al-Queada (however u spell it :P) admit to the bombings? didn't it ever occur that the French could have paid them to pull off such a stunt? i mean, let the terrorists take all the blame, nobody would even look in their direction! Hah! i figured them out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112075691591997913?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112075691591997913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112075691591997913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/07/of-hair-and-bombs_08.html' title='Of hair and bombs'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112056899602746225</id><published>2005-07-05T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:11:52.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Game Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hello everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Its been a long time since i posted up something. Usually I would try to at least sound intellectual but now I'm not going to bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;INTRODUCING! *drum roll here please*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;GuildWars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The latest in MMORPG!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Its Good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Its New!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Its Fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;ITS THE BEST! *not*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose a range of characters to form your own adventurer. 108 skills to learn, it is Your choice to determine the strengths and weaknesses of your character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have 2 professions: Your primary and your secondary. You can be a Ranger/Elementalist...or you can be a Necromancer/Warrior....its all your choice. With the variety of skills you have, you are constantly growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats more, unlike most MMORPGs, where most of your leveling comes from wandering aimlessly and bashing or frying little baddies constantly, a lot of your growth comes from the quests you do! You always have an abundance of quests to complete. Ranging from finding a little girl's flute to defeating a horde of Charr Invaders, you bound not to get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In anycase....GuildWars....while it may not seem as big as World of Warcraft nor as rich in development it most certainly have one thing that World of Warcraft can ever hope to beat. It has no monthly fee. HAHA!! TAKE THAT YOU WoWer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every month you blow some money away just so you can interact with others and do weird things there while in GuildWars....we do it for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GuildWars even beat RO (Ragnarok Online)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I tried playing RO a long time ago, and it really really sucked. Limited to the class you are, there is not much you might do. At the end, big waste of time AND money ( you still have to pay at least once a month)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yeah...RO might be cute, but GuildWars is Hot! As in the HaWT! Espeicially the female models. For those perverted guys out there, GuildWars give the option of stripping down your avatar's clothes down to the underwear. (Altho whoever gets off from that are admittedly really sad and are in desperate need of getting laid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Having said all that, GuildWars have not actually hooked me and I have not been playing it continuously like some hard-core gamer...GuildWars is a good MMORPG if you are looking for good online games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;SO what are you waiting for...GuildWars Need YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112056899602746225?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112056899602746225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112056899602746225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-game-review.html' title='New Game Review'/><author><name>Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413954454668957542</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112038490521172980</id><published>2005-07-03T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T18:01:45.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN trick</title><content type='html'>For those with the new MSN 7, the one with the nudges and winks, here's a trick if you didn't already know. Nudges are annoying as hell, so a good way to annoy your friends, is to continuously nudge them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But xen0s, isn't there some kind of delay in between the nudges you send?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But xen0s won't the nudges affect &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;as well?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-HAH! That's the trick! Put yourself on busy mode, and then nudge away, as many times as you like. You won't experience the nudges yourself, besides the message that you have sent a nudge. It's because you're on busy mode that nudges sounds and animations are disabled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, it only works on people whose status isn't on busy, and those who have the new MSN 7. Now fuck off and go annoy some of your friends already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a MSN 7 trick brought to you by Evening Drama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112038490521172980?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112038490521172980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112038490521172980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/07/msn-trick.html' title='MSN trick'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112024216974520235</id><published>2005-07-02T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T02:27:07.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chun's guide to: Driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lesson #1: Know the types of people on the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think that driving is as simple as putting you keys into the ignition and getting off. But be aware, it's more complicated than that. You just have to be aware of the people who drive in Malaysia that have the singular divine purpose to make the road ahead of you more congested then the coronary arteries of an obese woman in menopause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Ah Bengs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/levelord/f4a8dac4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Range of awareness:&lt;/span&gt; Miles away. They are scanning the horizon for rival Ah Bengs, potential dating material, and anybody who has a louder stereo system than theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chances of encounter:&lt;/span&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Average speed:&lt;/span&gt; above speed limit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Driving style:&lt;/span&gt; agressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Description:&lt;/span&gt; One way of detecting if an Ah Beng is nearby is to stick your head out your window and listen for the sound of a faint thumping noise. This is sure to confirm that an Ah Beng is within a 15 mile radius of your vehicle. Ah Bengs are also well known to defy the laws of physics and common sense by purchasing items which counteract the standard vehicle cost structure. Here is such an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal cost structure: &lt;br /&gt;1) The car itself&lt;br /&gt;2) Safety features&lt;br /&gt;3) Anti-theft systems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng cost structure:&lt;br /&gt;1) Stereo system&lt;br /&gt;2) Tires&lt;br /&gt;3) Spoilers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual cost of their cars cost around the price of somewhere between the average air refreshener and a Milo tin. Therefore, you may see many Ah Bengs driving cars with doors that belong to a completely different car,like stolen and impounded Hondas for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The average taxi driver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/levelord/service-budget.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Range of awareness:&lt;/span&gt; Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chances of encounter:&lt;/span&gt; Very high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Average speed:&lt;/span&gt; above speed limit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Driving style:&lt;/span&gt; Very aggressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Description:&lt;/span&gt; Due to a genetic defect in all taxi drivers, they have somehow developed a condition where they have extreme short-sightedness. This therefore causes them to trail your car at about 1/2th of an inch distance from your rear bumper because any further than that, they would not be able to differentiate the shape of your car clearly. Some taxi drivers will also have an added complication where they are completely colour-blind. Therefore they assume that any of the lights shining from a traffic light ultimately means 'go'. Taxi drivers are also aware that the yellow signalling lights on their cars are purely for cosmetic purposes and that if any of their own kind were to catch them using it, they would be mocked and made fun of being 'gay'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car with a couple making out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/levelord/DSC04296.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Range of awareness:&lt;/span&gt; limited to inside the vehicle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chances of encounter:&lt;/span&gt; relatively low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Average speed:&lt;/span&gt; Dangerously low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Driving style:&lt;/span&gt; erratic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Description:&lt;/span&gt; The making out couple will be most likey be driving a Kancil or a Kelisa. You, as the average driver will encounter them the most at traffic lights where the traffic has stopped ant they had decided to have some 'fun'. Unfortunately, most of these couples have been tricked by the motor engineers that they had installed tinted windows and instead just smeared shoe polish over the glass. Therefore they will unwittingly distract other drivers with a free show and result in a traffic jam spanning the entire length of the Summit shopping center because everyone has just missed 3 consecutive green lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The scooter dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/levelord/GUY-SCOOTER.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Range of awareness:&lt;/span&gt; zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chances of encounter:&lt;/span&gt; Very high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Average speed:&lt;/span&gt; generally low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Driving style:&lt;/span&gt; nonexistent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Description:&lt;/span&gt; The average scooter dude's line of sight is limited by their large helmets to a point where they have chronic tunnel vision. They are not aware that the road is inhabited by cars or by other motorists and are preoccupied with the thought that they might be alone in the world. The chronic tunnel vision may progress to a severe state where the motorcyclist becomes unaware of the special motorcycle lanes in the highway and will speed along the wide roads in an attempt to chase Marty McFly and Doc Brown 'Back to the Future'. Scooter guys who deliver pizzas from Pizza hut, Shakey's or Domino's are exempted from the tunnel vision syndrome because the pizzas they carry emit protective enzymes that help protect their damaged corneas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this concludes the first part of the driving lesson. Stay tuned for more lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112024216974520235?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112024216974520235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112024216974520235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/07/chuns-guide-to-driving.html' title='Chun&apos;s guide to: Driving'/><author><name>CHUN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074912244771707837</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-112019155235732294</id><published>2005-07-01T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T12:19:12.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster idiots revisited</title><content type='html'>Today I will rant a bit about idiot Friendster bulletins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Message: You've opened it!!!! Good Luck! Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at midnightyour true love will realize they love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something good will happen to you at 1:00-4:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tommorow, it could be anywere. Get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ready for the biggest shock in your life. If you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;break this chain you will be cursed with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relationship problems for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next 10 years. Post this within 15 minutes.dun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ask!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, my true love could be anywhere in the world, and the message is assuming that my true love will love me and thus a fairy tale ending. People seem to forget that Malaysia isn't the only country in the world, and that your significant other/soul-mate could be anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second message I saw was this (rather long, and amusing):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Dear Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kindly take a couple of minutes to go throught this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mail. If useful may advise others also. Please pass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this on to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This happened in Paris recently and may happen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;elsewhere also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A few weeks ago, in a movie theatre, a person felt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something poking from her seat. When she got up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to see what it was, she found a needle sticking out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of the seat with a note attached saying "You have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just been infected by HIV (AIDS)".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Disease Control Centre (in Paris) reports &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many similar events in many other cities recently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All tested needles were HIV (AIDS) Positive. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Centre also reports that needles have been found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in cash dispensers at public banking machines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We ask everyone to use extreme caution when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faced with this kind of situation. All public &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chairs/seats should be inspected with vigilance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and caution before use. A careful visual inspection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should be enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In addition, they ask that each of you pass this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;message along to all members of your family and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your friends of the potential danger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recently, one doctor has narrated a somewhat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;similar instance that happened to one of his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;patients at the Priya Cinema in Delhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A young girl, engaged and about to be married in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;couple of months, was pricked while the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was going on. The tag with the needle had the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;message "Welcome to the World of HIV family". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though the doctors told her family that it takes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about 6 months before the virus grows strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enough to start damaging the system and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;healthy victim could survive about 5-6 years, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl died in 4 months, perhaps more because of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the "Shock thought".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We all have to be careful at public places, rest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God help! Just think about saving a life by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forwarding this message. Please, take a few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seconds of your time to pass along. With Regards, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S. Dinesh Gopinath I.A.S Director of Medical &amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Research Div,Chennai Rather than forwarding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;irrelevant mails, kindly pass this to every one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's just retarded. If it's been happening so often, you'd think it would be appearing in the news or the newspapers, using the media to pass the information around, not some obscure free friend-finder thingy like Friendster. Maybe next time we should all start electing our Prime Ministers through Friendster too, and make life changing decisions on Friendster too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-112019155235732294?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112019155235732294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/112019155235732294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/07/friendster-idiots-revisited.html' title='Friendster idiots revisited'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111999047167980375</id><published>2005-06-29T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T04:27:51.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the aliens die in this one</title><content type='html'>so, me, tj, alvin, andre and ken jae managed to catch War of the worlds before any of you fools out there haha&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry, we're here to help you decide or not whether this movie will be worth catching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;war of the worlds review, don't worry, no spoilers, read on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tom cruise dies&lt;br /&gt;-his son makes it to boston&lt;br /&gt;-his ex-wife is safe&lt;br /&gt;-he blows up a mothership with some grenades&lt;br /&gt;-the aliens die because they can't adapt to earth's environment&lt;br /&gt;-his daughter doesn't die&lt;br /&gt;-tom cruise doesn't die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome movie if not for the end, i'd give it a 7/10&lt;br /&gt;(it would be a 9/10 if you leave the movie 100 minutes into it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been a movie review brought to you by evening drama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111999047167980375?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111999047167980375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111999047167980375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/06/aliens-die-in-this-one.html' title='the aliens die in this one'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111978437449368672</id><published>2005-06-26T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T19:14:44.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the shit..