<?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-5139742877134762679</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:13:59.737-07:00</updated><category term='runescape'/><category term='poem paradox'/><category term='random dragorgon ninja zaim pangaea'/><category term='alphabets'/><category term='random bladder rambo jon weiyang jiannee elmo'/><title type='text'>underrated simplicity</title><subtitle type='html'>never regretted a single decision, coz I met you</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-3580106114591782872</id><published>2011-07-28T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T17:59:38.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A healed heart is better than one that has never been broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's near impossible to hate you for making me fall in love with you, or for anything else in that matter. You literally light up the brightest days in the most darkest of times, simply by saying hello. And I hate how all your flaws is the exact same thing that made me fell in love with you. You're down to earth, yet you have your own problems, that I wish were mine to share as well. I've told you how i felt about you, and you simply smiled and laughed. It didn't break my heart, it didn't make it skip a beat either. We're still friends, with the exception that I can freely express my love towards you most of the time. And for that, thank you, for actually giving me the chance to give away love. I ask nothing in return, and I just hope that some day i'll break this habit. If I ever do, you'll be the first person I thank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-3580106114591782872?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/3580106114591782872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=3580106114591782872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3580106114591782872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3580106114591782872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2011/07/healed-heart-is-better-than-one-that.html' title='A healed heart is better than one that has never been broken'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-6349205566862677859</id><published>2011-07-19T06:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T06:14:25.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yknow what sucks? I live a life of indulgence, luxury and little to no hardwork required for those two. And it sickens me that I get all these privelleges without having to feel like I shouldn't take these for granted. Who the fuck gives away a laptop just because someone wants one!? No one. Fucking. No one. Take for example. I have a friend whom has to constantly deal with her bipolar disorder and crazy moodswings and depression... It's like her being able to survive each day is a gift by itself, and I didn't know this shit until I started caring about her. People like that need to be congratulated and then some. THEY FUCKING SURVIVED A DAY GOING THROUGH SHIT NORMAL PEOPLE WOULD RATHER NOT HAVE TO SUFFER. It doesn't fucking help either that her moms a drunk. She went to a mental hospital, she got molested by drunk guys, her friends are backstabbing bitches. And she lives through all of it. Like a fucking superhero. I just wish I could give her my life for a change, and LET ME GO THROUGH ALL THAT so that she could live a happy life, coz so far i'm not doing anything worth while. I'm just enjoying life like it's been taken for granted. What the fuck right? I just wish that somehow, some way, her life would just all turn around, and she'd be able to find happiness out of all this mess. I would do everything in my power to help make that happen, even if it means having to sacrifice part of myself. She deserves it. and out of all that, shes turned out to mostly be something that all guys would say perfect. She's beautiful, she's kind, caring, funny, and don't get me started on her charms. sigh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Of course, this is a rant. I just needed to vent all this anger and frustration out. It's the most I can do coz for now, i'm stuck with whatever I have. A laptop, internet, and my 10 fingers to do the typing. Just give her a genie or something. Please. She deserves it. Of all the things she could be, I DONT WANT HER TO LEAD A DEPRESSING LIFE. She wants to be an artist, she should be able to find a caring boyfriend or husband who will never abuse her even if a gun was pointed at him. And all the privelleges the good life has to offer... she fucking cried for me when I was depressed, why can't i do the same for her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so here goes. FUCK. MY. LIFE. I wish i could still remember these feelings even after I become succesful. IF i become successful. ..........&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/5139742877134762679-6349205566862677859?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/6349205566862677859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=6349205566862677859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/6349205566862677859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/6349205566862677859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2011/07/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-2900891966886876404</id><published>2011-01-23T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T20:56:08.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti drug week play</title><content type='html'>Professor 1: As part of a study to investigate the effects of narcotic and hallucinogenic substances on&lt;br /&gt;people, me and my other 2 colleagues have agreed to choose 2 random and unwilling volunteers in our drug experimentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: Do take note that this play is being performed by skilled actors and should not be attempted at home. Any injuries or fatalities caused when trying this at home will not be liable to us. Also you will be labelled as the idiot who tried to copy something and failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: Now our 2 guards will randomly pick 2 people from the crowd for our experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Guard 1 and 2 picks 2 people*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: -makes a hustle- HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING, GET OFF ME! I DON'T WANNA DO THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: -confused- Huh? what's going on? Where are you taking me!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: Welcome volunteers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: I didn't volunteer for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: You are either chosen, or have been chosen to be lab rats for our experiment today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: I like rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: Wait, actually I like mice more, DO I GET TO BE A WHITE MOUSE!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor(s): .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: LET THE TEST BEGIN!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: TEST!? WHAT TEST!? WAIT I HAVEN'T STUDIED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: For the first drug we shall test, we will choose Lysergic Acid Diethylamide, LSD, or more commonly known by its drug users as 'acid'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: I don't think injecting us with acid will make us feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Professor 3 takes out syringe and stabs the 2 volunteers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: OUCH! THAT HURTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: hehehehehehehehehehheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: What's wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: heheheheheheheheheeheheheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: OH GOD, YOU'RE TRANSFORMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: AAAAHHH IM TRANSFORMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: OH MY GOD DUDE! YOUR HAND IS A PIANO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: The subject seems to be hallucinating that subject 2's hand turned into a piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: I can see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: You can see his hand turning into a piano too? And I thought you were clean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: I am clean..well.until now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: Wait..YOU ACTUALLY TOOK THAT DRUG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: Is it obvious? Oh..your head's turning into a popsicle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: Nevermind that, let's get on with the experiment shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: You look delicious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: *Hits Professor 2 on the head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: Ok now you're melting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: Okay... on to drug number 2, Tetrahydrocannibanol, otherwise known as cannabis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: Professor, please give them some cannon bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Professor 3 applies cannabis to the dudes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: Heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: Heheheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: Nothings happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: Hehehehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: *Facepalm* Oh my gonadotrophic hormones...you took this drug too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: I..hehehe..thought..hehe..it..hehe..was... coke... *burps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: Heheheh... hey I gotta joke for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: What did sushi A say to sushi B?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: WASSABI!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Guy 1 and 2 roll on floor laughing their asses off out loud (ROFLTAOOL)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: *Mumbles* Note to self...fire Professor 2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: I heard that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: I wasnt under the impression you can hear with all that giggling you were doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: Im not laughing anymore..wait....IM NOT LAUGHING ANYMORE! *(which is cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: Alright then... Test subjects, are you good enough to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: I feel very depressed now... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: Yeah me too... im so emo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 3: PROFESSOR! THE TEST SUBJECTS GOT DEPRESSED AFTER THE DRUG EFFECTS HAVE SUBSIDED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: I know... YOU EMOTIONLESS BASKET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: He's depressed too? JUST GREAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 3: I guess...these are the aftereffects of the drugs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: Yes...while consuming them will give you the feeling of ecstatic happiness.after that it will mess up your mood and make you really depress like girls during their period month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: I hate you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: moving on, shall we now test the effects of psylocibin mushrooms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Professor 3 administers shrooms on the dudes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: Dude, i heard you like mudkips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The test subjects suddenly fly around randomly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: what in dinosawrs name are they doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: I think they're flying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: Wait why am I flying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: *facepalms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 3: So... can i fly too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 3:*SAD FACE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: OH GOD UNICORNS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: PHOENIXES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: Algebraaaaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: I guess I don't have to ask if you''ve taken this drug or not...*sighes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: Huh? Oh, moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 3: So should we test out ecstacy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: No, I think we should check out marijuana first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 3: I SAID I WANT ECSTACY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: OKAY OKAY! ECSTACY IT IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Professor 3 administers ecstacy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: ... Did you just inject some on yourself too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: NO I LOVE YOU MORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: Guy 2, we didnt give you the drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: I know, i just love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 3: I LOVE 3.14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: I LOVE SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: *facepalm* says here after using ecstacy, the user will not remember what he/she has done during the period of intake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: Wait what did he say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: He said you will have amnesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: Who has amnesia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: You do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: I have what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: Amnesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: whats amnesia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: the thing where you lose your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: what loses its memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: amnesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: you have amnesia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: no you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: I have what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: Amnesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: ... OKAY POINT TAKEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: What point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: The point that ecstacy gives you amnesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: What's amnesia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: *facepalms and looks up to the ceiling with arms raised* Forgive him Father..for he has sinned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: Who sinned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: Me what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: nevermind... off to the next drug, caffeine! ADMINISTER THE DRUG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 3: Roger that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: Save it Professor 3..this isnt Counter Strike..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* GO GO GO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: I said stop it, we're not in counter strike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 2: He didnt say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: Then who said that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*door busts open and cops flood in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*epic scene ensues*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop: Professors, you are under arrest for the illegal drug trafficking of drugs, and the forced application of drugs onto innocent civilians. You shall be given the death penalty for your horrible crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor 1: NOOOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scene shows cops arrest professors and sent to jail*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-2900891966886876404?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/2900891966886876404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=2900891966886876404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2900891966886876404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2900891966886876404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2011/01/anti-drug-week-play.html' title='Anti drug week play'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-7807241685193047982</id><published>2010-10-26T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T10:26:16.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to see</title><content type='html'>I am a guy.&lt;br /&gt;I actually like school, except on thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;I wear baggy shirts coz they keep me cool.&lt;br /&gt;I currently am single, but not really looking for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I am posting stuff about me here coz i know no one will read it.&lt;br /&gt;I have a gaming addiction that's pretty hard to shake off.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tendency to fall in love a bajillion times each year, and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;I can't run fast, so i'll be the first one to die if a zombie outbreak happens.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I really do wish the world would end that way, at least I get to have fun killing em.&lt;br /&gt;I imagine ALOT, but my skills in art can be compared to a 10 year old.&lt;br /&gt;My daydreams never lead to anything good.&lt;br /&gt;I often get called stupid or retarded, and I don't mind it at all.&lt;br /&gt;I hate eating cheese by itself, but I love eating food that has cheese on it.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of times, I would randomly get up and do something stupid/random/crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I like to shake my leg when im on my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people I talk to on msn are little girls... and no i'm not a pedophile. It's just sad though.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be smart, until gaming ruined my intelligence. I still regret it.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done a single thing that remotely suggests that i'm paving a secure future.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself sometimes, and wish I was never born, and I rarely reveal this to people.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, people think I don't have a single care in the world, and that hurts sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Being raised in a broken family, it gets a bit hectic, leading my life to ruins.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my dad, but at times, when he's kind and sporting, I change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;They say i'm a rebel, but really, i'm a pussy.&lt;br /&gt;I suck at arguments. I usually give up instantly, but never submit to their way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I think gays are retarded.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but arguing with me won't change my mind about them.&lt;br /&gt;My ego is huge.&lt;br /&gt;All my life i've been masking my sorrows and emotions, and people tend to look up to me for that, but I look up to them coz they get express their emotions freely.&lt;br /&gt;The only emotions I ever express freely is happiness.&lt;br /&gt;At times, I will also disguise my sorrow with happiness, and so far, no ones noticed yet.&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise to myself last year that I will never fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I broke that promise.&lt;br /&gt;Now my hearts writhing in pain.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I can see how pathetic I am, and how I always look up to God for guidance, but never really truly believing in him as his follower.&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm going to hell.&lt;br /&gt;Most people wouldn't wanna go travel back in time to fix their past, coz they claim what's done is done, but I would do anything to change mine.&lt;br /&gt;My childhood was filled with misery and loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I wish I had the freedom of being a 7 year old kid.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have real friends, but I care about them enough to make sure they don't know my real thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I always talk about this kind of stuff at 1 am.&lt;br /&gt;This is a really depressing post, and I know no one's gonna read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I just wanted to express my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still hide my emotions from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could actually put a real smiley face here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-7807241685193047982?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/7807241685193047982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=7807241685193047982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7807241685193047982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7807241685193047982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2010/10/nothing-to-see.html' title='Nothing to see'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-4190471558678434996</id><published>2010-10-24T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T10:07:22.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefully no one reads this</title><content type='html'>The mind game she's playing on me is pure torture... I can't take it anymore. I NEED TO TELL HER. AAAARRGGHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-4190471558678434996?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/4190471558678434996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=4190471558678434996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4190471558678434996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4190471558678434996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2010/10/hopefully-no-one-reads-this.html' title='Hopefully no one reads this'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-7753991684259565715</id><published>2010-03-15T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T09:27:46.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im bawrd</title><content type='html'>Wow... last post was September 1 2009... and today is... 16th of march 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W00t half a year of bloglessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only reason I even bothered to hitchhike my ass up to this site is coz i wanted some place where i could talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or someone would be nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... FML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-7753991684259565715?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/7753991684259565715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=7753991684259565715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7753991684259565715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7753991684259565715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-bawrd.html' title='Im bawrd'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-7818306555619965090</id><published>2009-09-01T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T02:24:07.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school sucks</title><content type='html'>wanna know what i would do whenever its add maths period?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step 1: open up book&lt;br /&gt;step 2: cover my whole head&lt;br /&gt;step 3: sleep&lt;br /&gt;step 4: wake up when class ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate school&lt;br /&gt;but biologies kinda cool&lt;br /&gt;hey that rhymed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-7818306555619965090?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/7818306555619965090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=7818306555619965090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7818306555619965090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7818306555619965090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-sucks.html' title='school sucks'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-2424032145264758206</id><published>2009-07-29T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:37:33.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is why i stone alot in class</title><content type='html'>Welcome everyone to another edition of, "whats going on in zaims mind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situation 1: walking back home from school&lt;br /&gt;"i wonder if theres a car with a friend in it passing by"&lt;br /&gt;"oh theres one!"&lt;br /&gt;sup!&lt;br /&gt;"oh its that asshole -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situation 2: following mom to grocery shopping in tesco&lt;br /&gt;"oh great another trolley with a f***ed up wheel, just my luck"&lt;br /&gt;"a turns coming, drift drift!"&lt;br /&gt;BAM!&lt;br /&gt;"oh shit, walk away... walk away... whistle like you know how to whistle..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situation 3: brushing my teeth&lt;br /&gt;"hmm, out of toothpaste, or maybe not... ill see if i can squeeze some out or stick my toothbrush in it"&lt;br /&gt;"left, right, left, right, left, right"&lt;br /&gt;"up, down, up, down, up, down"&lt;br /&gt;*gargle gargle*&lt;br /&gt;*choke*&lt;br /&gt;"EUGH"&lt;br /&gt;"eww i just drank toothpaste water, cool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situation 4: inside an elevator&lt;br /&gt;"MUST... RESIST... URGE... TO... PRESS.... ALL... BUTTONS..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-2424032145264758206?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/2424032145264758206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=2424032145264758206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2424032145264758206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2424032145264758206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-why-i-stone-alot-in-class.html' title='this is why i stone alot in class'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-9191354052834416506</id><published>2009-07-22T18:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:53:10.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This day sucks</title><content type='html'>Ever felt like you werent good enough for someone and you just wanna kill yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im not feeling that &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-9191354052834416506?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/9191354052834416506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=9191354052834416506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/9191354052834416506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/9191354052834416506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-day-sucks.html' title='This day sucks'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-4583409445900789175</id><published>2009-07-15T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:50:22.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F1 project pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sl7NnqsZrtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2gbYhLOrSjw/s1600-h/F1+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358946687976582866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sl7NnqsZrtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2gbYhLOrSjw/s400/F1+logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sl7NnBmjF9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/peKMZCdCins/s1600-h/F1+car+banner.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358946676946180050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sl7NnBmjF9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/peKMZCdCins/s400/F1+car+banner.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-4583409445900789175?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/4583409445900789175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=4583409445900789175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4583409445900789175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4583409445900789175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/07/f1-project-pictures.html' title='F1 project pictures'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sl7NnqsZrtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2gbYhLOrSjw/s72-c/F1+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-4375921971520414495</id><published>2009-07-11T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:46:39.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She was a liar</title><content type='html'>When i was in standard 1 once, I lost all my pokemon cards to a teacher coz i brought em to school. But she was a kind teacher and took a different approach in confiscating my cards. Heres what she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Zaim, me and some other teachers wanna play pokemon cards, can i borrow yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-4375921971520414495?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/4375921971520414495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=4375921971520414495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4375921971520414495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4375921971520414495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-was-liar.html' title='She was a liar'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-9077074746815093907</id><published>2009-07-09T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T05:51:29.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im dead</title><content type='html'>Homework piles up as high as mount everest. Biology report and notes, Physic and add maths equations, Chemistry problems, History essay and structures, BM essays and synopsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Im gonna die with this procrastinating lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Neds School Survival Guide cant help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me...&lt;br /&gt;me...&lt;br /&gt;me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-9077074746815093907?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/9077074746815093907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=9077074746815093907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/9077074746815093907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/9077074746815093907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-dead.html' title='Im dead'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-4562704275996343866</id><published>2009-07-08T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:08:12.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confused already -.-</title><content type='html'>Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; u ler kungfu ninja&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; im not a ninja&lt;br /&gt; im a Hero&lt;br /&gt; a Warrior&lt;br /&gt; protect thoese who needs protection&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; warrior gets owned by magician&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt; magicians cant win me in arm wrestle&lt;br /&gt; speed&lt;br /&gt; evasion&lt;br /&gt; everything&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; warrior not suppose to be good in speed lar&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; they are useless without mana&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; eh you go study&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; with my Diffusal blade&lt;br /&gt; they are DOOM&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; warrior nothing without hp&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt; thats bull shit&lt;br /&gt; thats maple story&lt;br /&gt; real life&lt;br /&gt; they are the one that tank everything&lt;br /&gt; they are the lifesaver&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; real life dont have warriors&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; they are the warrior of peace&lt;br /&gt; ur ass&lt;br /&gt; i can prove to u&lt;br /&gt; WARRIOR EXISTS&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; nowadays people use kung fu sniper just shoot them die&lt;br /&gt; pistol die&lt;br /&gt; shotgun die&lt;br /&gt; bomb die&lt;br /&gt; fire die&lt;br /&gt; fall die&lt;br /&gt; crush die&lt;br /&gt; car hit die&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; thoese are warrior also&lt;br /&gt; but now day&lt;br /&gt; they call themself&lt;br /&gt; HITMAN&lt;br /&gt; POLICE&lt;br /&gt; SERIAL KILLER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; THIEF&lt;br /&gt; SWAT TEAM&lt;br /&gt; FBI&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; hitman assasin lar!&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; CID&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt; you and your warrior&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; because i have a soul&lt;br /&gt; i have honour&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; lame&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; did i spelled it wrongly?&lt;br /&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt; or honor&lt;br /&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; u tell me backstabbing me at school honorable ar?&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; when did i backstab u&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; when i wasnt looking duhh&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; yeah rite&lt;br /&gt; thats the way of the warrior also&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; warrior dont backstab people!&lt;br /&gt; they just go tank!&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; they do&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; head on attack!&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; only dumb warriors dont&lt;br /&gt; they dont know any combination skills&lt;br /&gt; warrior with only warrior skills&lt;br /&gt; whats the use&lt;br /&gt; USELESS&lt;br /&gt; warrior shud combine their skills with other skills&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; then its hybird warrior lar&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; that what makes u a better HERO&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; hybrid!