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="boxcontent"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li value="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/websearch.php?statpos=teaser&amp;loc=sb_home&amp;amp;search=sidebar&amp;etp=psen&amp;amp;w=bikinis&amp;rk=1&amp;amp;filter=network"&gt;bikinis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li value="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/websearch.php?statpos=teaser&amp;loc=sb_home&amp;amp;search=sidebar&amp;etp=psen&amp;amp;amp;w=polyphonic%20ringtone&amp;rk=2&amp;amp;filter=network"&gt;polyphonic ringtone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li value="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/websearch.php?statpos=teaser&amp;loc=sb_home&amp;amp;search=sidebar&amp;etp=psen&amp;amp;w=louis%20vuitton%20bags&amp;rk=3&amp;amp;filter=network"&gt;louis vuitton bags&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li value="4"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/websearch.php?statpos=teaser&amp;loc=sb_home&amp;amp;search=sidebar&amp;etp=psen&amp;amp;w=latest%20nokia%20mobile%20phones&amp;rk=4&amp;amp;filter=network"&gt;latest nokia mobile phones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li value="5"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/websearch.php?statpos=teaser&amp;loc=sb_home&amp;amp;search=sidebar&amp;etp=psen&amp;amp;w=samsung%20E630&amp;rk=5&amp;amp;filter=network"&gt;samsung E630&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" value="6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/websearch.php?statpos=teaser&amp;loc=sb_home&amp;amp;search=sidebar&amp;etp=psen&amp;amp;w=free%20witchcraft%20love%20spells&amp;rk=6&amp;amp;filter=network"&gt;free witchcraft love spells&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li value="7"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/websearch.php?statpos=teaser&amp;loc=sb_home&amp;amp;search=sidebar&amp;etp=psen&amp;amp;w=newest%20cellphones&amp;rk=7&amp;amp;filter=network"&gt;newest cellphones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li value="8"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/websearch.php?statpos=teaser&amp;loc=sb_home&amp;amp;search=sidebar&amp;etp=psen&amp;amp;amp;w=prada%20MV515&amp;rk=8&amp;amp;filter=network"&gt;prada MV515&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li value="9"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/websearch.php?statpos=teaser&amp;loc=sb_home&amp;amp;search=sidebar&amp;etp=psen&amp;amp;amp;w=body%20art&amp;rk=9&amp;amp;filter=network"&gt;body art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li value="10"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/websearch.php?statpos=teaser&amp;loc=sb_home&amp;amp;search=sidebar&amp;etp=psen&amp;amp;amp;w=apple%20ipod&amp;rk=10&amp;amp;filter=network"&gt;apple ipod&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;You people are freaks! How big a loser are you that you need to go and search for something so obscure and ridiculous like THAT?! There's a difference between people searching for porn cause that's what people do, but I draw the line at searching for love spells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111978437449368672?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111978437449368672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111978437449368672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-shit.html' title='What the shit..'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111968650371453968</id><published>2005-06-25T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T19:55:18.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gods are humans who do things other humans can't do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As you all know that I am a huge fan of intial d :P and so when i heard the movie was coming out i was basically shitting in my pants..haha..So yesterday I watched initial D with seng yip, and here's a review! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Firstly, we had obatained the tickets using my super trick (previous post :P) and we got really great seats (or so we thought!) we got LAST row seats for some hot movie, and we stood in line for about 30 minutes! how cool is that? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;well anyways, the last row seats were bullshit :p they were level with the 2nd-last row seats, which meant that heads blocked our views! so well I decided what the heck, and I sat on the aisle intead and watched the movie from there :P it was pretty comfortable and most importantly there were no heads to block my view haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so on to the movie-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;from the starting scene where Bunta falls down the stairs, and Itsuki gives his speech about gods, you know you're in for a comedy! seriously, this movie was hilarious! one of my favorite comedic scenes has to be when Itsuki wants to race again with his dad's car, and the camera zooms out- funny shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the movie revolves around Takumi, a really good driver who has been driving up and down mountain passes for five years delivering tofu for his dad. One day he 'accidentally' beats a street racer and that marks his beginning into the world of street racing (or should i say mountain pass racing?).. shit, i suck at writing summaries..go google for it online :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;one thing about the movie is that alot of things have been changed from the anime/manga in this big screen adaptation, and people will either like it or hate it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;people new to the movie wouldn't mind and would probably like this movie alot as it is very entertaining throughout, but hardcore fans expecting an exact transalation to the screen will be disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so why they didn't follow the original story was probably due to time constraints- they possibly couldn't fit all the characters and races into one sitting- the movie compressed 3 stages of the anime (thats about 16 hours?) into one 2 hour film..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;most probably there won't be a sequel, because of the cut up story line :p unless they create a totally new story from then on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;problems i with the movie: the racing sequences weren't as exciting and fleshed out as the ones in the anime (most probably due to time again) and there was very little mention about the 'techniques' used, which was basically what the racing in the anime was all about.. the racing was fast paced and exciting, but it just didn't capture the same spirit as the anime. For people new to the movie, i don't know if its a problem, but yeah that was a let down for me. other minor quirks were the fact that the emperor team was dressed up in ridiculous get up! leather jackets with metal spikes? flashing LEDs all over their trucks? come on, they were gangster-like, but they didn't have to turn out looking like circus freaks :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but overall it was a good movie, the plot moved on interestingly enough (though i feel there might be some stuff that people new to the movie might not understand) and there is alot of action and humor to keep it running along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;fans of jay chou will definitely be flocking to watch this film, since its his acting debut after all, imho not a bad start for a movie career (how often does one get to burst into the scene with the lead role of a popular character? exactly!) the lead girl, natsuki, is also one hot girl :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'd give the movie 8/10, definitely a movie i will watch again..for fans of street racing, cars, jay (or any of the hk actors) and anyone looking for an enjoyable movie to watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and if you enjoyed it, you'd have to check out the anime for a much better grasp of the whole series :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This has been a movie review brought to you by Evening Drama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111968650371453968?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111968650371453968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111968650371453968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/06/gods-are-humans-who-do-things-other.html' title='gods are humans who do things other humans can&apos;t do!'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111968469252886936</id><published>2005-06-25T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T15:31:33.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The genius strikes again!</title><content type='html'>Remember awhile ago I taught you guys the trick to book movie tickets online? well, I've got some new tricks to share for use at cinemas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know whenever there's huge movies, they separate the lines for buying tickets? E.g. counters 1-4 other movies, counters 5-6 kung fu hustle (or more recently, intial d only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cinema people think that by doing this they can make the lines flow faster, and people who don't want to watch the hot movie don't have to stand in super long lines..and well guess what? it works! you always see the hot movie lines extending all the way to other shops and the 'other movie' lines really short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well guess what- YOU DON'T NEED TO LINE UP IN THE 'HOT MOVIE' LINE to buy tickets for the hot movie! yes folks! this is true! I've done it twice already, and most recently was yesterday for Initial D! hell we even got last row seats! (more on that later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just line up in the normal line and purchase your tickets normally..the cashier isn't going look at you weird or ask you to move to the back of the line for cheating, cos it isn't cheating :p damn i'm awesome, and now you guys can be awesome too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great cinema tip from Evening Drama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111968469252886936?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111968469252886936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111968469252886936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/06/genius-strikes-again.html' title='The genius strikes again!'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111952847011881349</id><published>2005-06-23T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T20:07:50.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema assholes</title><content type='html'>Today I was in the cinema watching Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Smith (nice show by the way) and like halfway through the show, this guy's phone rings. It's not so bad because sometimes people will quickly reach for it and shut it off, but this guy let it ring for a long time, then he decides to answer. Not only that, he starts talking really loudly, for quite a while too! I heard some people telling him to keep it down, but he carries on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it, before every show, they will play that Nokia advert telling you to turn off your mobiles, or put it on silent at least, but for some strange reason, that simple task manages to elude people! It's like "Hey check it out, a cartoon! Haha!" I mean geez, even if there wasn't an advertisment to tell you to turn it off, it's common sense and common courtesy. I'm pretty sure if the situation where they were watching a movie and someone's phone started ringing and they started to talk loudly, they'd be pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple things like these that the people in our country can't even follow. No wonder this country is going down the drain. Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111952847011881349?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111952847011881349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111952847011881349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/06/cinema-assholes.html' title='Cinema assholes'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111927811387723153</id><published>2005-06-20T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T22:35:13.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mat rock posers</title><content type='html'>Yesterday &lt;a href="http://dtsband.blogspot.com"&gt;dreamingtosleep&lt;/a&gt; had our 2nd gig at One Utama in celebration of the Fete De La Musique. Anyway, before our turn, there was this metal band, fuck knows what their name was, but they were supposed to play Iron Maiden and Children of Bodom songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being an ex-avid metalhead, thought this would be quite an interesting display, considering Children of Bodom's music is rather..ok very thrashy, with noisy guitars and drums and screaming and growling. Anyway, if you've lived in Malaysia, you probably can second guess me as to how these guys look like. They were like your typical malay metalheads (no racism intended), with the metal bands t-shirts, long hair, and an attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing they did when they came up was to introduce themselves, and they said something along these lines: "We're not like the other bands before us, we're metal band, so fuck you." and BAM! I lost what little respect I had for them in the first place. I don't get these people, so you're a metal band, so what?! No one gives a flying shit, firstly cause you guys are posers, and secondly you sucked. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to suck take it somewhere else. People came here with their children for a music festival, not for you to come and scream obscenities. Retards. It's like they're such a bunch of closeminded idiots. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're metal band, so fuck you.&lt;/span&gt; So I'm like a emo band, go fuck yourself too then. Even if they were a metal band they didn't need to go and diss other bands or other types of music. It wasn't like their music was great to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway they kicked off the song, and then they started to scream and growl, when the song was supposed to have singing. Their own rendition? Sure, but they sucked at it. At least try and sound good man, geez. Well they got kicked off after one song, so serves them right for sucking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111927811387723153?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111927811387723153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111927811387723153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/06/mat-rock-posers.html' title='Mat rock posers'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111867937616347707</id><published>2005-06-13T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T00:16:16.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid aliens on radio</title><content type='html'>the other day there was this advert on radio about recycling, and they used this voice of an alien who sounded like he was dying and he was saying shit like&lt;br /&gt;"Earthlings, I am from another galaxy far away..for thousands of years, Earthlings have been using Earth's resources and burning them etc.." and he keeps repeating shit about pollution and saying 'Earthlings' every 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I was thinking, wtf? Why the hell do aliens give a shit about our plant anyway? From what I learnt from tv, movies, novels, and comic books, all they wanna do is destroy earth, abduct cows, rape babies, and make crop circles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since when did aliens become tree-hugging pricks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111867937616347707?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111867937616347707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111867937616347707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/06/stupid-aliens-on-radio.html' title='stupid aliens on radio'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111858057047467730</id><published>2005-06-12T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T20:49:30.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday!</title><content type='html'>Evening Drama would like to wish &lt;a href="http://www.cswoosh.com"&gt;Christin&lt;/a&gt; a very happy birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111858057047467730?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111858057047467730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111858057047467730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111847160743699328</id><published>2005-06-11T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T14:33:27.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of all the things..</title><content type='html'>I was recently informed of a current debate going on about our national anthem, and I'm not sure if it's true or not, but it's been said that our national anthem will be played a lot, like during movies and we have to stand up and sing to it (or listen) and apparently you get thrown into jail and taken to court if you don't! Of all the things in the world..forced patriotism is not patriotism!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111847160743699328?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111847160743699328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111847160743699328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/06/of-all-things.html' title='Of all the things..'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111828094449534209</id><published>2005-06-09T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:35:44.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow up on Japanese 101</title><content type='html'>In my comment i said that those phrases Ferhan gave would get the guy slapped by the japanese girls....but thats not actually the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out just how perverted and twisted the Japanese are.....&lt;br /&gt;go to this website :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.outpostnine.com/editorials"&gt;Outpost Nine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This involves the adventures and misadventures of Azrael, an African American who teaches English in Tokyo.  Here you read about his encounters with skanks and men with lolicon fetishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll have your eyebrows twitching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111828094449534209?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111828094449534209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111828094449534209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/06/follow-up-on-japanese-101.html' title='Follow up on Japanese 101'/><author><name>Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413954454668957542</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111826570838238505</id><published>2005-06-09T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T05:21:48.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese 101</title><content type='html'>Hey kids!&lt;br /&gt;It's me FerMan and I'm here today to teach you some basic Japanese phrases. The following examples are some of the more popular phrases Japanese speaking people use in everyday life. Learning and memorising these phrases will help you in more ways than one. Now let's get started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;To help further understand the meaning of a phrase and how to apply it in a real-life situation, here are some common everyday scenarios one would encounter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Scenario 1:&lt;br /&gt;You come back home early from a work only to find your wife in bed with another man. Enraged with anger you pick up a nearby pair of scissors with the intention to kill him. As you threaten to kill him you realise that he is infact a Japanese tourist and doesn't understand a word you're screaming at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this kind of situation one can use the phrase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Koro shite yaru!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which translates to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm going to kill you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;One may also use the phrase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oma Kora su!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Scenario 2:&lt;br /&gt;You're lonely on a Friday night and decide to try your luck at the local red-light district. As you scout around the area you notice a moderately attractive hooker doing her thing and looking for customers. As you approach closer you realise that she is actually rather cute in a Japanese-ish kind of way, and this turns you on immediately, so without much hesitation you make her the choice for the night and ask her about her services. To your surprise she responds you in Japanese. This means that you would be missing out on a dream come true of banging a wanabe AV girl that night since you don't speak the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this kind of situation one can use the phrase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anata wa sei desu?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which translates to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you want to have sex?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;For the more direct, yet polite, approach one can use the phrase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Echi shite kudasai.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which translates to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please have sex with me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Scenario 3:&lt;br /&gt;You, your new Japanese girlfriend, and your friends all wanna go out for dinner. Because only one of your friends has a car, all 6 of you are forced to squeeze into the car with you and your girlfriend both siting infront. As the ride to the restaurant got a bit bumpy, your girlfriend's ass was unecessarily rubbing against your crotch and this caused you to get an unexpected erection during the journey. You want to tell your girlfriend discretely, but it would be too embbarrassing if all your other friends found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this kind of situation one can use the phrase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Watashi no chinko kata.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which translates to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My dick is hard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Scenario 4:&lt;br /&gt;You bring home that hot Japanese chick from the party, who is conveniently drunk as well. After a few minutes of heavy petting both of you start to remove all your pieces of clothing and before you know it both of you are butt naked and still going at it. You know what's next on the agenda but you're not a big fan of foreplay nor are you of using lubrication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this kind of situation one can use the phrase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anata no manko ga nurete imasu ka?