&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; cut the nonsense facts&lt;br /&gt; what most important is&lt;br /&gt; STAY ALIVE&lt;br /&gt; dont let your enemy take u down&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; the only people thinking stay dead is emos&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; and thats the true&lt;br /&gt; yeah u&lt;br /&gt; ur the emo&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; if i was emo&lt;br /&gt; i wouldnt be caring about u&lt;br /&gt; talking to u&lt;br /&gt; and argueing with u&lt;br /&gt; about ur warrior&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt; ur zaim&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; AND UR ANDREW&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; zaim is a ninja shit&lt;br /&gt; he emos&lt;br /&gt; like a f1&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; i dont like ninja lar&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; thats way the sound goes&lt;br /&gt; the same&lt;br /&gt; allt he time&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; you think ninja exists nowadays ar?&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt; modern ninja&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; the closest thing to ninja now is all that kungfu art stuff&lt;br /&gt; modern ninja is hitman lar&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; YEAH LAH STUPID&lt;br /&gt; Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt;*you think ninja exists nowadays ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; then u say hitman is modern warior also&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt;*the closest thing to ninja now is all that kungfu art stuff&lt;br /&gt; ern ninja is hitman lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; see&lt;br /&gt; also acn&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; aiyoh talking about nonsense lar u&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; no u are&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; warriors dont exist&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; WARRIOR&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; ninjas dont exist&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; DO EXIST&lt;br /&gt; stupid&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; by definittion&lt;br /&gt; they dont exist&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; Warrior Exist&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; by your point of view&lt;br /&gt; they do exist&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; no one believes in definition dude&lt;br /&gt; warrior exist&lt;br /&gt; and its the fact&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; tell me&lt;br /&gt; what guy&lt;br /&gt; goes on a head to head battle&lt;br /&gt; using his hands&lt;br /&gt; and the guy his fighting uses machinegun&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; why dont have&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; got or not&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; jackie chan&lt;br /&gt; JET LI&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; you really think he can do that?&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; see what they always do&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; REALLY THINK?&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; they run run&lt;br /&gt; go near&lt;br /&gt; kick the gun&lt;br /&gt; and use hand fight&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; REALLY REALLY THINK?&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; its not think&lt;br /&gt; its comfirm&lt;br /&gt; look at bruce lee&lt;br /&gt; his real&lt;br /&gt; he use a nunchakka instead of a gun&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; u watch too many hong kong movies&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; dude&lt;br /&gt; THIS IS NOT MOVIES&lt;br /&gt; this is REAL&lt;br /&gt; sohai&lt;br /&gt; u better dont argue&lt;br /&gt; Bruce lee dont use gun&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; if its real u wouldnt know about that&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; they all use martial arts&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; coz they would keep it a secret&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; u wont know about it either&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; i know they know how to do martial arts&lt;br /&gt; ok then we all dont know lar&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; the best weapon is&lt;br /&gt; ur hands&lt;br /&gt; not a gun&lt;br /&gt; a gun is just a tool&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; your POV so weird&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; dude&lt;br /&gt; ur too modern to talk to the cool&lt;br /&gt; people&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; ur too cool to talk to the modern people&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; warrior exist&lt;br /&gt; heard of Saladin?&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; by definition no&lt;br /&gt; by POV yes&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; definition are for dummies&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; i can say Osama bin laden is a warrior&lt;br /&gt; and i will believe in him&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; for thoese BRAINLESS humans&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; coz he fights for his own religion and rights&lt;br /&gt; so that makes me corrrect rite?&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; thats not enuf&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; ok than who do you believe is a warrrior fighting for what he believes in&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; Crusaders&lt;br /&gt; thoese people&lt;br /&gt; who protect their countries&lt;br /&gt; from other nation&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; osama also what&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; they fight&lt;br /&gt; till they die&lt;br /&gt; NApolean&lt;br /&gt; his a warrior&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; you see afghanistan and iraq same what&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; even wit his size&lt;br /&gt; his fight like a warrior&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; iraq vs america&lt;br /&gt; same concept&lt;br /&gt; dead end?&lt;br /&gt; look dude&lt;br /&gt; al im saying is&lt;br /&gt; im not ninja boy&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; u and ur stupid defination&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; --.--&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; dosent make sense&lt;br /&gt; if u think like that&lt;br /&gt; i can guarantee u&lt;br /&gt; u suck!&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; to me even ur thoughts doesnt make sense&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; only urs dosent&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; ok tell me&lt;br /&gt; fully&lt;br /&gt; what is your tought&lt;br /&gt; coz since u say i dont make sense&lt;br /&gt; i should know what makes sense&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; my thoughts are my original explanation&lt;br /&gt; and urs&lt;br /&gt; are all from Warrior for Dummies&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; im using ur original explanation&lt;br /&gt; u said a warrior who fights for his country&lt;br /&gt; i say osama&lt;br /&gt; u say a small warrior who still fights&lt;br /&gt; i say iraq&lt;br /&gt; whats the diff really&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; now u really dont make sense&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; warrior doesnt have to be just a certain category&lt;br /&gt; think of iraq as a small little warrior&lt;br /&gt; and america is like this big tank&lt;br /&gt; but they still fight the tank&lt;br /&gt; even tough theyre small&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; thats brave&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; warriors suppose to be brave&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; wait why the hell am i wasting here arguing with u&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; EXACTLY&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; yeah get lost&lt;br /&gt; dont disturb me&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; i told u a few chats before to go study&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; My Concept and principle is mine&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; you kept on going on with ur warriors&lt;br /&gt; ok than mine is mine lar&lt;br /&gt; so i get lost now&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; i'm a warrior&lt;br /&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt; get lost now&lt;br /&gt;Miaz - shoot first regret later? says:&lt;br /&gt; and im a normal person&lt;br /&gt;Andrew -  I'm a HOR says:&lt;br /&gt; I'm a Hero&lt;br /&gt; and yes&lt;br /&gt; get lost now&lt;br /&gt; good&lt;br /&gt; byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-4562704275996343866?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/4562704275996343866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=4562704275996343866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4562704275996343866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4562704275996343866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/07/confused-already.html' title='confused already -.-'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-8410722420647534658</id><published>2009-07-08T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:35:10.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>youtube trekking</title><content type='html'>You know what they say about the internet being a series of tubes? To me, its more like a jungle.&lt;br /&gt;Youtube has way too many popular channels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well I dont know exactly what to blog about coz, nothing interesting happened yet. I mean, its not like I can summon a meteor to hit the side of my house anytime right? RIGHT? Well if i could i wouldve just let it hit the moon and carve out a funny face. I bet the popes gonna have a hard time solving that mystery &gt;&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Enough useless teasing, without further ado, I give you a link to one of the best songs to ever take residence in the most underused part of my memory brain compartment:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_QyYaPWasos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ciao guys/gals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHY8NKj3RKs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHY8NKj3RKs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-8410722420647534658?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/8410722420647534658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=8410722420647534658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/8410722420647534658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/8410722420647534658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/07/youtube-trekking.html' title='youtube trekking'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-442784039420486084</id><published>2009-07-06T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:39:56.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simplicity is under rated</title><content type='html'>I feel so weird using a laptop in class. Oh well im not gonna use it much anymore. Anyone wanna see the prototype car? WELL YOU CANT! coz its not even ready -.- . But the failed version has great potential, just need to fix up some parts, and paint it, and put some wheels on it, and then BAM! we got firepower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Im catching some kinda sickness, so i would advise people to not come near me, coz it might be swine flu &gt;&lt;. But then again, THERE WOULD BE NO SCHOOL! Yeah thatd be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Todays blags gonna be kept simple, so CIAO guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-442784039420486084?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/442784039420486084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=442784039420486084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/442784039420486084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/442784039420486084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/07/simplicity-is-under-rated.html' title='simplicity is under rated'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-1872434684284646909</id><published>2009-07-03T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:15:13.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DONT READ: boring</title><content type='html'>Im gonna skip alot of class from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   F1 season just started, and im suppose to meet jon at his house tomorrow. Then on monday im gonna camp at the f1 room all day long, working on a car we cant possibly use to beat TEAM FUGA, coz theyre FCKING UNIMAGINATIVE GAY ASSHOLES. stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ok to all of you who dont know what F1 really is, its basically us trying to do what those people who get thousands and millions of dollars trying to work on. The Worlds Fastest Car. Basically were given wooden blocks to build our cars, and dont think its as easy as geting a saw and start hacking away some pieces. The process of making a car that actually goes fast is painstaking, and it takes long hours of trial and error before you THINK you finally have the fastest car you can ever make on your skill level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So once we have the design, we need to make it 3d. Oh yes, thats what I said, THREE DIMENSIONAL. so were not gonna use some crappy MS paint. Were using advanced software that the same people use to build bridges, houses, and even real f1 cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Once we have our 3d design, its off to the easiest part of making the car. The manufacturing. Its easy because of 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;1. The process is all automated by the machine, just 1 click of a button and the jig saw hacks away fine details on your wooden block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The values and numbering should be automated, which means the people who installed the programme should have added in all the necesary values for us to easily just start hacking away without worrying what number goes where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Then comes the expensive part, painting our car. Why expensive you say? were not using some cheap buncho paint or those wall paints. Were using real paint those people who spray paints ferraris and maceratis use. A good paint job can make your car feel like its made out of plastic. And that same paint job can cost up to 1k each car. (now you see why its the most expensive?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Custom made wheels are optional, but to win, its absolutely mandatory. a good set of wheels should cost about 1.5k or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Then the little stuff that we still need to worry about, our uniform and booth. Basically when the competition starts on the first day, were all given a special booth for us to add in some stuff to advertise our car. For example, a chinese team last year added in a whole city model and their car in it. That should be hard to top. Whats even harder to top is that some of the teams EVEN HAVE PLASMA TV SCREENS ON THEIR BOOTH. i dont know HOW THE HELL they can do that in just 1 hour, but they made it. As you can see competition is everywhere, with 2 or 3 other states joining us this year for round 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dont just think that the fastest car gets to proceed. Well if you are the fastest you DO get to proceed but it just feels lowly. Marks can be obtained by different ways, the highest mark getting from our car speed. A fast car can give us about 79/80 points. 80 points can be given if the car somehow breaks the worlds record, which is 1.100 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   OMG im starting to bore my readers down, well thats for all, anymore info just join our club (lol too straight forward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-1872434684284646909?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/1872434684284646909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=1872434684284646909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/1872434684284646909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/1872434684284646909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-read-boring.html' title='DONT READ: boring'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-7654944134620603490</id><published>2009-07-03T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T11:35:40.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im in your bubble, penetrating your blogspot</title><content type='html'>Internet memes are awesome. And to those so called 'modern people' who dont know what internet memes are, well its a certain phrase, object, or action that becomes a popular trend that can last for as short as a month, to as long as a year. Examples for these memes are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Im in your (insert place or object),(insert an action) your (insert another place or object)&lt;br /&gt;like Im in your religion, corrupting your youths or im in your laundry bin, separating your trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Another example is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This is blasphemy, this is madness!&lt;br /&gt;  madness?&lt;br /&gt;   This! Is! Spartaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And a popular one that all WoW players have to watch in order to truly become one with his inner nerdiness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "LEEROOOOOOOOYYYYYY JENKIIIIIIIINS!!!!!" followed by a suicidal run towards a group of enemies and sooner followed by cursings from his fellow allies accompanying him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dont believe me such a thing exists? search it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest my briefcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: the above title is actually an inside joke designated for a certain someone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-7654944134620603490?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/7654944134620603490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=7654944134620603490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7654944134620603490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7654944134620603490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-in-your-bubble-penetrating-your.html' title='im in your bubble, penetrating your blogspot'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-7427936833786037145</id><published>2009-06-01T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:42:03.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After much time of considering that I should really update my blag, it has come to this momentous day, which is tuesday, that i started to write a blag. Though I dont know what to write about EXACTLY, what I do now is that imagination is one powerful mother ***ker, and should not be taken lightly. Erm... wait what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Oh I found a topic! Yesterday, was probably the most mundane day any normal guy would go through, except for the fact that the damned toilet door is stuck, now I had wasted about 30 minutes of my life stuck in a crowded toilet, in my dads house, with no powertools around, and god that door is so stubborn! In the end a kick was all it takes to rescue me (well not just A kick, more like a trio) and BAM! that toilet is no longer private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After much thinking, I have noticed that I AM CAPTAIN OBVIOUS!!! the protector of cluelessness, the fighter of confusion! I state things too obvious that even a foetus knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grunts* oh its so bright outside, is it morning already? Ah time to wake up, ah, this bed is so soft, its hard to get up. Damn that aircond is cold. Whys the laptop cold? *grunts* time to go to bathe now. *opens water tab* ah ah ah cold water cold water! oh well duhh water heaters not on. Hmm... i feel wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I dunno bout you guys, but i think that actually happened yesterday. well ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-7427936833786037145?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/7427936833786037145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=7427936833786037145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7427936833786037145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7427936833786037145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/06/after-much-time-of-considering-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-3716316838488996945</id><published>2009-05-24T22:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:59:53.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was napping in school</title><content type='html'>I slowly put away my M-16 rifle, and took out my desert eagle pistol. This shot needed to be as deadly as possible by using just one bullet, and so I took the chance. With no snipers currently available, all thats left were me and my pistol. I slowly crawled into the 4 storey high house, making damn sure I wont trigger off any alarms that might show off my presence. Seeing an air vent was like getting triple sevens playing with the slot machines in Las Vegas. I took out the venting and crawled my way into the air duct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I checked my custom watch, which had a built in GPS navigation system, only this one wont tell you where buildings are, this one tells you where your victim is. It was suppose to be a right turn, then a left, then straight on and open up a hatch at the end of the duct so I would find myself inside a closet. I arrived at my small, claustrophobic destination, and just waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Jobs like these needs the patience of a statue. Finally I heard the door open. "ok class you have 10 minutes left, please check your paper and make sure you have tied everything together".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I woke up, confused and looked around. -.- i was sleeping for almost an hour and even had a chance to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz well i updated my blag, so i guess i'll go on playing my computer games now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-3716316838488996945?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/3716316838488996945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=3716316838488996945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3716316838488996945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3716316838488996945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-napping-in-school.html' title='I was napping in school'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-7229319904175387705</id><published>2009-04-21T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T06:56:37.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow the leader!</title><content type='html'>So far all my life ive been leading something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I cant escape the fact that im a leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I mean even my name means leader in arab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Im born as the eldest of the 4 siblings in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I constantly know whats happening all around me, even though sometimes the little things like a fly passing by im not aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ive been the one to accept other peoples burdens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So far im the only one who will say yes if someone elects me as leader of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   (scratch that one, sometimes i say dunno XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   and now the f1 club teacher wants to kick the current leader and replace it with me o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well if this is what destiny wants me to do for the rest of my life, ive got one thing to say to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   BRING IT ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ^^ from now on im gonna learn how to be a good leader even if i dont want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ciao guyz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-7229319904175387705?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/7229319904175387705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=7229319904175387705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7229319904175387705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7229319904175387705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/04/follow-leader.html' title='Follow the leader!'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-4623457648742545084</id><published>2009-04-02T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:18:03.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As lame as potpie</title><content type='html'>The internet is acting funny. Maybe everyone in the whole entire worlds downloading internet explorer 8 right now. Darn you people. You people are the main reason why I cant talk about ninjas tomorrow for my oral test. Or, I can talk about ninjas but go through the extra pain of translating english words into malay words. Woo this is gonna be as exciting as air. The suspense is torturing me. (warning, this blag contains 1 or more sarcastic notions. wtf lame). Darn you internet explorer 8 downloaders. You and your bad timing. This is what i would call, the time you need to get the internet plumbers. The internets kinda clogged right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Wow this is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Woi Wan, you do know Maulidur Rasul is next week right? Datang ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   MPS is getting closer and closer and my team hasnt even seen the titanic movie yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Im getting visions of hazim siot. scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And I bid you all ado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   o.0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-4623457648742545084?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/4623457648742545084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=4623457648742545084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4623457648742545084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4623457648742545084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-lame-as-potpie.html' title='As lame as potpie'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-3798904524568787516</id><published>2009-03-31T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:15:15.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spammer!!!</title><content type='html'>One day a girl invited her boyfriend to go to her parents house to meet them and have dinner. The boy agreed, and then the girl asked him another favor. She wanted to have sex after that. The boy, being a virgin agreed to that too. So the day after that (yes tomorrow) the boy went to the local pharmacy to buy some condoms (yes not just one). A pharmacist helped him by choosing a suitable one for him and told him all about sex (haha education). After that the boy had to pick which pack to buy, the 3 pack, 6 pack, or etc. The boy bought the family pack, since its his first time and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When the boy went to the girls house, the girl was very excited. She ushered him into her parents house and went into the kitchen. When the boy met the parents, the boy greeted them and bowed. AND BOWED. and bowed. 10 minutes later he was still bowing. after 20 minutes passed, the girl finally knelt down to ask her boyfriend what he was doing. The boyfriend told her "I didnt know your dad was a pharmacist!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   During a thunderstorm, a man was driving when his cars tyre deflated in the middle of the road and he had to stop and check it out. When he took out the tyre, he left the nuts (the screws) on a small piece of paper, and then the downpour swept the paper into a storm drain. The man was about to call a taxi when a voice cried out to him from behind a fence inside a mental hospital. A man called him from his room window, saying that he should take out a nut from each wheel and used it on his tyre that he was gonna put. That should give it enough support until he could reach a garage or something. So the man thought of the idea and was ecstatic that it would work. The man then asked the crazy person, why was he put in that hospital. The person replied, "Im crazy, not stupid".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-3798904524568787516?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/3798904524568787516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=3798904524568787516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3798904524568787516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3798904524568787516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/03/spammer.html' title='spammer!!!'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-2088343647321760382</id><published>2009-03-26T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:58:13.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifestyles of the dull and boring</title><content type='html'>I noticed that everyone has a way or 'style' of writing (or typing) blags. The most noticeable one, wan. haha ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And I do not know what is irony. I just know 1 thing is ironic, putting a 'no smoking' sign beside a picture of sherlock holmes smoking his pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Oh and my moms earphones are pink in color. Most things in life nowadays i see is in pink. Not sure why but the color pink is occuring alot this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   That day when those YE guys came, i felt interested to join, but then when I heard it was actually just a club in school, I turned down the offer and instead wrote hazims name instead of my own. He wanted it. Too bad now his now in succesfulprince (putrajaya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A few (2) reasons why I dont wanna go to YE:&lt;br /&gt;1.im a lazy person&lt;br /&gt;2.i already have F1 in schools to be thinking about&lt;br /&gt;3.doesnt seem so interesting once i knew it was a SCHOOL CLUB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Oh yeah the tv reminded me of the dragonball evolution movie i watched. It was awesome, but i was actually disappointed because, IT DIDNT EVEN HAVE 1 THING FOLLOWING THE REAL STORYLINE. Goku is a stupid boy who doesnt go to school. Bulma isnt the daughter of some rich and famous inventor. Yamcha knows kungfu. There is no such thing as another woman being the assistant of piccolo. Master Roshi lives on an island very FAR away from society! Grandpa Gohan died really, really, REALLY long ago. and, the most weirdest one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     KAMEHAMEHA DOESNT HEAL PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "lol wtf roflz i pwnz u nubcake"&lt;br /&gt;-some random gamer i saw in maplestory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Im a big fan of Will Smith. Hes awesome. Of all the other celebrities, hes basically the opposite of all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And as my signature bye in blags go. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: americans say ciao without knowing that its chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-2088343647321760382?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/2088343647321760382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=2088343647321760382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2088343647321760382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2088343647321760382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/03/lifestyles-of-dull-and-boring.html' title='Lifestyles of the dull and boring'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-5180539780973404887</id><published>2009-03-07T01:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:38:09.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taisho bu ka?</title><content type='html'>I pierce the hearts of my foes with a single arrow. I instill fear to anyone or any beast who opposes me. I am the hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yknow the house behind my house has great taste in music. Everyday the owner plays mozart, like canon, yknow those orchestra type music, and its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah sejarah's essay was pretty easy. At first I was clueless as to what I was gonna answer on the paper, but then, as if a hammer was brought down to my head, it knocked a sudden burst of knowledge into my brain, enabling me to answer question 1 a and b easily. Oh yeah during that time I took a second to look at a cat outside my class, and then suddenly that burst of knowledge disappeared, and I had to think... Just ONE second of distraction and I had to think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all it was an easy paper. I had to tembak 2 questions on structure, 1 on objective, and I forgot to put cuneiform in sumbangan mesopotamia essay. If there arent any more marks gone, I should get an A, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY IS HISTORY XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-5180539780973404887?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/5180539780973404887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=5180539780973404887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/5180539780973404887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/5180539780973404887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/03/taisho-bu-ka.html' title='Taisho bu ka?'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-7795192698885325436</id><published>2009-02-28T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:51:22.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bukumuka</title><content type='html'>fist time ive been on facebook for more than 5 minutes XD tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems interesting... nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just gonna see what happens if i get on facebook long enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-7795192698885325436?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/7795192698885325436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=7795192698885325436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7795192698885325436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7795192698885325436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/02/bukumuka.html' title='bukumuka'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-7136557954842770969</id><published>2009-02-28T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:32:46.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its ironic, not titanic</title><content type='html'>Its ironic that titanic was called 'the unsinkable ship' and that it sank because of an iceberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the ship is made of iron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not some weird material that cant sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that guy was like, confused and was still believeing that the ship is NOT sinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-7136557954842770969?