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which translates to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is your pussy wet?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;The expected response from this question would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Watashi no manko ga nurete imasu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which translates to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My pussy is wet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or:&lt;br /&gt;If by any chance you do consider foreplay important, then you may use the phrase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amai mitsu wo ajiwaitai.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which translates to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to taste your sweet nectar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Scenario 5:&lt;br /&gt;You and your classmates from the Japanese language class you attend are loitering outside the nearby pub late at night after the final exam that you took during the day when all of you are suddenly confronted with a group of locals who happen to hate Japanese people. They intimidate your friends unnecessarily and after a few minutes a small fight breaks out. You try to calm the situation by seperating both parties, but in the corner of you eye you spot another big group of people who seem to be associated with the locals your friends are arguing with. You know that your group doesn't stand a chance against the group, let alone more reinforcements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this kind of situation one can use the phrase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zura karu ze!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which translates to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let's get the fuck out of here!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Scenario 6:&lt;br /&gt;You get the oppurtunity to visit Japan with a tour group after winning a competition on a hentai website. During your stay there, your group is entitled to a visit to an porn video shoot at a famous AV studio in the area. As you arrive you notice that they had just finished filming a lesbian couple scene and the AV girls were cleaning themselves up after the mess they both had made of themselves. Taking advantage of the rare oppurtunity, you bravely walk up to the girls, but you're too nervous to think of something to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this kind of situation one can use the phrase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Antara futari sorotte temeko shitatsu no?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which translates to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did you girls really finger fuck each other?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this tutorial was very informative and will help you in the future. If time does not restrict me I shall be writing a follow-up to this in which I shall translate other useful Japanese words to apply to other real-life situations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111826570838238505?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111826570838238505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111826570838238505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/06/japanese-101.html' title='Japanese 101'/><author><name>FerMan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11150153270076762009</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111807292961719967</id><published>2005-06-06T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T00:21:15.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first question ever!</title><content type='html'>this came from a friend of mine, she asked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"how would I know if a guy likes me?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i said (i can't remember exactly what i said :p):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think a guy likes you, you should ask him "do you like me?"&lt;br /&gt;i mean, a question like this will probably catch the guy off guard, and he'll tell the answer..he won't be able to lie- if he does like her- it is his moment, his chance to reveal to the girl how he really feels for her.. i doubt any guy would lie at this given opportunity.. hell you could probably smell a lie from a mile away- i mean, if he hesitates, or takes a long time to come up with a 'no' he's probably lying! if he doesn't like you, he wouldn't hesitate to say no.. and a guy wouldn't say yes if he didn't like you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said something like "what if he doesn't like her? it would be embaressing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't be really embaressing, i mean its something you could joke about later..there's no harm done in asking (imho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well in case you wish to be more tactful, the other way to go about this is to look for hints:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- he's being too nice to you- he goes out of his way just to please you&lt;br /&gt;- he buys you stuff (duh!)&lt;br /&gt;- he talks to you alot, or tries to (this is if you haven't ignored him yet.. lol)&lt;br /&gt;- he tells all his friends about you&lt;br /&gt;- he keeps asking you out&lt;br /&gt;- he actually cares about you or the stuff you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's all i have to say! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if you guys have other answers/comments, please do speak up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: from tj-&lt;br /&gt;"throw your tits at him - if he doesn't do anything, HE REALLY DOESN"T LIKE YOU"&lt;br /&gt;"and you're probably pretty ugly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and keep the questions coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111807292961719967?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111807292961719967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111807292961719967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-question-ever.html' title='first question ever!'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111755536880695509</id><published>2005-05-31T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T00:02:48.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some fan mail!</title><content type='html'>After writing my previous article on &lt;a href="http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/morning-after.html"&gt;pissing&lt;/a&gt;, I recieved an email from &lt;a href="http://starcrossedangel.blogspot.com/" target=_Blank&gt;Hui-Xieng&lt;/a&gt; with an attachment of a notice posted on her hostel toilet! Seriously funny shit! Guys over there don't know how to pee.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/geowongyt/notice.jpg" target=_Blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/geowongyt/notice_t.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click thumbnail to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, the other day I was reading through the star's 'Big Bro' (a weekly column where kids with problems write in to this anonymous dude called big bro and in hopes of getting answers to help them)- I realised he was full of shit, everytime a girl was whining, he would give some ass-kissing advice, putting the girl in the right, and all that shit, and if a guy was whining, big bro would scold him for being wrong! I mean come on, just because you suck up to the girl doensn't mean she's gonna go out with you! You're supposed to give some good unbiased advice! these kids look up to you for guidance! What's wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kids out there reading this, if you have any problems, and you want them answered, why not send them in to evening drama? You can leave your question in this comment box, or contact us, or me, with your questions you want answered! if you want someone specific to answer your questions, please do mention who you'd like to answer the, (you could chose more than 1 of us if you wish! amazing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, if you're too lazy to even bother writing an email you can get me on MSN: geowongyt@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my email: georgegeorge@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;evening drama: eveningdrama@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have permission to put up the other member's email addresses at the moment- so if u guys wanna leave your email, drop it in the comment box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! this isn't a joke!&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, if you send stupid questions, expect stupid answers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh and we know when you kids write 'i have a friend who fell for this girl, but he doesn't..' we know there's no such friend, it's &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a public service announcement brought to you by Evening Drama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111755536880695509?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111755536880695509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111755536880695509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/some-fan-mail.html' title='Some fan mail!'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111744413794794110</id><published>2005-05-30T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T17:09:50.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvis by the Presleys</title><content type='html'>Damn, I'm starting to really like Lisa Marie Presley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/geowongyt/LisaMarie.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Marie Presley - Lights Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111744413794794110?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111744413794794110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111744413794794110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/elvis-by-presleys.html' title='Elvis by the Presleys'/><author><name>TJTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18165418312856425502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111712303241386681</id><published>2005-05-26T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T23:57:12.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my fingerprints are worth more than your car polish</title><content type='html'>i have a problem with people&lt;br /&gt;no actually just people with bad habits..&lt;br /&gt;..especially the habit of touching cars whenever they walk by them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, seriously, what's up with that?!&lt;br /&gt;countless times i've seen this happen- people walking past cars, and just as they're passing them, they reach out with their hands and they touch the bonnet/trunk of the car, walk to the next car, and do the same thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not like they're limping and need support to walk (they're young and fit looking people) i mean, really, what's the point in touching cars as you walk past them? people wash their cars just to remove dirt and markings like finger prints, and they go and put the dirt right back on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like sweeping all the dust out of your house, and someone pouring it back in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111712303241386681?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111712303241386681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111712303241386681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-fingerprints-are-worth-more-than.html' title='my fingerprints are worth more than your car polish'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111699227935317475</id><published>2005-05-25T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T11:37:59.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why Evening Drama cannot be flamed</title><content type='html'>Ok I just realised that just MAYBE....xen0s's disclaimer is not getting through so now im going to put up exactly why evening drama cannot be flamed properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   We have the awesome disclaimer that pretty much kicks the flamer's ass all across the galaxy and back to the their own private toilet wherever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   Anyone who tries to flame us will get flamed back by our own elite flaming crew which has been flaming idiots all over friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    We kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   We have no political or religous ties to any group whatsoever so it'd be no point.  Unless you would want to diss the Death Metal music  community and other respective groups of music.  Again what would be the point of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    We kick YOUR ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.   Need i say more...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flamers are still welcome to come and try an exercise of futility....we'll enjoy watching you guys fail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111699227935317475?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111699227935317475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111699227935317475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-evening-drama-cannot-be-flamed.html' title='why Evening Drama cannot be flamed'/><author><name>Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413954454668957542</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111693564331484720</id><published>2005-05-24T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T19:57:59.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seng Yip encounters the dumb bitch</title><content type='html'>Alright so today I was online (as I always am) and chatting away to some friends, then out of nowhere this girl messages me. Now I have no idea who she is, or why she even had me on her list in the first place. I thought maybe a friend of a friend, so I did a Friendster search on &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3978319"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; and she's from Singapore..and obviously younger than me and she wasn't even hot so I figure I couldn't have added her last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the chat went something like this (her nick comprised of super weird chars and stuff so I'm just using Her to refer to..her):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: hey, got any songs to send?&lt;br /&gt;Me: err..who's this?&lt;br /&gt;Her: got any songs to send?&lt;br /&gt;Me: i mean who are you? i don't even have you on my contact list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I assumed she was refering to my nick, which refers people to my band's site, which I put there message if you want to hear some samples of us, but just to clarify I asked her what she meant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: you got Vivian, Hilary Duff, Jojo, Lindsay Lohan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's stop here and let that dumb fuck of a request sink it. DO YOU THINK I'M SOME TEENY BOPPER?!?! Geez I felt a bit insulted (what's with strange girls insulting me indirectly anyway) so I'm like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: what the fuck..what makes you think i even have those songs, let alone send them to you in the first place?!&lt;br /&gt;Her: relax..i'm just asking, sorry to disturb you..&lt;br /&gt;Me: no i mean i don't even know you, and out of the blue you message me and ask me to send you songs..if you were me wouldn't you find that a bit odd?&lt;br /&gt;Her: because i saw u listening to songs so i just ask u&lt;br /&gt;Me: why am i even on your list in the first place..&lt;br /&gt;Her: then..i dunno liao, that's weird too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow did that realization just sink in for her or something?! It's like asking random strangers you meet on the street to lend you their CD to take home to burn. Ok fine maybe not the same, but you get my point. That concludes another encounter. It used to be George who got these kind of encounters on ICQ but I think it's becoming my turn now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111693564331484720?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111693564331484720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111693564331484720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/seng-yip-encounters-dumb-bitch.html' title='Seng Yip encounters the dumb bitch'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111686136430533397</id><published>2005-05-23T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T23:16:04.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming to Sleep!</title><content type='html'>Dreaming to Sleep (the band) has a official blog now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dtsband.blogspot.com"&gt;http://dtsband.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111686136430533397?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111686136430533397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111686136430533397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/dreaming-to-sleep.html' title='Dreaming to Sleep!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111677902496773984</id><published>2005-05-23T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T00:23:44.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The morning after..</title><content type='html'>Ever noticed that I'm the one who writes stuff that nobody wants to write about? lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway this is an article for guys- not to say that you can't read it if you're a girl (or tranny) but it would be nothing more than trivial information :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the scene from "Me, Myself and Irene" when Jim Carey goes to the toilet in the morning after he has sex with Rene Zellwegger (however u spell her name)? When he takes a piss, and starts pissing all over the walls cos he can't aim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you can't picture it, it looked something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/geowongyt/Pee1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I have no idea why, but yeah, that's what happens after a having fun with your weiner the morning after.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've found the solution to the problem of making a mess in the toilet! and it's not very hard at all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a seat, and pee (like a girl lol)!&lt;br /&gt;this ensures that your little friend stays inside the bowl and doesn't pee all over the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/geowongyt/Pee2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a health and cleanliness announcement brought to you by Evening Drama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111677902496773984?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111677902496773984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111677902496773984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/morning-after.html' title='The morning after..'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111634216992538687</id><published>2005-05-17T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T00:46:19.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah some more. He's really trying too hard.</title><content type='html'>Okay, Now I just saw 2 new bulletin messages pop up. How much time does Justin spend on this fake account? Dude, go outside and play football or something.. or go get a date to go see the new Star Wars movie. Heck, even I got a date. You spend too much time on your computer man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here I shall grade the effectiveness of his so-called pranks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/geowongyt/Image1.jpg" target=_blank&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulletin #1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Pros:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You have my picture there. Good, people will know that it's me.&lt;br /&gt;* You &lt;b&gt;tried&lt;/b&gt; to imply that I'm gay by incorporating your own 'gayness' into the message, so people will think I'm gay.&lt;br /&gt;* 'Spying on me' happens to be an interesting title. I even clicked on it out of curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Cons:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The account has been viewed 153 times, I don't get it, your fake page is getting more hits than your own account.&lt;br /&gt;* You attepmted to tell everyone that I'm only open to guys, because you are having a hard time trying to tell the fangirls on your list that I'm gay and uninterested.&lt;br /&gt;* You said that I have a sexy body, (which I can't disagree with) but it's attracting more girls that way. Are you trying to attract gay guys or girls here?&lt;br /&gt;* Be more specific about the phrase 'pepe jr'. Because not all of us had masturbated with Nelson and had him teach us his volcabulay of gayness. Pepe jr could stand for a penis or a vagina or a peniga. Nobody has a peniga like you. So be specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall efectiveness: 2/5 ---&gt; Are you promoting me or something? This need a little improvement if you really want to make an effective insult or prank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/geowongyt/Image2.jpg" target=_blank&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulletin #2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Pros:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This also has my picture.