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/7136557954842770969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=7136557954842770969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7136557954842770969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7136557954842770969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-ironic-not-titanic.html' title='Its ironic, not titanic'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-5913974732857504871</id><published>2009-02-25T03:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T03:31:18.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to me!?</title><content type='html'>I cant believe I finally lost it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up, go take the towel, rush to the bathroom, and take a bath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I would cover my whole body in towel, since its gonna be really cold, and I go out, dry myself up, wear my clothes, and do my subuh prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pack my bags, if they arent packed the day before that since im lazy, eat breakfast, fill up my water bottle, wear my shoes, and walk to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn stuff, rehat time, go to the canteen and find wan and hazim, eat with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back home, take off my shoes, check whats for lunch, go upstairs, take a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dry myself up, wear some house clothes that are comfortable, go down and eat some lunch, go up and turn on the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play some games, do my zuhur prayers, play some more, do my asar prayers, play some more, go down and eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems WAY too normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just lost it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-5913974732857504871?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-2818223318186107977</id><published>2009-02-16T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:20:54.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 more true facts!</title><content type='html'>I get a laptop juz coz i get 7a's??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifes unfair, and I am proof of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is also fair, but im not sure if I found proof of THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years trying to talk to girls and hoping to get a girlfriend and suddenly a girl asked me to be her boyfriend???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worlds gone topsy turvy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually like watching kiddy shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except barney....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I like a certain song, but its because I hate all the other songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow just think what im gonna write when I hit the 200th post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont shampoo my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously guys dont do that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never liked sports, and therefore I run REALLY REALLY slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i run, they walk, were at the same speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk, they crawl, were at the same speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a lazy fat ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least the gaza war has one kebaikan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im staying away from mcdonalds XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 people read my blag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you people that I like romantic animes yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im terrified by ghosts and zombies and vampires and horror movies and all those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I went to a haunted house was the school carnivals haunted house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went running searching for the exit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary grim reaper......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure if I wanna go there again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a social outcast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i also feel like a socialist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually im not sure what a socialist means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to talk basically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im lame at making jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY LAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to myself alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like war, but I like global peace too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my alternatives are video games, and paintball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or archery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once shot an arrow through a tigers eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a persons heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by accident....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I was aiming for the real target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was very far away.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay this is the 95th true fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant say anymore about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I migrate online games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year was runescape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year... maplestory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK THATS THE END OF IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-2818223318186107977?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/2818223318186107977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=2818223318186107977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2818223318186107977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2818223318186107977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/02/50-more-true-facts.html' title='50 more true facts!'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-974258272065994886</id><published>2009-02-16T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:53:55.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read the post before this one, much funner?</title><content type='html'>Years ago, (around when I was standard 1) I made a big mistake. A few years later (when I was like standard 4) I made another big mistake. And so as to not make the same mistake twice, or thrice,  decided to not EVER tell anyone who my crush is. Meh, now shes my girlfriend anyways HAHA. Wait why did I laugh? haha weird ol me. Oh yeah and since sometimes I like to post alot of blags in one day, you better read the post below this one. I mean really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S my typos today seem to be making real words and therefore creeped some people out in maple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-974258272065994886?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/974258272065994886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=974258272065994886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/974258272065994886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/974258272065994886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/02/read-post-before-this-one-much-funner.html' title='Read the post before this one, much funner?'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-4720572124042516842</id><published>2009-02-16T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:44:22.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post!!!</title><content type='html'>I wanna get tagged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazim, wan, ever noticed that I rarely make jokes that are actually laughable at??? and that I usually create OPPURTUNITIES for the jokes to be told. Wait what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually like romantic anime... well except real life romantic movies. Dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish I can just cut my nose when I have those days where I sneeze non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never color using a color pencil well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I excel in MSpaint alot??? I can make swords using that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of swords, you can actually tell who my girlfriend is if you have a myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and 100th post could mean 100 true facts about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure if I can think of 100 true facts about myself late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep in my sisters room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz my room has no aircond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im actually one of those assholes who think they are better than other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am also one of those weird people who would correct him/herself after saying something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: What should I say to him... Wait, hes a girl??? omg omg omg! wtf? dude shut up your talking to yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above fact was true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not bothering to count how many true facts are on this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should take forever, but im a lazy procrastinator who doesnt like to do his homework and doesnt study and doesnt go to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result? The only way i can ace the test now is to last minute study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it proved to be good, except in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I got 7a's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be jealous, I hate myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow im an asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom used to say asshole alot when there are drivers who dont signal on the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and I picked up the word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asshole betul la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha one of her quotes back in the days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so anti-social&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I socialise better in online games???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im kind of a loner at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new friend today was a beetle I found near my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I set him free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this is only the 32nd post, and to be honest, I think Ill stop at 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If possible I will continue tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow my blog page is gonna be really long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey wan, look! Im writing a long post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, theres this thing about me and online games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, I would take up an online game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year, a new online game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this year was gonna be WoW, but turns out its maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I hear WoW people have no life 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 5 seconds to press that percentage sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Actually, if you take out all the unnecesarry facts, theres not much Im talking about that reflects me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which just goes to show that i am boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we just end it at 43???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hugged a girl I had a huge crush on in standard 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never remembered it, but my friends keep telling me I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i believed them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY, THAT LAST ONE WAS 50!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-4720572124042516842?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/4720572124042516842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=4720572124042516842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4720572124042516842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4720572124042516842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/02/100th-post.html' title='100th post!!!'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-1089515283971972941</id><published>2009-02-13T20:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:40:25.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official F1 in schools graphics engineer and car designer aka ME!</title><content type='html'>Yesterdays miseries and annoying cold has now been forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MADE A CAR!!! A FRIGGIN F1 CAR THAT LOOKS LIKE ONE! IT LOOKS SO AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously my car looks awesome for a first timer. I thought I wouldve ended up with a piece of trash, but... NO! I ENDED UP WITH A CAR!!! A 3D CAR!!! WITH HEIGHT AND WIDTH AND THAT OTHER STUFF THAT MAKES A CUBE!!! A FRIGGIN CAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post a picture of it, but i dont know how. Ill find a way, and if there is a way, Ill post it up here, and you people can see my car!!! Now im off to making my second car =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO PEOPLE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-1089515283971972941?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/1089515283971972941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=1089515283971972941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/1089515283971972941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/1089515283971972941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/02/official-f1-in-schools-graphics.html' title='Official F1 in schools graphics engineer and car designer aka ME!'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-8698444505721956523</id><published>2009-02-12T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:25:06.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The railroad</title><content type='html'>There was once a traveller. She travelled around the world, only carrying a water bottle, her trusty gun, the clothes covering her body and her motorbike. She lived a simple life of a wandered, going from city to city, enjoying life at its fullest. One day, as she was following a train track in search of another city, she came upon a man, resting on a small cart, who seems to be holding a piece of clothe in one hand and his provision in the other. Curious, the traveller came closer to the man, in his old ragged clothing, and asked a simple question. "What are you doing here?". The man answered that when he married a woman 10 years ago, they did not have enough money to live. So the man sacrificed his freedom and worked as a train track cleaner, day after day polishing the metal of the train track. The traveller asked again wether he has seen his wife, and the man answered that he has not made contact with his wife in those 10 years he spend working here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After leaving the man, the traveller rode on a few more miles, until she reached upon another man, who seems to be trying to pull the metal bar of the railing off. Again, the traveller stopped to ask the man what is he doing. "Im just pulling these metal bars off of the track." he answered while finally unscrewing the last of the metal bar he was pulling off. The traveller asked the man how he got here, and the man explained that 10 years ago, he was sold off as a slave to a rail road owner. Everyday he was forced to work by taking off the metal bars off the train track. This was the only way he would have enough neccesities to live. So he kept on working, and after those 10 years, he is still here, working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After leaving the second man, the traveller went off and encountered another man, who seems to be hammering a bar of metal into the train track to fit in. The traveller, confused, approached the man, and the man said "Dont mind me, im just trying to make a living here". The traveller enquired about how he got here, and the man answered that 10 years ago, there was a job vacancy here. The job was to put back all the metal bars that were taken off so that the train track can be used in the future. So, being desparate, he applied for the job, and everyday he works, and everyday he gets paid in the form of food, water, and other bare neccesities, and he lived the same life for 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The traveller then rode off, until she found a city. Curious as to wether the train station will ever be open, she asked a government worker there wether the train tracks will be opened, and the government worker answered in confusion, "Train tracks? We dont even have a train station, nor did we ever had one 10 years ago. I think you must be confused with some other city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-8698444505721956523?