&lt;br /&gt;* Umm.. I don't know. Can anyone else give me a pro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Cons:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This is your &lt;b&gt;second attempt&lt;/b&gt; at trying to deter girls away. What's the matter? Too many girls admiring the 'fake' me you created? Geez.&lt;br /&gt;* Me moving to the Middle East kinda means that "I" won't be in Malaysia. So if someone were to meet me in real life, they won't think I'm the same guy in that fake account because "I" would be in the Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;* The 'Gaza Strip' is such a lame name, come one, use your brain and think of something better than just a lame pun.&lt;br /&gt;* The 'apply now' thing, and the overall message just blows the cover of the prank. Justin, people are not as stupid as you okay? They are going to figure out that this is a fake bulletin message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall efectiveness: 1/5 ---&gt; Dude, I just give up... Why do you even try so hard? Heck, even I had to give you tips on how to insult myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;images changed to links cos they messed up the layout - george&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111634216992538687?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111634216992538687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111634216992538687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/woah-some-more-hes-really-trying-too.html' title='Woah some more. He&apos;s really trying too hard.'/><author><name>CHUN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074912244771707837</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111631051208911436</id><published>2005-05-17T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T14:15:12.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah!</title><content type='html'>Okay, now I know Justin thinks that I made that frienster account. But does he have to stoop so low as to make a fake Chun account? I mean, that doesn't even make any sense. I just logged into friendster because I haven't been doing so since like... forever? and I find this. I was aware of this account for a while, but I never really bothered about it until I figured it out that it was by Justin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing of all, I feel sorry for the poor bugger, because he really doesn't know what he's doing. Once he finds out that I really didn't make a fake friendster account then what? Everyone is going to hate him, well, they already do... but they are gonna hate him even more. So Justin, please get solid proof that I did anything before you go around whining about me and complaining about how small your penis is. For one thing you can't find any proof because &lt;b&gt;I didn't do it&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You're going to lose friends this way....well, not that you had any to start off with anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to see the page? it's here: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.friendster.com/user.php?statpos=bulletintable&amp;uid=3060182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm not sure if I should be &lt;b&gt;thanking&lt;/b&gt; him for making the fake Chun page or not. Because that particular fake account is getting more attention from really hot chicks than it is from guys. The girls seem to be all over my picture. and im fucking serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a plan being backfired. My god, Justin, you can't even make a proper parody account! If you want to make fun of me, getting really hot chicks on my friends list is not it. In fact it's the exact opposite you moron. Today I found that my original account is getting messages from girls I don't even know, asking me if this is my real account and asking if I could add them to my list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck am I supposed to do now? Add all of them? I really can't be bothered anyway, because this is the last time I'm logging into friendster until the next 2 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here ends my rant about a moron who can't even do something stupid to save his own life. Because when he tries to do something dumb, he just fucks it up and makes it even more stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111631051208911436?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111631051208911436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111631051208911436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/woah.html' title='Woah!'/><author><name>CHUN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074912244771707837</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111625331950909236</id><published>2005-05-16T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T22:21:59.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so i was flipping through the newspapers, and i came across this:</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/geowongyt/ed.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no it's not about Evening Drama, but about Erectile Dysfunction! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it was an article from the &lt;i&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/i&gt; yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically they said that ED is not only caused by the man, it is also caused by the couple's relationship: if a relationship is suffering, the man suffers from ED too, and if the man suffers from ED, the woman also suffers (no not ED, unless she's a tranny LOL) (i.e. reduced arousal, pleasure and desire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways it was pretty boring, but at the end it had a real funny line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;For example, if you are a 50-year-old man who suffers from ED and you undergo treatment, you must realise that it will give you back the erection of a 50-year-old and not the performance of a 20-year-old&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111625331950909236?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111625331950909236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111625331950909236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-i-was-flipping-through-newspapers.html' title='so i was flipping through the newspapers, and i came across this:'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111616901780137258</id><published>2005-05-15T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:56:57.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sadness of it all....</title><content type='html'>Ok in the last post, the reason why Justin blew up at Chun because SOMEONE created a fake friendster page which pretty much insulted everything about Justin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you readers might think that "oh...its such a little thing, why the hell did he do that for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to prove to you how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BAD  &lt;/span&gt;i feel compelled to bring forth the evil page that brought forth the whole conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note: I'm a neutral bystander who sympathizes with both sides of the fight and I wish an end to the stupidity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do acknowledge the fact that Justin has been hurt terribly and that Chun could have made that page but at the same time I do know that Chun would not stoop that low anymore.  I know that Chun has MUCH better things to do other than do something that stupid *cough* fwapping with both hands *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now here is the link to the nasty page which started it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=14891939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout to whoever made it:  YOu are ONE sick bastard to get 2 friends jumping on each others throat by doing this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111616901780137258?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111616901780137258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111616901780137258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/sadness-of-it-all.html' title='The sadness of it all....'/><author><name>Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413954454668957542</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111608866117049000</id><published>2005-05-15T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T00:43:58.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin is a fucking moron</title><content type='html'>So... I've been receiving MSN messages from Justin with emoticons showing middle fingers. So I had no idea what for and then I asked him what his problem was... Here's a long and stupid conversation... Believe me, it's hard putting some sense into someone who is already mentally disabled.... He suspected I made a fake friendster account impersonating him.. which really doesn't make any sense considering that I haven't been using friendster for the last 2 months or so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt;every one suspects u&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt;COZ THE FUCKING STYLE OF WRITING IS URS !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;*SUSPECT???*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;Dude, the writing is exactly the same as what you wrote in your friendster.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt;no i didn't&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt; its been modified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;geez, and you dont go around screwing with people like me on a SUSPICION&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt; to me being a FUCKING GAY PORN  ASSHOLE&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt;and  YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON CAPABLE OF DOING SOMETHING LIKE THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is capable of writing.. we have fingers you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;wow.. that's some pretty solid evidence you have there justin, this really proves i did it dumbass. A suspicion. What are you? George Bush?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE JUST A IMMATURE FUCKING LIL KID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;Who's the immature brat, simply saying I wrote something out of a suspicion.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt;GROW UP FUCKING BABY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;why are you telling me to grow up? you've been sending me hate mail for the past 2 months.. and i have no fucking idea why until just now. And please switch off your caps lock, I can read 'normal' font just fine thank you.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt;hate mail?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt;i havent been sending u any f ucking thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;so next, time, confront me with the problem face to face instead of sending hate mail and all that bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;hellooooo? you keep sending me messages through MSN with a middle finger emoticon to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;and i happen to be adult enough not to block you off my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;because i thought something was wrong with my MSN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;so stop putting blame on me fucker.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt;u r a dead piece meat fucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;It's "u r a dead piece &lt;b&gt;of&lt;/b&gt; meat fucker" Sheesh, if you're gonna threaten me, use proper grammar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt;i  can't stand assholes who impersonate me and flame me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;dude, how many times do i have to tell you I DIDNT DO IT. FUCKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;Do i need to spell it out to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;I D-I-D-E-N-T D-O I-T!!!!!       F-U-C-K-E-R!!!!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt;talking to this immature fucking baby is insulting my intelligence&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt; i refuse to spend anymore of my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;what intelligence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;if you had any intelligence, you would have known by now that I DIDNT DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt;thats wad they all say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;exactly, that's what everyone's been telling you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;they've been telling you that I DIDNT DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt;coz they don't have the fucking balls  to be a man and admit it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;better than not having a fucking brain to realise that they're after the wrong person dickwad&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt;if i do see u.. i'm gonna make u regret knowing me&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt;u piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;dude, everyone regrets knowing you, horsefucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt;go to hell u dicklicking asswipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;okaaaay, I'm being called a dicklicking asswipe from someone who masturbates with Nelson in yr 10 camp???&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE FUCKING LAST TIME I DID NOT FUCKING MUSTURBATE WIF THAT GAY ASS !!!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU ARE A IMMATURE LIL BABY TO BRING UP THAT TOPIC AND BANG SOMEBODY WITH IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;AND FOR THE FUCKING LAST TIME, I DIDNT MAKE THE FRIENDSTER THING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;and you tried to bang me with the friendster thing.. after i said i didnt do it!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt;COZ ITS BACK AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;If its back, then i dont know about it because i DONT FUCKING USE FRIENDSTER ANYMORE! go ask Aizat if you dont believe me! I dont fucking use friendster anymore!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;N!GhT   H¿Nt3r   - NaRuto Freako !!   says:&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO GONNA KICK UR ASS !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo Ninja??? http://levelord.deviantart.com says:&lt;br /&gt;for what? i'm not even gonna bother to repeat that i didnt do it.. you obviously have a learning disability.. no matter how many times someone tries to EDUCATE you about something.. you brain just can't process the complex sentence that says I DIDNT DO IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, he stopped messaging...either because he ran out of quote cards to throw threats and insults at me or either he suffered a huge cerebral heamorrhage trying to process the fact that I DIDN'T DO IT. Yeah, it's a pretty hard sentence to process for a 3 year old's brain. Lets hope his mother finds his epileptic body in time to bring him to the emergency vet before he dies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111608866117049000?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111608866117049000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111608866117049000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/justin-is-fucking-moron_15.html' title='Justin is a fucking moron'/><author><name>CHUN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074912244771707837</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111607490314144544</id><published>2005-05-14T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T21:59:25.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some heelchair guys are assholes</title><content type='html'>Ok i was on the train today with some of my friends. It was incredibly packed inside and I could not even stand properly. I was plastered halfway against the door, I'm serious. That was how crammed it was. Everybody knew the train was too full, so we were all trying to get along.....somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were actually smiling and laughing when we came to the next stop which had even more people waiting to board the train. Thats when the wheelchair guy from hell shows up. Everybody was trying to be understanding as he wheeled himself into the carriage but what he said was eriously uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheelchair guy: "Eveyone move to the back.  Push if you have to, I need some space over here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random person no. 1 : "There is no space left, we're all pretty much crammed here, where are we going to push?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheelchair guy: "I don't care just give me some space"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random person no.2: "Can you at least let others get out first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think that if someone was being polite, he would respond nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheelchair guy: "Fine, just hurry and dont take all day, train is going to leave soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he backs up a teensy weensy bit to let some of the people squeeze through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hel is wrong with him? Just because you are in a wheelchair doesnt mean you have to act like that. Just what kind of social benefits do you get from using a wheelchair and acting like an asshole? Albert and I got seriously pissed off at that idiot. If it wasnt for the wheelchair, the guy would have gotten an ass-kicking from probably half of the people in the carriage perhaps even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disablilities are disabilities. Just because you might not be able to do something right does not mean you still have to act like an asshole and piss people off. You cant just hide behind your disability like that would protect you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grahh.....that asshole pisses me off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111607490314144544?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111607490314144544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111607490314144544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/some-heelchair-guys-are-assholes.html' title='Some heelchair guys are assholes'/><author><name>Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413954454668957542</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111582704456311263</id><published>2005-05-12T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T23:57:24.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good/bad goths? and clothing styles part 2</title><content type='html'>I was walking around the city and holy crap my day was made in an instant.  Usually I see alot of things but this most certainly caught my eye.  I saw a really hot chick with long purple hair going down to her shoulders.  Ok, those who knows me that usually I would not point out good looking girls and when i do they turn out to be average (hope my girlfriend forgives me for this), but this deserves mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually those with strange hair colours like pink, purple and what not, just do not match.  Colour is too glaring! TOO BLINDING!!! AHH NOO...MY EYES!!!!! THEY BURN THEY BURN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway because the colours are too contrasting, the whole image just goes incredibly wrong and the person just come out as cheesy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl actually managed to get the combination correct.  Shes dressed in casual clothing and yet shes still turning heads in the city.  This I know because I overheard others talking about her and her 'twin'.  Either she has a sister close to her age i dunno...but they looked great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right about now im on my knees praying that my girlfriend wont hate me for all that, the last thing i would do is to turn from her.  I'll talk to her later about it....im sure she will....understand....i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok besides seeing the 2 head-turners,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across gothic punks and I was not impressed whatsoever.  I know they are actually bigger than me in size, but they look relatively young for caucasions.  Anyhow, this group of idiots just hang around the city TRYING to look cool, and just failing in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, the guy of the group, he was wearing a metal-studded collar and some kinda strap glove which involves basically strips of metal leather joined at the wrist.  On top of all that a black vest and black shades?!  Makes me want to go up to him and ask if he likes being a bondage slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ever want a lesson in goth-punk? do NOT follow that idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of the group was a chick, which seemed to pull off the entire thing nicely.  Understatement is probably the best way to wear goth unless you just want to flatout go all the way(not advisable unless you're willing to)  Dark pleated skirts with a black long sleeve, I commend her style in Goth.  So long as you're not TOO flashy, its fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now to the next part of the clothing style part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another style would be what i call the casual style, normal jeans or cargos with a normal t-shirt.  Not bad i guess.  This probably suggests for guys its a time to hang out and chill, walk around a bit and relax since nothing important is happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, for Girls!!! THATS a different story.....sometimes it could mean MASSIVE SHOPPING.  Boyfriends with casual-dressed girlfriends beware and be on the lookout for the incoming shopping spree....Its bound to come.  