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/8698444505721956523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=8698444505721956523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/8698444505721956523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/8698444505721956523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/02/railroad.html' title='The railroad'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-3789460271071314493</id><published>2009-02-11T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:56:07.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels weird when I walk up the stairs</title><content type='html'>My legs having one of those times when it suddenly expresses itself in a very excruciating pain manner. I wake up at around 2 am, notice somethings wrong with my leg, and then suddenly, AAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!! MY LEG!!! IT HURTS!!!! Of course this short scream would be held in my heart, for I wouldnt want to disturb people. I scream quietly in pain, hold my leg for a minute or so, let the pain subdue, and fall asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The next day, my leg would feel kind of weird. Now this is normal for me, but what is ABnormal is today. My leg suddenly had that moment, while I was in front of the computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ok ciao people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   spontaneous goodbye haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-3789460271071314493?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/3789460271071314493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=3789460271071314493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3789460271071314493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3789460271071314493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-feels-weird-when-i-walk-up-stairs.html' title='It feels weird when I walk up the stairs'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-3126426402708902852</id><published>2009-02-09T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:41:04.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude are you bored?</title><content type='html'>Im just feeling kinda bored and am in need to update my blag with something. So... here goes. Note that im just making up stuff along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Battleship cruiser Kisthouarsgoodbye (aka KGB) cruises on the cold harsh sea in cruising mode. Captain Charlie, or CC as we shall call him here, sucks his pipe, and finally noticed that he wasnt sucking a pipe, but a lollipop. Suddenly, the warning light thingy flashes red and a sound booms through the whole ship. "WARNING, WARNING, UNKNOWN OBJECT IN CLOSE PROXIMITY".CC calls his navigation officer, Bob, and his ship driver, Steve, and asks for reports. "Sir, it looks like were headed towards a large cluster of iceballs! Orders?" said Bob. "I like ice cream" stated Steve. CC and Bob looked at Steve in a weird glance. Usually his the serious one. Weirdly today, he said something RANDOM. wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Wow this is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Wanna go on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Nah, dah maghrib dah nak solat ah. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-3126426402708902852?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/3126426402708902852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=3126426402708902852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3126426402708902852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3126426402708902852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/02/dude-are-you-bored.html' title='Dude are you bored?'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-3846219197160797403</id><published>2009-02-05T23:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:03:00.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just something I wanna add. Todays blag was already made down here</title><content type='html'>While I am writing this, my nose seems a bit weird, that it seems to be WHISTLING when I breathe out. HAHAHHAHAHAHA I seem to be enjoying this small bit of weirdom. Make sure to read the real blag down here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-3846219197160797403?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/3846219197160797403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=3846219197160797403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3846219197160797403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3846219197160797403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-something-i-wanna-add-todays-blag.html' title='Just something I wanna add. Todays blag was already made down here'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-5000624050051056546</id><published>2009-02-05T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:20:02.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MMM MAPLE</title><content type='html'>AWESOME. Yesterday I was so frustrated and almost wanted to smash the laptop since I couldnt install spore. But now! Hope has once again been rekindled since maplesea finally fixed the downloaded link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats with women having this state of mind where they are ALWAYS right. Maybe thats why I give up arguments easily... Do not tell me that I should go debating. When I was small I used to think debating is like kickboxing.... Well its still kind of, except were using words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pen is mightier than the sword??? I beg to differ. Pens are actually shorter than swords and are less sharp. I cant cut buter with it. Swords, man you can cut heads with that thang! Which is why people politicians usually end up having a small war in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty doesnt make the world go round now. Moneys the way to go. Since money means life. But actually the main reason why money makes the world go round now is because man thought that they could CONQUER lands. And when they do conquer lands, they make some kind of sign saying keep off properties. And as more lands get conquered, less lands belong to the public, where we could usually get our food, like fruits and wild chickens, which we can get freely, but now that those places have been conquered, we cant go in there and catch a chicken to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could call last week my ninja week. I was pretty obsessed with ninjas. Now, im pretty much normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomocity. I lack that nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If possible I want to end this blag with a funny demotivational picture (as wan call it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299549626427215490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SYvITpi_joI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8lGMZxgPW2I/s320/WHOA+car+lol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the pic to see it full size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-5000624050051056546?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/5000624050051056546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=5000624050051056546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/5000624050051056546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/5000624050051056546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/02/mmm-maple.html' title='MMM MAPLE'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SYvITpi_joI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8lGMZxgPW2I/s72-c/WHOA+car+lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-449248650035748148</id><published>2009-02-02T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T03:12:08.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its like the cry from a witch</title><content type='html'>Can somebody just shut my little brother up!!! HIS DRIVING ME MAD!!!!!!!! EVERYDAY HE WOULD DO SOMETHING TO ANNOY ME AND I HIT HIM A LITTLE BIT AND HE CRIES AS IF THE WORLDS GONNA END!!!!!!!!!! CAN SOMEONE JUST SHUT HIM UP!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear him cry. For gods sake just shut up already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ok... command and conquer tiberium wars was a failure. Couldnt get how to get the crack in my game. Damn pirates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is ninja signing out in a cloud of smoke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-449248650035748148?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/449248650035748148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=449248650035748148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/449248650035748148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/449248650035748148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-like-cry-from-witch.html' title='Its like the cry from a witch'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-1950396668479998043</id><published>2009-01-31T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:38:11.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivational pictures</title><content type='html'>Im gonna go ahead and start this post with these pictures that I made myself. (the pictures in it are googled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SYUmuyDcXtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XVpPpxeOqrk/s1600-h/toll+booth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297683121823309522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SYUmuyDcXtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XVpPpxeOqrk/s320/toll+booth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SYUmu9QGVvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yKDUdk_2CIA/s1600-h/big+apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297683124829181682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SYUmu9QGVvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yKDUdk_2CIA/s320/big+apple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SYUmuwIRcYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NzeGO0XwKvA/s1600-h/handicapped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297683121306694018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SYUmuwIRcYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NzeGO0XwKvA/s320/handicapped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since its just 12.30 pm theres not much interesting events happening. The only thing I did so far was kll zombies. So to make up for it these pictures were made. Feel free to copy and paste to somewhere you think you want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-1950396668479998043?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/1950396668479998043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=1950396668479998043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/1950396668479998043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/1950396668479998043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/01/motivational-pictures.html' title='Motivational pictures'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SYUmuyDcXtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XVpPpxeOqrk/s72-c/toll+booth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-1969057194831498669</id><published>2009-01-31T07:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T07:49:10.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If this post sucks, look at the ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little notice to readers, i may blag more than once in a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally hooked up Garena to my laptop, got left 4 dead in there too, and im all set for at least 4 months worth of boredomless killing. With the ability to play as the zombies, this is gonna be very interesting. I played a few rounds 2 days ago, and I can tell ya, the people are there are as if they were 10 year olds. Well some of em. Too easy to beat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wan made a really good video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seem to be having problems with spore. For some reason it keeps asking me the registeration code OVER AND OVER AGAIN. After a few hours of being annoyed, I gave up. Maybe the next time I visit my grandma i'll get more games, since her house is near the FAMOUS DIGITAL MALL!!! I like that mall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost my laughter for awhile just now after watching yimays blag about a korean dude singing 'tarts my body' (not a typo). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see there are alot of topics that I can talk about in just 1 blag. Heres one more, what a coincidence that my first internet friend has the same birthday as my girlfriend. And I discover that MSN is cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY HEADPHONES F***ING WORK!!! YEAH!!! NOW I CAN SCREAM HELP WHEN A HUNTER PWNS ME IN LEFT 4 DEAD!!! WOOHOO!!! and also spam "can you hear me!?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna create my own spraypaint pic damn it!!! Maybe like a picture saying "THIS IS A TRAP!!!". That would be AWESOME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Killing witches is fun. People seem to not know that one well placed shotgun shot, no matter what the difficulty is, no matter what shotgun your using, just one well placed shot, and the witch is dead in NO TIME!!! Stupid noob teammates. One of em tried to 'save' my life, when he got incapacitated instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sense a great boredom while my readers are reading this blag about a game that they dont know much about. LOL THOU HAS GOTTEN PWNED!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly I shall post a funny picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297485277166696930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SYRyytRh-eI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nPCJRG9sBZg/s200/wtf+titanic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-1969057194831498669?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/1969057194831498669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=1969057194831498669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/1969057194831498669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/1969057194831498669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-this-post-sucks-look-at-ending.html' title='If this post sucks, look at the ending'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SYRyytRh-eI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nPCJRG9sBZg/s72-c/wtf+titanic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-9048209254516865500</id><published>2009-01-29T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:43:45.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P and C are very far away.</title><content type='html'>Everytime I start my pc, I would look at a picture of a corn. Hoping that someone would ask me "whatcha doin?", and I would answer "watching corn" and the person would think of it as a typo and reply "you mean porn?". Then I would correct them. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-9048209254516865500?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/9048209254516865500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=9048209254516865500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/9048209254516865500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/9048209254516865500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/01/p-and-c-are-very-far-away.html' title='P and C are very far away.'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-9222015580393035023</id><published>2009-01-29T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:18:59.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 87th BLAG!!!</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the hall of fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a coincidence that fame rhymes with shame? And that they are the opposite of each other. And that pineapple is very sharp if you try to eat it without peeling its skin off. I need mouth bandages. Or mandages. Or bouths. Hey what happens when you genetically create a mixed breed of a komodo dragon and a skunk? KOMODO DRUNK!!! Hazim would say lame right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I have a new laptop, and for now, it seems to be doing pretty well. Already installed 2 games in, next is, if POSSIBLE, spore, or Garena, since I have l4d now, and that I dont wanna play alone. It makes me wonder what do rats do when theyre bored. Maybe they eat. Or breed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres an analysis on what my blag usually contains:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60% stupidity&lt;br /&gt;30%randomocity&lt;br /&gt;1%laptop&lt;br /&gt;8%facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1%obscurity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what that last one means. But it sounds cool. I was planning to put my MSN messenger message for the day as "I dont like big words", but decided to put it as "Dont let words fool you, im actually online". And then see who actually takes the time to read the grey little messages next to peoples display names. I like reading messages of the day. Oh yeah, Maplesea is f-ed up right now. Dont know what happened, but the whole of malaysia cant play it, or download it. Yay garena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye peoplez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Adding z to words make it cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-9222015580393035023?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/9222015580393035023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=9222015580393035023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/9222015580393035023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/9222015580393035023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-87th-blag.html' title='Happy 87th BLAG!!!'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-1407378265455025904</id><published>2009-01-27T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T05:00:23.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The struggle continues!</title><content type='html'>The battle against me and maple rages on as I found a website that offers a mirror download for maplesea. The first battle may have been lost but the next one may soon be won. Man always beat machine!! We are man, not mouse!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow im gonna go shopping for games. COMPUTER GAMES. not clothes. GAMES. like l4d. or bioshock. I seriously am in need of fps games where i can wield a virtual sniper and shoot a virtual mans head off, slurring virtual blood all over the virtual wall that is virtually located next to the virtual person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when my fingers dance across the laptop in succesful types, not giving the evil typo army a chance to set foot on this blag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a cool looking monitor lizard in the PALACE OF THE GOLDEN HORSES!!! (aka. the palace of a man who has a freaky obsession with horses) where I found out that there actually is an area, a small area, where actually, IT HASNT BEEN OVERRUN BY HORSES! There were statues of monkeys, not horses. And I almost bought  rm15 miniature golden horse badge. It looked cool ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-1407378265455025904?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/1407378265455025904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=1407378265455025904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/1407378265455025904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/1407378265455025904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/01/struggle-continues.html' title='The struggle continues!'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-1075470088180098566</id><published>2009-01-26T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:15:54.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE A NEW LAPTOP!!!</title><content type='html'>LAPTOP LAPTOP LAPTOP LAPTOP LAPTOP LAPTOP LAPTOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of stuff with my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want a list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.played spider solitaire with it&lt;br /&gt;2.listened to songs with it.&lt;br /&gt;3.charged it.&lt;br /&gt;4.tried to play maplestory with it but failed.&lt;br /&gt;5.type blags with it.&lt;br /&gt;6.chatted with my gf with it.&lt;br /&gt;7. copied and pasted stuff with it.&lt;br /&gt;8.put songs in my phone with it.&lt;br /&gt;9.googled it.&lt;br /&gt;10.yahoo searched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate my laptop. and also my curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curse is that I cant download any games that I REALLY WANT. LIKE MAPLESTORY!!!. and that the only stuff i can download are stuff that i havent thought about downloading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems im doomed forever to not play maple in the comforts of my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online games seem to be more and more complex. Its usually just download, put username, password, and bam, your pwning noobs. Now its more complex. dont ask me how complex. I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive never typed this fast before. It feels awesome. My fingers can dance on the keyboard. The keyboard is the dancefloor of my fingers!!! dance!!! dance dance dance!!! Wow i feel like i wanna go dance on that dance dance dance thing that the japanese like so much. wow blagging cured my runy nose. how weird. technology is so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;japanese. Why do people like to say "this product is used in japan alot" . JAPANS NOT THAT AWESOME!!! ITS JUST FULL OF FANTASIES THE PEOPLE WHO DRAW MANGA AND ANIME MAKE! ITS NOT THAT GREAT!!! Still, i wanna go there.... who the hell puts condoms in restrooms!?!?!? what kind of a sick prime minister tells people that!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow stupid runny nose is messing with my feelings.Anyways, bye guys, im off figuring out how to download maple!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-1075470088180098566?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/1075470088180098566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=1075470088180098566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/1075470088180098566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/1075470088180098566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-new-laptop.html' title='I HAVE A NEW LAPTOP!!!'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-7953525522122923623</id><published>2009-01-17T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:14:13.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new years people</title><content type='html'>whoa, its already the 18th of january. Time flies. Lets see... got nothin to say here. Wait, lemme think of something real hard... think... think... think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ah yes I went to a very unstable birthday party yesterday. The chairs and tables seem very... rocky and unstable and i felt like i couldve fell down at any second. darn pavements. Other than that I stared at a swimming pool for a few hours. And also I ate so much I felt nauseous and had to skip the nacho trip my dad planned. I wanted nachoz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Oh and form 4 is getting harder and harder. Essay, more essay, more essays, structure questions, fill in the blanks, memorise this, paste that, solve this, calculate that. Procrastinating seems so... easy. Good thing Pn. Cecilia was kind enough to let the whole class catch up on exercises before we moved on to ancient egypt. Or else we wouldve died. Oh im procrastinating right now as we speak. I have a ton of homework(hiperbolic statement). HELP ME!!! Oh well other people have it worse than me. They have tuition homework. And yet im complaining. Or am I....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   L4d seems like the best game ever, zombies killing humans, vice versa, boomer asplodes, hunter hunts, smokers smoke, tanks... do what tanks do, zombie walks slow, and then runs really fast, shotgun shells flying, sound of the horde coming, very noticeble music that makes the game very predictable. I wanna play smoker. I dont smoke by the way. Nor do I like using shortened version of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Except lol. LOL LOL LOL!!! LOOOOOOL!!!. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-7953525522122923623?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/7953525522122923623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=7953525522122923623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7953525522122923623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7953525522122923623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-years-people.html' title='Happy new years people'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-3743181990708967421</id><published>2008-12-21T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:46:03.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need... more... cortisol...</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or is my cortisol levels going hay wire? I cannot sleep. Sleep sleep sleep. Zzz Zzz Zzz. Sleeeeeep. Sloop. Slaap. Sliip. Sheeeep. My favourite letter in the alphabet thingy is Z. I dont know why but z looks and sounds awesome. Plus, adding z to everything makes them cool. I think. Lolz. omgz. kindz ofz coolz iz thinkz. Or maybe its just really ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I wonder who started all these lols and rofls. There has to be someone right? Like one day he says "I wanna make a new word that can be used by a group of people..., I know, lol! laugh out loud!" and then bam! most used word on, in and under the internet. Oh and also chainmails. Who starts them and do they send it to trustworthy people first to build up the trustingness thingy of the chainmail? I mean, the whole of australia got this awesome chainmail about protecting this child from these people who abuse her and it travelled all the way to me, since I have lots of friends in Aussie. Well, one thing that makes chainmails hated is the "send this message to at least 10 people or you will DIE!!!" thing. Superstitious, scratch that, crappy nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe I got sunburn at this 1 cm square area of my skin, and my whole other skin untouched. Its like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that small dot in that white gap represents the tiny lil sunburn that managed to land on my skin. I used so much sunscreen, and I still got a tiny little sunburn!! sunburn!! and the bad thing is that its located under my lips. When I talk, it stings. Convinient right? I still dont GET sunburns. Its basically burnt skin right? right??? I think. Coz if its burnt skin, why not just shed it like those millions of dead skin cells we shed EVERYDAY??? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had the guts to go to that new level in a game I've been forsaking for a long time. The fear... of things... getting... HARDER!!! I dont know what its called in greek, like somethingphobia, but im sure its a legitimate fear. A fear of having more difficult situations. Or the fear of moving on. But thats different. I can move on if its still easy. I just dont like it to be hard. But still, overcoming that fear is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey cool, im sleepy. Bye guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of blawg at: 2.45 am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-3743181990708967421?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/3743181990708967421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=3743181990708967421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3743181990708967421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3743181990708967421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/12/need-more-cortisol.html' title='Need... more... cortisol...'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-4441522824504042414</id><published>2008-12-20T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T11:05:08.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woo 2.53 in the morning an i am still not asleep</title><content type='html'>I am soooooooo bored. Yknow I just read wans blog and realized that the way I write mine and the way he wrote his, and the way other people wrote theirs, were really different. Which comes to my attention that we are all different. Cool. Ah when boredom kicks in im sure this blog will be full of crappy nonsense and total randomness. Or not. You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I sometimes write multiple bligs, like today, 2 blags. Blug. Bloog. Blaeg.&lt;br /&gt;Blawg. Hey kool. cooool. haha nice one zaim. I like the blag about the 2 people going crazy because one of them hallucinated the latter having a clock as a head. Awesome. They screamed as if they were gonna die. More awesome. Oh people, I like this comic. Please read. Especially if you choose the combination, no, no yes. It could take some time for you to get the joke. I'll slap the dressing ad on this blawg :&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/518/"&gt;http://xkcd.com/518/&lt;/a&gt; awesome. I like that comic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah cmon! Why cant I defent the *&amp;amp;%$ing tower!?!?!? Theyre just tanks that came from nowhere!!! Stupid saucer, fly damn you, fly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey guys. I made this pretty impressive sand castle today. Wait, not today, since im blooging at tomorrows yesterday. so it was yesterday. The sand castle reminded me of the mayan temple, except it had crappy walls and that there seemed to be no way it could stand for at least 2 minutes. I wanna go to Sunway Lagoon with my cousins again. To build sand castles. Or I could just go to the construction site next door and ask the kind foreigners some sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yknow I read this joke once. This dude didnt know the plural form for mongoose (which there is no plural form for your information) and so he kept thinking of the plural form because he needed 2 mongoose in his zoo. So he thought, 'mongeese', 'mongooses'. And then he came up with a totally dim witted yet brilliant idea. He told the animal supplier dude "I need a mongoose. Oh and while your at it, get me another one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys, I think I feel sleepy now. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-4441522824504042414?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/4441522824504042414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=4441522824504042414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4441522824504042414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4441522824504042414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/12/woo-253-in-morning-i-am-still-not.html' title='woo 2.53 in the morning an i am still not asleep'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-3025441900553548634</id><published>2008-12-20T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:13:26.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The idea is so absurd, it just might work!</title><content type='html'>I think way too much. And sometimes I even argue with myself in my head. And also I stop and think "this is stupid". I guess I have so much free time, I dont know what to do other than just daydream. People say, daydreaming leads to success. Right now, im tihnking of a way to link this topic to acronyms and water as bio-diesel. Hey cool, I just made a connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made an acronym:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.A.N.I.A.C.S&lt;br /&gt;Me acting normal in a crazy situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much act normal in a lot of crazy situations.&lt;br /&gt;And also I act crazy in a lot of normal situations.&lt;br /&gt;Want an example?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today me and my cousins went to Sunway Lagoon, and we went to the err... lemme remember it... ... ... ... ... (gah, stupid sims 2 blocking my mind) ah yes, something bout cowboy shoes. I screamed like a girl at the beginning and end of the ride. (I almost wrote nights)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for something completely different:&lt;br /&gt;I just thought of something weird. We can use water as a form of biodiesel right? I mean, we can use electrodes to replace the car engine, hook it up with an energy source, and it wil separate hydrogen and oxygen. So what you get is hydrogen to power up the car, and oxygen to be released in the air. Sounds easy, and I'd thought some smart guy in Japan should have thought of that already. Oh well... sounds like a cool idea. A car that releases oxygen while driving. I got the kick out of that advertisement bout that car thingy. yknow, the one where they say "if at first the ideas not absurd, then theres no hope for it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ciao guys (and girls).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-3025441900553548634?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/3025441900553548634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=3025441900553548634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3025441900553548634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3025441900553548634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/12/idea-is-so-absurd-it-just-might-work.html' title='The idea is so absurd, it just might work!'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-2216785181678617959</id><published>2008-12-12T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:32:11.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sims 2</title><content type='html'>Sims are pretty stupid. Well, there are reasons to support this statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They speak gibberish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The person they are talking to actually understands it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. They also communicate by summoning clouds with pictures in them while having a meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Their life goal can be 'cook dinner'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. They cant do anything without you commanding them to do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Even when you command them to do something, sometimes they cant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. They cant go to bed when the beds sides are blocked by walls???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Theyre stupid enough to not put a roof on their house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, life goal 'drink from a water fountain'??? What kind of idiot would have his whole life wanting to drink from a water fountain???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-2216785181678617959?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/2216785181678617959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=2216785181678617959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2216785181678617959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2216785181678617959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/12/sims-2.html' title='sims 2'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-1900056349220861276</id><published>2008-12-11T01:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:00.