So this would lead to the guys being forced to carry bags and bags (not that we dont mind....of course we dont mind do we?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway usually when i see people in casual clothing i normally assume that either they're just window shopping or actually just trying to buy something.  So far im pretty sure im not wrong...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but heck, lots of chances I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides casual clothing, theres that Extreme Casual which just pisses me off.  Some people think that its actually pretty good, to overdo the casual style and what does it look like at the end? This can go 2 ways.  Theres the grunge and theres the formal where it looks like theres something shoved up where the sun doesnt shine and im not talking about the armpit.  For some reason, that just really pisses me off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again....i dress like that too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111582704456311263?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111582704456311263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111582704456311263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/goodbad-goths-and-clothing-styles-part.html' title='good/bad goths? and clothing styles part 2'/><author><name>Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413954454668957542</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111574547404823684</id><published>2005-05-11T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T01:17:54.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold! My brave adventurers of Kalimdor and Azeroth!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have been stuck on this game for the past few weeks. Its taken my studies, social life and sex life down to the gutter. Kidding about the latter heh. Yes, lo and behold its World of Warcraft! Rated as THE mmorpg, I reckon EVERYONE of you should at least give it a go. Come join me at Lightning's Blade realm. I am a lvl 30 mage. And I don't think I am actually blogging something interesting. I will keep you all updated on my adventures, until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vysnerth, son of Bishop Tyraell, Archmagi of Stormwind.&lt;br /&gt;(Alvin)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111574547404823684?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111574547404823684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111574547404823684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/behold-my-brave-adventurers-of.html' title='Behold! My brave adventurers of Kalimdor and Azeroth!'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04511843940023943468</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111574269418148442</id><published>2005-05-11T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T00:31:34.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am good in bed (theoretically)</title><content type='html'>How many of you have hairy arms?&lt;br /&gt;I mean ape-hairy arms (like my grandpa) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I have hairy arms. In fact my arms are so hairy, they're almost the topic of every ice breaking coversation I have with people I have just met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of college at LUCT (I kid you not!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the orientation briefing in the hall. I didn't know anybody yet, so I sat down on this seat next to nobody when I entered. Awhile later, people started coming in, and the seats all started to get filled. This Indian girl came and sat next to me. We started chatting abit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She(I forgot her name :P): "Hi, I'm _"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hi, I'm George"&lt;br /&gt;She: "Wow, you have hairy arms"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "err..yeah" (I laugh)&lt;br /&gt;She: "Oooh you know people with hairy arms.." (she starts giggling uncontrollably)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "go on?"&lt;br /&gt;She: (giggles) "are good in.." (giggles some more) "..you know.." (more giggles)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "good in? i don't know what you're talking about"&lt;br /&gt;She: (giggles) "good in bed!" (giggles again)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh!" (fakes a laugh) "Ha ha ha"&lt;br /&gt;She: (continues giggling..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same thing happened before that, when I was in Taylors college, I used to take a bus to college.. so anyways, one day, I sat next to this girl, and we started talking, and then she mentioned "ooh your arms are very hairy.. you know what they say about people with hairy arms- they're good in bed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as this was the first time I heard such nonsense, I was shocked and sat there stunned for a moment. Firstly, it never dawned onto me that girls could be so straight forward, and about such topics i.e. my sexual prowess (lol) and that girls could also believe such stupid things :P hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously, how can hair on your arms tell people if you're great in bed?! If there was a graph depicting the relationship between hair on arms against greatness in bed, I'd like to see it! Like what has hair got to do with anything?! The only possible theory I can come up with is- I have more air resistance on my body, and so when I move, I move slower, which is how girls like it- slow and steady? HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA which is utter nonsense! and how about if I have hairy arms, girls get tickled by it, and thus have better sex? ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget the hair on my arms, this has been an urban myth ripped apart by Evening Drama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111574269418148442?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111574269418148442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111574269418148442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-good-in-bed-theoretically.html' title='I am good in bed (theoretically)'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111573653654503107</id><published>2005-05-10T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T22:48:56.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmp...new target for flaming</title><content type='html'>A word from the most flammable ED writer ( i think most of my posts have been flamed so heres something to flame again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays we see lots of teenagers getting together as couples faster than you can blink an eye.  Just as sudden, they break up again and they are fighting each other with tooth and nail leaving friends thinking 'what the fuck?'.  One minute, they are delirously happy with each other and when some slight mistake happens...damn it's worse than world war 3?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is wrong?  Yeah it could be that some guy is trying to steal another guy's girlfriend or vice versa.  It could be that someone is dissatisfied with the other, so eventually all the love dissapears and poof! They hate each other.  Agreed, there are some relationships which break up peacefully but often than not, you find more painful break-ups than you can find a favourite colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets face it, we as humans are volatile beings.  One spark is all is needed to either fan the passionate flame of love or to ignite the fiery wrath of jealousy and hate.  The problem with us humans, we think too much at times.  At the back of the mind, there is always some niggling doubt left behind by whatever someone said or do.  When we start pay attention to that little piece of doubt left behind, we start to suspect something and when that happens, we have the placebo effect occurs(if we believe in something hard enough, it will happen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, love is but a game.  It's a game where you put your heart on the line in order to find the right one.  Its a game where you cant keep score and where nobody is ahead.  Theres no losing in the game.  You just keep trying till you find the right one.  Of course that depends on how strong your heart/feelings is.  Sure you might not pick the right one, and get your head and heart bashed and stomped on, but the only advice is to just keep moving.  There are no cheats or hints in the game of love!!! SO HANG IN THERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez....i sound like an idiot espeicially since I don't play that game.  I already found the one i need.  Truth to be told, I thought that i would end up not playing the game and no girlfriend.  But now I did not play the game but i still have the girlfriend and for that i have to thank whoever is watching me hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now the thoughts on love by the hopeless romantic of ED ends here.  Please don't flame me too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111573653654503107?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111573653654503107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111573653654503107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/hmpnew-target-for-flaming.html' title='hmp...new target for flaming'/><author><name>Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413954454668957542</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111571426930891855</id><published>2005-05-10T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T16:40:24.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening Drama Disclaimer</title><content type='html'>Out of boredom I thought I'd draft up a disclaimer for Evening Drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening Drama is a compilation of thoughts, rants, and irrational insults to people we know/don't know/don't give a fuck about so if you don't appreciate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- rants about the gayness of clubbing&lt;br /&gt;- thoughts on stealing girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;- insults about ugly girls&lt;br /&gt;- rants on how lousy Malaysia is&lt;br /&gt;- lame pickup lines&lt;br /&gt;- articles on the male appendage&lt;br /&gt;- insults towards ah bengs/goths dress attire&lt;br /&gt;- insults towards ah bengs/goths in general&lt;br /&gt;- recommendation of cool music&lt;br /&gt;- insults towards techno/trance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...basically if you have no sense of humor you do not deserve to read us. We will not entertain your sudden flashes of righteousness or your morals or ethics or indignation to whatever we decide to do. We are Evening Drama, and you are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been an Evening Drama Disclaimer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111571426930891855?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111571426930891855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111571426930891855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/evening-drama-disclaimer.html' title='Evening Drama Disclaimer'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111546871579671100</id><published>2005-05-07T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T20:25:17.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all shallow shallow fucks</title><content type='html'>This is in regard to Alvin calling me a shallow shallow fuck in my previous post. By that statement, I am assuming that he's not a shallow person himself. One word - bullshit. We're &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;shallow fucks, like it or not. Let's give you a scenario. I present to you a chick, hot/cute (or whatever your preference) like nobody's business, and I give you a ugly girl, the complete opposite of that hot/cute girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tell you to make a choice, as to who you would like to date, or be friends with, or make out with, or fuck with, whatever. Apart from their looks, you have no idea what their personality is like. Most people are under the assumption that hot girls are bitches and fat ugly girls are actually quite nice and pleasant people. Let me make this clear - &lt;strong&gt;looks do not make a person.&lt;/strong&gt; That being said, pick a girl, and &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll assume you're under heavy duress and that a family member or a loved one is held hostage and that you have to make a choice right now (this only applies to those who tell me they won't pick). You can't say, "Give me a few months with the ugly girl, she might actually turn out to be quite fascinating and I might like her." Like I said earlier, that's bullshit. Common sense, and not to mention human nature would lead you to picking the hot girl. Why settle for 5 dollars, when you could have 50?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George told me something today about in the corporate world, given the choice between two candidates for the job, both with equal skill, but one is better looking, the better looking one would be picked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face it, you're shallow yourself, at least I have the balls to come right out and admit I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111546871579671100?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111546871579671100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111546871579671100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/were-all-shallow-shallow-fucks.html' title='We&apos;re all shallow shallow fucks'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111538747249548226</id><published>2005-05-06T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T23:43:58.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're gonna fail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/levelord/IsmellCKcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/levelord/IsmellCKcopy.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;click for full-size&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this happened to me a few times before by a friend I refer to as CK. Okay I get you're the smart ass and all, but don't go around telling me I'm about to fail a major fucking exam... because it demoralizes me! So go tell someone else that... Sheesh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111538747249548226?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111538747249548226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111538747249548226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/youre-gonna-fail.html' title='You&apos;re gonna fail!'/><author><name>CHUN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074912244771707837</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111537450840580809</id><published>2005-05-06T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T18:29:48.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seng Yip encounters the ugly girl</title><content type='html'>The other day Friendster sent me an email saying this person wanted to add me to their friends list. Turns out it was a girl, and if you know me, I'm not one to turn girls down. Anyway, I should have probably checked her out first, like her pics and stuff, before consenting but silly ole me forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out she was this really ugly girl. At this point I would like to make it clear that I might not be the most attractive guy on earth, but even I have my standards. Anyway, I thought maybe she was a friend of a friend, so I might still let that slide. I sent her a message on Friendster asking if by any chance we knew each other through a mutual accquaintance. A few days later, no reply still, so I added her to my MSN. A couple days later, she pops online, so I message her and the conversation goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- x e n 0 s ™ - [ Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, dying time's here ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hi who is this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ellice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ellice, you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ellice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you said you wanted to be added so i did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- x e n 0 s ™ - [ Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, dying time's here ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seng yip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- x e n 0 s ™ - [ Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, dying time's here ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you added me on friendster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- x e n 0 s ™ - [ Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, dying time's here ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do i know you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ellice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ellice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ellice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ellice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's your real name?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok at that point she started to piss me off already. I just gave her my name, and she dares to ask for my REAL name. It IS my real name you dumb bitch. I'm not sure if she was trying to be stupid or really is just stupid. I was having a headache at this point so I started getting a bit rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ellice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you said you wanted to be added so i did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's review my profile on &lt;strong&gt;Who I Want to Meet:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hot chicks and potential band mates..oh and Liana and Rachel from Pat School House.. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and btw that little wink at the end doesn't mean "I'm just kidding, I'd like to meet ugly chicks instead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone sure has a pretty high self esteem of themselves to think themselves classified as a "hot chick". I highly doubt she's a potential band mate, let alone Liana and Rachel from back in my kindergarten days! The fucking audacity she had to say that I wanted to be added. YES I DO BUT NOT BY YOU. If I did I would have said something like, "All girls, fat, short, ugly, fugly, super fugly may apply within" but I didn't. Get a fucking clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I cut things short with her, and I asked her who in the fucking blazes was she. She replies something that she wanted more friends or some shit like that. So I told her she should have at least messaged me first or something, and she said she normally does, but with me she didn't and she doesn't know why. I'm not sure if that was supposed to make me feel special but all I know was that it made me even madder, so at that point I blocked and deleted her from MSN and from Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ends my encounter with an ugly girl, and boy, things did not turn out pretty, and I don't mean just her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111537450840580809?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111537450840580809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111537450840580809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/seng-yip-encounters-ugly-girl.html' title='Seng Yip encounters the ugly girl'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111537226195886178</id><published>2005-05-06T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T17:37:41.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Friendster</title><content type='html'>In case you don't have Friendster or you're just too dull to have noticed, but a lot of people are starting Friendster blogs! So I thought to myself, wow, this is cool, now I can check up on old friends and stuff. It's like everyday or every other day I get a email from Friendster telling me that so-and-so started a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. They didn't bother adding entries. I mean, what the fuck. You start a blog, and you don't blog. At first I assume they were just lazy (some of them), but I realize it's becoming a trend to start a blog and not blog. That's just gay. You're wasting my time checking my e-mails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111537226195886178?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111537226195886178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111537226195886178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/stupid-friendster.html' title='Stupid Friendster'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111512791855001534</id><published>2005-05-03T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T21:45:18.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck TMnet</title><content type='html'>Fuck TMnet. You see them on TV, in the newspapers, advertising how fast their broadband is, how cheap it is, blah blah. It's almost as if no one wants a fast internet connection, it's almost as if everyone is so happy with their dialups that TMnet feels the need to go on an advertising spree for Streamyx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are tons of people who would love to get their hands on broadband, I for one am that person. A lot of my other friends in college tell me how they don't have broadband too, and that how slow TMnet's customer service is when it comes to installing broadband. So if any TMnet employees are reading this, we &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;want broadband. We would &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;to have 1mbps internet connection. You fuckers just didn't install it in our areas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111512791855001534?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111512791855001534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111512791855001534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/fuck-tmnet.html' title='Fuck TMnet'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111507559343145753</id><published>2005-05-03T07:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T07:13:13.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate being sick.</title><content type='html'>I'm sure that's just stating the obvious, but this is the first time I've been sick for like 2 years. I usually take pretty decent care of myself. So since I'm pretty much coughing out my lungs and so tanked up with medicine I'm almost hallucinating, (almost, not quite), I've kinda remembered what it used to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I used to think being sick wasn't such a bad thing. You could stay at home, get meals brought to you, watch TV while in bed the whole day. It was great. Anything to get out of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think back, I realise, when you're sick, if your life's goals amount to anything more than 'Watch TV', being sick seriously cramps your style. I can't play soccer, I can't go to the club in this condition (ciggarrete smoke would kill me right about now), I can't go to class, and that's now changed from being a good thing to a bad thing since I flunk out of my course if I attend too few of the damn things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I'm taking better care of myself. If it wasn't that stupid girl's birthday, I wouldn't have shared her drink. I blame her......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111507559343145753?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111507559343145753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111507559343145753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-hate-being-sick.html' title='I hate being sick.'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873707177841414666</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111504891113977032</id><published>2005-05-02T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T23:48:31.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What next? A club for vegans?</title><content type='html'>So the other day, LUCT had this 'Indian Club' performance during lunch time.. needless to say, me not being a fan of Indian music found it totally annoying, but that wasn't the point of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point was 'clubs'. no not those clubs where you have people dancing in the dark to electronic music under the influence of alcohol and the occasional drugs. i was refering to the social clubs that they had in our uni-college (why the fuck is it a uni-college anyway? can't lim kok wing be happy with just using 'college' till it gets a 'uni' status?? anyways back to the point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clubs for races! i mean, what's the point!&lt;br /&gt;i remember signing up for clubs awhile ago..one year ago to be exact..i joined the skateboarding club, and the music club..they're now defunct (i think) cos they didn't call me up for meetings anymore.. haha but thats another story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, i was looking around the hall, checking out which clubs i could sign up for, and i realised that there were like 5 or more clubs that were meant specifically for races..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was the Chinese club, the Indian club, the African club, Indonesian club, some country with a weird name club, and i think an Iraq club or something.. but yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, what is the point of clubs like these?? what do they do at meetings? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;1st Chinese club meeting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leader: "hello, welcome to Chinese club. I hope that you guys will stick around with us till the end of the semester, because we are going to be the best and the biggest club in LUCT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newbie: "what are we supposed to do in this club? the people at the booth told me that i'd find out after the first meeting"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leader: (whispers to aide) "Terminate him, now!"&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, I have no idea what these clubs do. Oh wait i remember, they've organised some activities! I remember.. there was a chinese new year festival day thingy.. a moon cake festival day thingy..a movie week- where they screened chinese movies all week.. and that's about it..&lt;br /&gt;the Indian club had the cultural dance the other day..and deepavali once.. and that's it!&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if the other clubs are around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, these clubs organize all these sorts of festivals..but isn't that what the culture club + gang (music, drama, dance club) supposed to do anyway? i mean, its not like you need chinese to organize something chinese, why not let some africans dress up in some chinese costumes and do lion dances instead? i think they'd kick more ass as lion dancers  (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but separating all these kids into clubs of their own races, isn't that kind of racist? how is it benefitting to be in a club with people of the same race, but no ultimate purpose? i mean for example- the deaf and mute club, that's for all the deaf and mute kids to join, cos they're handicapped in the same way, and so they can understand each other, and therefore help each other.. but race clubs? &lt;br /&gt;"we're the same race! how's that gonna help?"&lt;br /&gt;"i have no idea!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember, back in GIS when i was in the chess club, or the magic card club- there was a purpose! i learnt how to play chess better, i learnt new techniques and strategies etc.. there was a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but joining a club cos we're the same race doesn't make any sense to me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, i thought i was gonna write something epic here, but i kinda missed the point :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the point of race clubs again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111504891113977032?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111504891113977032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111504891113977032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-next-club-for-vegans.html' title='What next? A club for vegans?'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111474658738201041</id><published>2005-04-29T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T11:49:47.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boys like me are a dime a dozen</title><content type='html'>girls can turn boys into totally different people&lt;br /&gt;still skeptical on that one?&lt;br /&gt;well how well do you know your boys? george, goes into the mind of the male to bring you this exclusive Evening Drama report..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of know guys who are extremely jealous?&lt;br /&gt;How about guys who are extremely nice?&lt;br /&gt;How about guys who are extremely naive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sure you've known or have at least met one of each type of guy. There's so many different guys. There's the guys who think that running across the road of a busy highway is a stupid thing to do, while there's guys on the other end of the spectrum who think that Goatse is rad. Because of how we were all born and raised, God made each one of us an individual person. Everyone is unique. No two people are exactly the same- no matter how alike you may find 2 people to be, they will have their differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've discovered something that broke that down. Girls.&lt;br /&gt;Probably the greatest source of happiness, pain, pleasure, guilt, joy, lust, (insert synonym here) to a boy. Also the cause of their demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's another story :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are powerful beings who can just break guys down into simple people who fit into one of the following categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the &lt;strong&gt;jealous boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he has the girl- he's extremely possessive, and never lets her out with other guys. she can't talk to that better looking guy in her class, or even add him on MSN. She has to hang out with him during every lunch hour, and every day after class. hell, he even has problem letting her hang out with her girl friends! he needs to know where she is, every second of the day, every day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;when he doesnt have the girl- he doesnt want to even be friends with her, he'll hate her, he'll do anything to spite her, he won't want to spend a single second in her presence, he'll avoid her, and he'll bad mouth her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;nice naive boy&lt;/strong&gt; (or Emo boy LOL)&lt;br /&gt;when he has the girl- she just walks all over him. He does whatever she says. He buys her loads of gifts, despite not having enough lunch money in the first place. He writes her poetry. He sings her songs. He draws her art. He gives her rides. Basically he does everything that would fall under 'ass kissing'&lt;br /&gt;when he doesn't have the girl- he still does all of the above (his songs and poems get sadder though)- IN HOPES of making her realise that he's the 'one' and that she'll chose him (again). usually the girl just keeps him around for freebies, till she gets tired of him and tells him to fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;which then he'll hang around, and try to remain friends, despite her not doing anything to maintain the friendship, cos in his heart, he still wants her, and hopes that she'll change (which she'll never- usually she gets some jock who was this boy's enemy, and they videotape their sexual encounters and mail it to him- nah i was kidding :P but she'll get another guy, and this boy will feel sad and decide a) to move on or b) commit suicide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;'player' boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he has the girl- he treats her how he wants to treat her, depending on his mood, he couldn't care less about what she was up to when she's not around him, he keeps her around for his own pleasure (which usually isn't for a long time). he shows his girls off, like trophies!&lt;br /&gt;when he doesn't have her- he's out looking for other girls, he doesn't care enough about her to give a damn really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;perfect 'boyfriend' boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he has her- he treats her well enough to keep her around, and she treats him likewise. they share intimacy, and they have enough freedom. they are bound together, but not chained. they are complimentary, yet different enough to make things interesting together. Basically they are like pieces of a puzzle together- everything fits just right where they belong.&lt;br /&gt;when he doesn't have her- he moves on, but without hating the girl, or letting go everything. He keeps a part of her with him and he never leaves it behind. He's always hopeful, that they'd get back together, or that he will find someone better. He's not angry, yet he's not happy either- he's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;'worrier' boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he has her- he's worried about losing her. he thinks about everything over and over again just to make sure that whatever he does has no serious repercussion. he tries too hard to make everything perfect, cos he's worried that she doesn't think he's good enough. when she's out, he's worried she might find some other guy. when she doesn't pick up her phone, he's worried that she's ignoring him. and when she tells him everything's okay, he's worried that she could be lying to him. he's kind of like the jealous guy, but not spiteful, and he's too nice for his own good :p&lt;br /&gt;when he doesn't have her- he's worried about his moves, what he does, the cards he plays to get the girl. he's worried about why she's not showing him any signs. he's worried about getting rejected by the girl. all these worries build a shell around this guy, which makes him stumble and block his inside character. he never gets the girl..if he does, he loses her cos he worries too much..worrisome (is there such a word?) bastards.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have the jealous boy who tries to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;Or the nice boy who fails miserably at trying to be a player.&lt;br /&gt;Or.. whatever, possible combinations, but basically, if you throw a girl into a guy's life it would be safe to assume he'd be in one (or more) of those categories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that pretty much sums up everything you needed to know about guys with girls 'in' their lives. It's that simple..really. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a special report brought to you by Evening Drama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111474658738201041?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111474658738201041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111474658738201041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/boys-like-me-are-dime-dozen.html' title='boys like me are a dime a dozen'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111470389114134750</id><published>2005-04-28T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T23:58:11.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't get something for nothing</title><content type='html'>..except air and leaflets, and no shortage of those, no sir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111470389114134750?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111470389114134750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111470389114134750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-cant-get-something-for-nothing.html' title='You can&apos;t get something for nothing'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111468607932798644</id><published>2005-04-28T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T19:01:19.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My l337n355 is automated</title><content type='html'>I was chatting with my friend earlier, and he told me to come play CS (Counterstrike) with him some day during the hols. I haven't touched CS in months, like almost half a year, and remembering the last time I played with him, I owned him so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I told him that I haven't played CS for ages, and that I could probably still &lt;em&gt;pwn &lt;/em&gt;him. For the uninitiated the term &lt;em&gt;pwn&lt;/em&gt; is equivalent to the word &lt;em&gt;own. &lt;/em&gt;So anyway, I thought it'd sound more professional and less joking if I said own, as opposed to pwn, so I typed "i could still &lt;strong&gt;pwn&lt;/strong&gt; you". Hence the title. I kept thinking to myself, "It's own, not pwn, it's own, not pwn" but ta-da! Lo and behold! Out come pwn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My l337n355 is automated, and I could pwn j00 anyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111468607932798644?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111468607932798644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111468607932798644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-l337n355-is-automated.html' title='My l337n355 is automated'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111435344634847650</id><published>2005-04-24T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T22:37:26.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smooth operator operating correctly</title><content type='html'>so the other day, my friend was telling me how she met this guy-&lt;br /&gt;she was going down the escalator and cleaning her spectacles on her shirt. when she put them back on, this guy came up to her and said "do i look better now?"&lt;br /&gt;she didn't know it was a pick up and so she replied "yes"..&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, to cut it short, he left with her number..they ended up messaging each other, and she met up with him about a week later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, that guy was smooth :P&lt;br /&gt;now, here we can learn some stuff from this example-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he didn't even realised she was being hit on at first!&lt;br /&gt;now how many people can use a pick up line without coming off as cheesy or trying too hard or just plain lame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gotta be spontaneous! i mean, how many situations can you use that line "do i look better now?" let me think- &lt;br /&gt;a) when a girl's cleaning her specs &lt;br /&gt;b) when a girl's cleaning her specs&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly! this guy came in at the right time with the right line, and that made a good first impression, and i bet from that point on when she said "yes" he probably knew he had a good chance of leaving with her number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday i shall be a genius like him. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111435344634847650?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111435344634847650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111435344634847650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/smooth-operator-operating-correctly.html' title='smooth operator operating correctly'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111408276610838313</id><published>2005-04-21T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T19:26:06.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gig!</title><content type='html'>Say what? A gig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band: &lt;strong&gt;dreamingtosleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: &lt;strong&gt;23rd April 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: &lt;strong&gt;starts 11:00am-ish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: &lt;strong&gt;Sekolah Sri Garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songlist:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Rage Against the Machine - Know Your Enemy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Velvet Revolver - Slither&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;My Chemical Romance - I'm Not Okay (I promise)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;dreamingtosleep - When Lying's the Next Best Thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what? A gig? Yea. Damn straight. Call it shameless advertising, but do come down and check us out if you can! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111408276610838313?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111408276610838313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111408276610838313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/gig.html' title='Gig!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111400883074942867</id><published>2005-04-20T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T22:53:50.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>City Clothing Styles part 1</title><content type='html'>Ok i have been walking around the city doing some of my errands and thanks to that i get to see lots of interesting sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with some of the people I see walking around:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Goth Minority:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them which i see walking around are wearing what could be said as a standard dress code for them. Studded collars, leather wristbands, extremely dark eyeshadow and lipstick and not to mention generally black clothing with contrasting purple colours. Some are very elegant and some are just downright not working out. I myself actually like the gothic style as there is a certain elegance to it (altho once someone mentioned that i dress like one: I DON'T!). Anyway half of the goths i see walking around just seems to cry out for attention no matter how beautiful/ugly they look. I suspect that normally underneath that garish makeup and dark clothing.....they just look average or very dumpy. They have to use all that just to hide the fact that they are ugly since half of the goths i see are actually plump....and the evidence" i rode to uni in a bus with a goth chick in it. VERY plump and also your standard gothic punk wear. I guess its another way to cry out for attention. So right now I am thinking: Inferiority Complex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skating trend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most common. Not much can be said but at the same time i could probably blab alot about it. This is the result of mainstream fashion. They were these baggy shorts and a light shirt. You get all these insane extreme stunt people doing all kind of crazy shit which ends up creating even more hype for the really dumb stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I realised I got too much to think and write so Im going to break this up into several parts....so wait till the next part!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111400883074942867?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111400883074942867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111400883074942867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/city-clothing-styles-part-1_20.html' title='City Clothing Styles part 1'/><author><name>Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413954454668957542</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111399909013063107</id><published>2005-04-20T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T20:11:30.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I learnt...</title><content type='html'>1. That blind people can still do judo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Criticising your ex's current guy leads to severe reprimands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It sucks to be really old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We're a selfish species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There is a book in my library about anal pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. This girl I like is really worth my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Always knock when your housemate has his girl in his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Some people are thick skinned beyond normal comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm not the only person to have seen every musical in Singapore from 1992-1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My haircut looks better once it grew out a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just wondering how interesting or boring my life was compared to the rest of the ED crew:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111399909013063107?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111399909013063107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111399909013063107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/today-i-learnt.html' title='Today I learnt...'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873707177841414666</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111392424111628256</id><published>2005-04-19T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T23:24:01.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People who can't type to save their lives</title><content type='html'>I used to see idiots on Friendster who type like "Hi~~!! mY NaMe iS sO-N-so........I lIkE t0 PaRTeE~~@!#!!!" The alternating caps is (I was about to say understandable but I really don't get it) bad, but the bad usage of exclaimations mixed with the @'s and the #'s is just off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume that they did it accidently, until today I saw my friend in college use it, to send a message on Friendster. He loads the message window, enter's the title "Hei~~!" just like that. Initially it was "Hei!" but on second thought, he backspaces, and decides to add the extra ~'s. He then proceeds to alternate caps throughout the entire message. So I'm like wondering, isn't it faster just to type the message out straight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people in general would appreciate a normal looking message. It's not like typing LiKE ThIs g3t y0u HoT CHIcKs~~~!~@!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111392424111628256?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111392424111628256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111392424111628256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/people-who-cant-type-to-save-their.html' title='People who can&apos;t type to save their lives'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111383728211025175</id><published>2005-04-18T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T23:14:42.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute with the 'E'..Hotel without the 'El'.. (HAHA)</title><content type='html'>"Ugly but adorable"&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, whoever came up with that shit should be shot!&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why some people think cute as a degratory term..if you call them cute, they think its like calling them ugly..why?? I'd use the word cute to describe a girl who was attractive in an innocent way, unlike 'hot' which would be a girl who was attractive in a more sexually-enticing way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways lets take a look at Boa-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/geowongyt/boa.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some people would call her pretty. Some would call her hot. I'd call her cute. But no way would anyone ever call her 'ugly but adorable'. right? man, girls she should be happy sharing an adjective used to describe this princess? :p &lt;br /&gt;but anyways, I was saying, she's cute. nowhere near ugly, or even average for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a lesson in 'hot'-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/geowongyt/jlh.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is Jennifer Love Hewitt. and yes, I would say the epitome of hotness :D so the word to use to describe girls like her, would be 'hot' :P&lt;h6&gt;(unlike *cough*paris hilton*cough*)&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this concludes one part of the Evening Drama "know your words!" campaign. hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111383728211025175?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111383728211025175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111383728211025175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/cute-with-ehotel-without-el-haha.html' title='Cute with the &apos;E&apos;..Hotel without the &apos;El&apos;.. (HAHA)'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111374758555348799</id><published>2005-04-17T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T22:19:45.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some dumb stuff</title><content type='html'>So I wrote a rap song based on Evening Drama..haha just kidding..I ripped the link off &lt;a href="http://www.cswoosh.com"&gt;Christin&lt;/a&gt; but &lt;a href="http://plasmastudii.org/arch/rap/rap.php"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to turn your site into some tight rap lyrics yo word up shorty dawg..some shit like that :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lyrics by: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;span style font&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in some fucking trouble want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;b span cellpadding width cyan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah i didn t a href http eveningdrama glee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;self a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;albums v geowongyt george jpg paye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;name a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;watching drunk ppl hump puff span b and it s lessee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;blogspot com eveningdrama archive html hr color cell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;out fine in family times new roman yin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVENINGDRAMA DOT BLOGSPOT DOT COM IN THA HOUSE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVENINGDRAMA DOT BLOGSPOT DOT COM IN THA HOUSE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVENINGDRAMA DOT BLOGSPOT DOT COM IN THA HOUSE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVENINGDRAMA DOT BLOGSPOT DOT COM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111374758555348799?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111374758555348799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111374758555348799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/some-dumb-stuff.html' title='Some dumb stuff'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111370262669353969</id><published>2005-04-17T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T09:50:26.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am awesome :P</title><content type='html'>On one rainy day, I was going to have dinner with my friends, when I thought "hey, I'll tell them I can't make it, and then show up!" I started laughing by myself. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was in the car then, going to pick my sister up to send her home before I went for dinner. So I was formulating a plan in my head, what should I tell my friends? I decided that I should send then an SMS saying "Sorry I won't be able to make it today, I got involved in an accident."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was typing the message out halfway, when I realised that it was quite a mean thing for me to do :p so I didn't send it in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you can guess what happened next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, I continued driving.. At one point, I had to switch lanes so that I could turn into another road.. I signalled right, I checked my right mirror, the lane was clear, and so I started my turn. Then all of a sudden, a motor bike comes into the lane at a high speed, and so I quickly turn back into my lane since I wasn't out yet. The motorcyclist thought I was gonna hit him and he jammed the brakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know what happens when you jam the brakes. Your brakes lock (unless you have ABS, and I doubt bikes have ABS). When your brakes lock, your tyres lock, and when that happens, your vehicle skids. Especially in rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the bike skidded. It did like a 180 turn, and it fell over, spilling its driver and passenger onto the road. I was stunned. I was just sitting in my car thinking "WHAT THE FUCK?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, that looked like a hell load of pain. I thought of getting out of the car to offer help, but they quickly got up themselves and put the bike upright. Then the guy looked right at me and gave me this stare, looking real pissed off and shit. Then he got back on his bike with his passenger, and they sped off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole journey I was replaying that scene over and over again in my head. Shit. I thought I was gonna be in some fucking trouble. But when I thought about it, it wasn't my fault. I guess I just felt bad cos the dude gave me a menacing stare. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the title, I realised maybe I have some sort of gift for predicting the future, or making it happen..next time i'll almost send a message like 'Sorry I can't make it, I'm busy making out with Jeon Ji Hyung.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111370262669353969?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111370262669353969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111370262669353969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-awesome-p.html' title='I am awesome :P'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111347044227643343</id><published>2005-04-14T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T17:20:42.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drama in the evening</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or do dreams or nightmares get more fucked up the more sleep deprived a person is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my finals this week so I've been studying most of the time I'm conscious. The problem with that is I've been awake about 16-18 hours for the past few days meaning I'm not getting enough shut eye. Anyway, for these past few days I've been having the most whacked up dreams ever. Take for instance last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt I was living in a hostel full with koreans (for some reason I could understand their language and vice-versa) and I captivated a ju-on-kid-ish like boy the size of a 3 year old kid in a red bucket filled with water. This "pet" or boy had to be kept in water because it absorbed all the powers of ghost in its nearby surroundings and used those powers for mad killing frenzies. Anyway me and my friends, Korean don't forget, were playing cards or something in my room, which looked almost identical to my hostel room when we knocked over the bucket. Not knowing the danger they unleashed they carried on with the game. I on the other hand was panicking and screaming for everyone to get the fuck out the furthest distance away possible from the "kid", in Korean mind you. The whole hostel was panicking as the ghost flew from one room to the next killing all its occupants while I just stood in my room in shock. I myself then in time found the courage to run out of the room and down the stairs. As I was near the exit I suddenly caught a glance of the thing flying closer to me at an unimaginable speed. Then my girlfriend called to wake me up. Is that some fucked up shit or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I didn't mention that I also, in the last couple of days, unconsciously picked up the phone when my close friend called thinking it was my father. And that's not the end of it. According to him I was mumbling a lot of of bullshit and even asked where my tennis balls were, like it mattered at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up I tell you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111347044227643343?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111347044227643343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111347044227643343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/drama-in-evening.html' title='drama in the evening'/><author><name>FerMan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11150153270076762009</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111340501764512593</id><published>2005-04-13T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T23:10:17.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sally, Spot and Puff</title><content type='html'>I know, its a sin. I have plagiarised. But please spare your accusing glares at me and direct them to Sally, Spot and Puff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;Two                          Pets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nationallampoon.com/nl/08_features/dickinjane/1.jpg" align="right" border="0" height="193" width="269" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;See                          Spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;See                          Spot hump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;See                          Spot hump Puff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;Hump!                          Hump! Hump!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;Puff!                          Puff! Puff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come,                          Spot, come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+2;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;Who                          Can Guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nationallampoon.com/nl/08_features/dickinjane/5.jpg" align="right" border="0" height="326" width="340" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;                         &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;"I                          have a funny animal in the box," said Sally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;"Who                          can guess what it is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;Who                          can guess what is in the box?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                   &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;"I                          can guess," said Dick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;"It                          is Puff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;Puff                          is in the box."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                          &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;"No,                          no," said Sally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;"It                          is not Puff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;Puff                          is not in the box."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                          &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;"I                          can guess," said Jane "it is Spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;Spot                          is in the box."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                 &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;"No,                          no," said Sally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;"It                          is not Spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;Spot                          is not in the box."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                          &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;"I                          can guess," said Mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;"It                          is Tim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;Little                          Tim is in the box."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                          &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;"No,                          no," said Sally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;"It                          is not Tim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;Little                          Tim is not in the box."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                          &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;"I                          can guess," said Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;"It                          is a bearded clam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;A                          bearded clam is in the box."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                          &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;"Yes,                          yes!" laughed Sally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;"You                          have guessed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;It                          is a bearded clam."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                          &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;img src="http://www.nationallampoon.com/nl/08_features/dickinjane/5a.jpg" border="0" height="128" width="204" /&gt;                        &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&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/8650652-111340501764512593?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111340501764512593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111340501764512593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/sally-spot-and-puff_13.html' title='Sally, Spot and Puff'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04511843940023943468</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111331786478175243</id><published>2005-04-12T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T22:57:44.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliches</title><content type='html'>I was flipping through the TV channels and came across this infommercial on this tummy trimmer. Basically it's like a belt you put around your waist and the thing jiggles and apparently you can lose weight that way. I'll rant about all these fake advertising another day. Anyway, the host picks one up, and goes "Big things come in small packages, and it's true for the (insert product name here)!" and I thought to myself, "Wow, what a way to abuse cliches!" and I realized how many cliches all these informmercials use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some examples, and I made the name of the products up cause I forgot what they're really called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Size does matter! With the Weight Loss Pills 3000, you'll lose weight just like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What you see is what you get, and that is indeed true, with the Unbreakable Sunglasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Less is more! Introducing the new juice squeezer, get more juice out of one orange, than you can with 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They probably forgot to mention that if something is too good to be true, it probably is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111331786478175243?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111331786478175243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111331786478175243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/cliches.html' title='Cliches'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111323497553448945</id><published>2005-04-11T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:32:15.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coz I'll be Home on a saturday night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wooooooooooooooooo... and that was one amazing weekend! If there was a ball that kicked ass, that was it. I've never really walked away from a ball which I thoroughly enjoyed, but i'm glad i can finally say senior ball was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jazz band was awesome, even though they were bastards at first for eating McDonalds on stage  and kind of ruining the whole scene. I forgive them personally coz the guitarist is a god, and he makes rueben look like a n00b. I don't know too many ppl who can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something beautiful about watching drunk ppl do their thing, and go about their ways. Why? The answer lies in the question: "What is superficial in this world?". Everybody has a social mask of some sort which they carry around wherever they go, whether it be a big cover up or almost none at all, it always does exist. Always. Your social mask is what allows you to be accepted by the majority of society. You don't tell ppl they are fat because they may get hurt or whatever other consequences it may bear, likewise you don't fart out loud in church, and you try your best the keep a lot of your feelings to yourself most of the time... for obvious reasons. However, when you get drunk, everything and anything goes. All your inhibitions go down the drain, and all that is left is your raw, animal roots, your core... you and yourself and nothing else. They say the drunk him is the real him (or her). There are no lies, no false compliments, no deciet... just the truth, and what is real. That, is what is so beautiful about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was extremely true that night. In the short span of about 5 minutes I probably learnt more about my friends than I have for the past 2 months. I'm glad to say, that they actually do like me :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;"TJ, I've got to tell you man..." *stumbles across the room*... "you're one crazy fuck for doing what you did, but hell... everything turned out fine in the end, and hell... I support you for it".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful words by Calvin :), before he proceeded to do pushups and running laps around the room for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I always heard this was true, but never experienced it first hand. Girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; so much more vulnerable when they're drunk. This girl was practically hugging me half the time in there, and I didn't even do anything! Funny how it was in front of her boyfriend.... who actually didn't really seem to mind... says something :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to bore anymore of you to tears so I'll just leave you with these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/geowongyt/TJYuhana.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;awww..... Picture perfect :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/geowongyt/WeAreTheED.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are the ED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Twin" brothers of IMU... I don't agree though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/geowongyt/Morons.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life sucks.... thank god for friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/geowongyt/TJSK.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This... is the future generation of doctors! Hey, don't laugh, I'll be saving your ass someday.&lt;br /&gt;Actually... the other dude is going to be a pilot. Congrats to Seng Kiet the man! (He's not in IMU... anymore :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111323497553448945?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111323497553448945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111323497553448945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/coz-ill-be-home-on-saturday-night.html' title='Coz I&apos;ll be Home on a saturday night!'/><author><name>TJTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18165418312856425502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111322281123920866</id><published>2005-04-11T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T20:33:31.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 lectures, 3 pracs for 2.5%... yay</title><content type='html'>Tmw I've got a test at 11am. So here I am blogging to take a break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more pick up lines&lt;br /&gt;1) Hey my name is James, would you like my autograph?&lt;br /&gt;2) Hey my name is James, perhaps you've heard of me?&lt;br /&gt;3) Hey are your parents retarded, coz you're really special.&lt;br /&gt;4) My love for you is like diarrhoea, I just can't control it!&lt;br /&gt;I've tried the first 2 before. The korean girl who I tried the first one on said she wanted my autograph (how nice of her) but alas I didn't have a pen and paper. The girl who I tried the second one on gave me this wierd look, and my friend dived in to save her saying "Don't worry, its just his wierd pick-up lines", and she gave me an even wierder look. Can you say "HUMILIATION"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111322281123920866?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111322281123920866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111322281123920866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/28-lectures-3-pracs-for-25-yay.html' title='28 lectures, 3 pracs for 2.5%... yay'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07730602377541144489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.shardsofheaven.net/images/HAHA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111314403096548110</id><published>2005-04-10T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T22:40:30.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boner?</title><content type='html'>Seriously, looking around my cousin's old comics I came to a conclusion that people in the 60's or 80's had no fucking idea what word they were using! I found this old Batman comic and decided to share this freakishly stupid comic with you. It's funny when a comic mentions a boner once... but when they mention it on like every frame, you laugh the shit out of yourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/levelord/batman01.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/levelord/batman02.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/levelord/batman03.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/levelord/batman04.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/levelord/batman05.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/levelord/batman06.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/levelord/batman07.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. I wish I could pull off the perfect boner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111314403096548110?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111314403096548110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111314403096548110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/boner.html' title='A Boner?'/><author><name>CHUN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074912244771707837</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111314374151667578</id><published>2005-04-10T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T22:35:41.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was that rhethorical?</title><content type='html'>Just now I was having dinner with my cousins and my younger sister, when she asked me "could I try that?" and pointed to my milk shake. Before I even answer, she took my cup and took a sip of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her "What if I said 'No'? You'd still drink it! Why do you even bother to ask?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she smiled sheepishly and couldn't come up with an answer, like she was embarassed for commiting the biggest crime in the world! (damn right she did! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, since I was such a nice brother that I was I didn't pour the shake on her head and stuffed fries in her face..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day "could I try that?" becomes a rhethorical question, we'd have polite gropers running around the streets, asking before they touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111314374151667578?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111314374151667578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111314374151667578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/was-that-rhethorical.html' title='Was that rhethorical?'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111311483460379487</id><published>2005-04-10T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T14:33:54.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and Expression</title><content type='html'>You know how the kind of music you listen to reflects the kind of person you are right? Like how people who listen to punk and emo are emotional punks and the people who listen to Metallica are ready to go on a destructive rampage (both of which just about covers everyone on this blog)...&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life I can't find music to express me anymore. Like everytime when I used to be sad the song on the stereo would be something like Damien Rice - Cannonball and whenever I'm angry I'd listen to UnderOATH and Emery (hmm maybe the idea is flawed coz when I'm happy I listen to My Chemical Romance - I'm Not Okay).. but anyways.. my stereo is playing the sounds of silence now.. I feel wierd and emotionless and I'm just ranting because I wanted to post something but had nothing to post about except for probaly this and the fact I have laundry I haven't done for a while and the result of which being I'm out of underwear to wear (oh dear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO my pic is up.. I look like a poser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways its now back to the real world (not the World of Warcraft) . I have to study 5 weeks worth of lectures and pracs for a test on Tuesday afternoon, can u say dEADDD?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111311483460379487?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111311483460379487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111311483460379487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/music-and-expression.html' title='Music and Expression'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07730602377541144489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.shardsofheaven.net/images/HAHA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111308660976801860</id><published>2005-04-10T06:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T06:43:29.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampire's tea-bags</title><content type='html'>Nose bleeds have been the major cause of blood stains on clothing since long ago. They are often caused by gang fights, excessive hentai or brain hemorrhages. Well there is no need to fret anymore. As all of you know the common 2-ply tissue has become less than efficient to cope with the large amounts of blood gushing out from one or both nostrils. We have come up with a new solution to this problem some of us may have to face in the future. All you need is a box of tampons (preferably mini sized ones) and a pair of scissors. Open the sealed up tampon and insert it into the bleeding nostril. Then using the pair of scissors cut of the excess string dangling down from ur nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been an Evening Drama public health announcement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111308660976801860?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111308660976801860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111308660976801860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/vampires-tea-bags.html' title='Vampire&apos;s tea-bags'/><author><name>FerMan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11150153270076762009</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111297620376434025</id><published>2005-04-09T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T00:03:23.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad english</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;How many money you got?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111297620376434025?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111297620376434025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111297620376434025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/bad-english.html' title='Bad english'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111291985699417898</id><published>2005-04-08T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T08:24:16.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speaking of condoms...</title><content type='html'>If ever you thought buying cigarettes was a "macho" thing any guy could do in a 7-11...then try buying a pack of condoms...preferably a 12-pack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to a conclusion that buying condoms surpasses the "macho-ness" or "cool-ness" of a guy buying fags by ten-fold...I mean it is for the same reason that girls think smokers are cool in the first place...by trying to do something out of the ordinary...something considered as law-breaking or illegal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys...the next time you walk into your local supermarket to stack up on your supplies...theres no need to be embaressed...just think of how manly you would be perceived as by the cute counter girl...maybe you could even spare 1 or 2 for her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111291985699417898?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111291985699417898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111291985699417898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/speaking-of-condoms.html' title='speaking of condoms...'/><author><name>FerMan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11150153270076762009</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111286940616244864</id><published>2005-04-07T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T23:34:00.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contraceptives</title><content type='html'>So just the other day, I was at the chemist doing some shopping when I walked past this section for men. There on the shelves were a plethora of colourful little boxes and so out of curiousity I walked over to investigate. And on these little boxes I could see heaps of cleavages and durian looking abs. Then only I realise these were condoms. Lifestyle, dura, etc etc all sorts of nonsense you wanted, they had. There were enough condoms on the shelf to last a horny man's lifetime. Excluding TJ though, cos, he ain't getting any putzy. Random ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets get back to the point. I felt pretty damn uncomfortable standing and staring at the condoms with other shoppers around me so I just took a quick look. Man, did I see some weird disturbing shit. They had stuff like glow in the dark fluorescent condoms, and of all flavours, they had shit like durian flavoured condoms. Not too bad at all, very Malaysian I thought. And then I also saw ones that were ribbed and studded. The studded ones looked really nasty. Like grandpa's tumour infested penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to my field of discussion- pardon my ignorance, but do chicks really dig these fancy add-ons on condoms? Where did the good old fucking days go? Do ribbed and studded condoms make you chicks orgasm more intensely? Please do share with all of us. I am sure everyone is interested about your sex life. I don't mind if you just leave your name anonymous ;) And for guys, what do you think of girls who carry condoms in their hello kitty purses?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111286940616244864?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111286940616244864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111286940616244864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/contraceptives.html' title='Contraceptives'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04511843940023943468</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111286573819212315</id><published>2005-04-07T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T17:22:18.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pick up line 2</title><content type='html'>Here's a weirder one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, did you just fart? Cause you BLOW ME AWAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P Accepting all flames now... hehehee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111286573819212315?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111286573819212315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111286573819212315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/pick-up-line-2.html' title='A pick up line 2'/><author><name>CHUN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074912244771707837</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111279914862698145</id><published>2005-04-06T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T22:52:28.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pick up line</title><content type='html'>Shit I came up with the best pick up line ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes "So, do you come in all sizes- or just cute?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111279914862698145?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111279914862698145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111279914862698145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/pick-up-line.html' title='A pick up line'/><author><name>goodnewsgeorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXtj49wQs5w/TTbhGEMX93I/AAAAAAAAABo/WSgNFFSS1JY/S220/at_100x100_iconfinn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111272152980896351</id><published>2005-04-06T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T01:46:10.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalie who?</title><content type='html'>I remember growing up with the biggest crush on Natalie Imbruglia... yes, the girl I loved who nobody else liked. "Why do you like Natalie Imbruglia man?", "Natalie what?", "She sucks!". I didn't care, nobody could have ever talked me out of it. I always did have a strange taste for girls. (still do?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh when I remember the times where it got so bad, I even had dreams of marrying her one day, even though she was a hundred years older than me. I was so crazy I was probably going to name my own daughters 'Natalie' ... maybe even my sons. I had every single song she ever released, I would never forget her... but eventually, I did. What could have possibly happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I turned 14, 'nuff said. Started listening to a different genre of music altogether, got a life, made friends... basically, moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, an incredible age of 5 years later, a time when I've finally long forgotten whatever insane infatuation I ever had in the first place... alas, it appears I have really not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a jolt, here's a newsflash! Her 3rd album was released 2 days ago!! Damn its going to kick ass! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET IT NOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out -&lt;br /&gt;Natalie Imbruglia - Shiver&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;Natalie Imbruglia - Satellite&lt;br /&gt;Natalie Imbruglia - Hurricane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111272152980896351?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111272152980896351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111272152980896351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/natalie-who.html' title='Natalie who?'/><author><name>TJTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18165418312856425502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111269060550178587</id><published>2005-04-05T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T16:43:25.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who put the bomb in the toilet bowl...</title><content type='html'>So who put the bomb in the toilet bowl? Have you noticed most of life's problems are a problem with perspective and overdramatasized reactions?&lt;br /&gt;How's this for an analogy? You just took a poop. You didn't want to flush it. Instead you chucked  a grenade in to the toilet bowl and decorated the nice white tiles of ur toilet with a certain shade of brown.&lt;br /&gt;I guess alot of times in life we fail to see the flush button. Having poo in ur toilet bowl isn't such a big deal after all... in fact its a very small and normal thing. And pushing the flush button would make things so much more cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my picture on the Evening Drama Crew list???? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111269060550178587?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111269060550178587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111269060550178587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/who-put-bomb-in-toilet-bowl.html' title='Who put the bomb in the toilet bowl...'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07730602377541144489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.shardsofheaven.net/images/HAHA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111242566207570198</id><published>2005-04-02T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T15:07:42.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice</title><content type='html'>Wow we've been around for 7 months..that's pretty impressive and we've managed to chalk up 7k++ hits since November..another great achievement. Let's get this ball rolling folks! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111242566207570198?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111242566207570198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111242566207570198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/nice.html' title='Nice'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615015114088576223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwMRDNwH_E/SSwhWnBByZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sRXPzspy2q8/S220/av.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650652.post-111242322787587571</id><published>2005-04-02T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T14:27:44.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Your Bases Are Belong To Us</title><content type='html'>Who set us up the bomb?&lt;br /&gt;And hence let this mark the comeback.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650652-111242322787587571?l=eveningdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111242322787587571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650652/posts/default/111242322787587571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com/2005/04/all-your-bases-are-belong-to-us.html' title='All Your Bases Are Belong To Us'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04511843940023943468</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></entry></feed>