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SUDfDesem7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Jls-TzUTJbM/s1600-h/LSD.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278464014150441906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SUDfDesem7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Jls-TzUTJbM/s200/LSD.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click it to enlarge it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-1900056349220861276?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/1900056349220861276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=1900056349220861276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/1900056349220861276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/1900056349220861276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SUDfDesem7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Jls-TzUTJbM/s72-c/LSD.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-8052027451375674946</id><published>2008-12-10T08:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:31:29.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>even if they are strangers</title><content type='html'>I had realized something that I have never actually realized until today, when I narrowly escaped from the tight grips of boredom. I want someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself alone and in solitude alot of times. Even MSN failed. Everyone is either busy or offline. And the time I actually have someone on I find myself pre occupied with something. I guess this is the reason I have so many friends in australia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone to just sit somewhere nearby, and speak. Even if theyre annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only form of entertainment right now are laggy games and low quality youtube videos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That dot in the middle of that space represents how lonely I feel right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-8052027451375674946?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/8052027451375674946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=8052027451375674946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/8052027451375674946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/8052027451375674946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/12/even-if-they-are-strangers.html' title='even if they are strangers'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-5092524788367562067</id><published>2008-12-06T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T03:18:06.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didnt mean to shoot you on the head... SIKE!</title><content type='html'>I just found out one thing about paintball war. YOU CANT SHOOT PEOPLES HEADS! Which is a big bummer. Since its on my list of things to do before I die. But, good thing, I got to do the next best thing. Shoot a manequins head! and also some parts of the manequins that shouldnt be stated here. Oh and also shoot some bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another matter. Theres a common word heard alot by malays, but I dont know about chinese hearing about it, that I am surprised most Malaysians dont notice it and actually put in the list of things that are malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching tropic thunder on my tv, and I can tell you that at the beginning part, theres a really weird scene of a guy's head thats squirting blood as if there was a pressured air container inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also I hate hearing songs from the radio. I would rather listen to a humpback whale singing then listen to songs from the radio. Which is why I regret losing my perfectly good phone to a toilet bowl. No, not again. Im talking about the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be blagging again. Oh and can someone tell me when the PMR results are gonna come? Preferably sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-5092524788367562067?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/5092524788367562067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=5092524788367562067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/5092524788367562067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/5092524788367562067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-didnt-mean-to-shoot-you-on-head-sike.html' title='I didnt mean to shoot you on the head... SIKE!'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-1263058031851027134</id><published>2008-11-11T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:27:01.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That dead intern was there before.</title><content type='html'>Ohaiyo people. This is Zaim, the owner of this blog. I have a few things I've been wanting to blag about. First, Today seems to be the start of a BORING holiday. Why? Time to have a sneak peek on the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LIST OF THINGS BROKEN IN MY HOUSE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. my computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. my mums computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. my sisters computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. my ps2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. my big screen tv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. my airconditioner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7.my sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ignore number 7. As you can see, 3 out of 3 computers in my house are now broken. How am I blagging right now you ask? Well, I went to my dads ol office, and hey! his not in his office today! So here I am on his computer. I tell ya, it was worth the blistering heat and smoky pollution getting here, then being stuck in that mental house. I could've DIED there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yes, so far my search for a job has returned the same amount of results if you had searched 'david beckhams girly son' on google. Go on, search for it! wait, on second thought, no.  Instead, search 'xkcd.com'. Its way more worth spending your time on than some stupid search that could return no results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I noticed something weird while watching ultraman. When he karate chops a monster, the monster spontaneously combusts... wtf??? Oh yes same thing goes for power rangers. Shoot a monster, boom he asplodes. Cut a monster using the sword of almighty plastic 'made-in-china', boom he asplodes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yes and check out the new 'list of things I wanna do before I die' on the right hand side of this blag. I might be entering new things on the list. And some I might even put a / over it, saying, proudly, that I have... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DONE IT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, ciao guys (and gals).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-1263058031851027134?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/1263058031851027134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=1263058031851027134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/1263058031851027134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/1263058031851027134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/11/that-dead-intern-was-there-before.html' title='That dead intern was there before.'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-1599677391284115690</id><published>2008-11-08T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T09:42:11.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I get when I mixed baking soda with vinegar XD</title><content type='html'>Heya people. Or should I say hello to sophisticated people. As some of you been enjoying, the long awaited school holidays has begun! But wait, theres a catch! Your mum will let  you freedom, only if you attend... FORM 4 TUITIONS!!! WTF!?!?!? Cmon, its the end of the school year, gimme a break! Read those words, "end" "of" "SCHOOL" "year". Ring any bells? Seriously, I wish there was some kinda object that can switch peoples souls so that parents can feel the pressure of homework and tests EVERYDAY!!! Just when you thought you can cut back some slack, boom! You get slapped by homework from your tuition teacher. Cmon, even teachers said tuitions are a waste of time and money, saying that if they really cant concentrate on school, its better to drop tuition and get some sleep. I, a student, who never EVER went to any tuition centres, actually feel the freedom of burdenless fun in the school holidays. I really want other people to enjoy this too. I asked a few friends of mine, "whatcha doin this holiday?" and he answered... "Probably form 4 tuition". wtf??? dude. holidays! stand up for your rights. add maths? just abandon it and go websurfing! biology? who wants to go study bout the insides of plants when you can go to your backyard and cut some trees open!!! woohoo!!! chemistry? puh leez! Its way better combining god knows what you find in a kitchen. It still results in the SAME results, a big explosion in your kitchen =) . So? how does the school holidays sound for you guys? exciting? or excruciating headaches as you try and calculate problems that only come out next year? I'd rather choose the road that every hardworking student deserves after a long year of brain-cracking, mind-boggling studying, the road... to freedom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: If you people actually WANT to go tuition, be my guest. Hey, its your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-1599677391284115690?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/1599677391284115690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=1599677391284115690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/1599677391284115690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/1599677391284115690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-i-get-when-i-mixed-baking-soda.html' title='What I get when I mixed baking soda with vinegar XD'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-4109386464211334882</id><published>2008-11-07T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:54:13.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore throat</title><content type='html'>I've been coughing and having a very sore throat lately. Also, I hate this cc. Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-4109386464211334882?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/4109386464211334882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=4109386464211334882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4109386464211334882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4109386464211334882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/11/sore-throat.html' title='Sore throat'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-6272672848017022734</id><published>2008-11-04T01:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:47:33.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking announcement!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>I am proud to announce that I am no longer single. Thank you for your undivided attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I need glasses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-6272672848017022734?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/6272672848017022734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=6272672848017022734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/6272672848017022734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/6272672848017022734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/11/shocking-announcement.html' title='Shocking announcement!?!?!?'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-2425776582469707334</id><published>2008-11-04T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:43:03.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I smarter than a 12 year old???</title><content type='html'>I came to school today, which is tuesday, because I took part in "are you smarter than a 12 year old" contest. I can tell you, it wasnt easy, the questions. I was asking myself, and jeremy, if even 12 year olds knew the answers. Still, getting 3rd is cool. Im gonna get a prize, I think, on the 6th of november, which would be the last day of school for form 3's. Also, I hate smoke. Fire smoke, cigarette smoke, also people who cause the smoke. Living next to a countryside, or I think it is, or maybe its a foreigner refugee town, they burn things alot. ALOT. I cant stand the smoke that the wind keeps blowing towards my house. Its amazing that im still not asthmatic. If thats a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh school got boring again. The only thing me, jon, toh, caren and quan yi talked about were computers. computers... I wish my budget can cover the minimum requirements. I had so much stuff to blog about, but just when I get my hands on a computer, those thoughts vanish. Maybe I should get a book or something like that. Anyways, ciao people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-2425776582469707334?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/2425776582469707334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=2425776582469707334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2425776582469707334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2425776582469707334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-i-smarter-than-12-year-old.html' title='Am I smarter than a 12 year old???'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-7102268631657434512</id><published>2008-10-28T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T03:00:46.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YET ANOTHER THING I WANNA ADD</title><content type='html'>I read yi mays blog, which was titled, "the love bug caught me again" and would like to add, people like to play DotA because it gives you the right to brag and gloat when you win. Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-7102268631657434512?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/7102268631657434512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=7102268631657434512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7102268631657434512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7102268631657434512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/10/yet-another-thing-i-wanna-add.html' title='YET ANOTHER THING I WANNA ADD'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-3054113686374148890</id><published>2008-10-28T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:57:49.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah, one more thing</title><content type='html'>I just read wans interesting entry, and would like to tell you all that today, I almost ate a centipede, or a cooked centipede at that one, at the mamak stall near my dads office. Just wanted you all to know. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-3054113686374148890?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/3054113686374148890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=3054113686374148890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3054113686374148890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3054113686374148890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-yeah-one-more-thing.html' title='Oh yeah, one more thing'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-8385751767494449162</id><published>2008-10-28T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:54:13.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no typo?</title><content type='html'>Hi people. No, my computers still not fixed yet. Im blogging at a cybercafe. Anyways, lotsa stuff I wanna blog, but i have little time. So... err... ah, I hate it when I forget what I want to write. AH yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Boring day at school, and didnt play monopoly. I was instead playing a card game that I still dont know how to pronounce, nor how to spell it. I pity Jian Nee, she was the only girl in the class who came. Well, until 2 (or 3) classes combined, and that became 3 girls in the whole class. Oh yeah, and she kept complaining about her head being heavy. Oh and I managed to annoy Sean. Not that I was planning to, just came in naturally. And also Jon didnt punch me, or slap me, or kicked me. Today. Or any other day that was today for you people who are not reading at the 28th of october. which is today. But not today for some people. I keep thinking I have been writing for a few paragraphs, until I looked back at what I was writing and realized that I had been writing for a paragraph. So lets end this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Puan Ong forced me, and some people who were beside me, to help her in grading some of the form 4 papers. Felt really bored doing it. After that, I noticed that I sucked in Battleships. Either that, or I keep making up weird combinations which forced my ships to be formed in a crowded shape. Still, I couldnt beat the others. Oh yeah, I know how to play chinese chess. Well, still doesnt mean I know how to win. And Quan Yi once again didnt come to school today, forcing me once again to do someone elses work. Still, hes gonna find out that Lucas Gabriel knows how to fly, or at least how to hallucinate. Come to school tomorrow if you wanna know what I mean. But im sure most of you would just ignore this and doze off the next morning. Playing your computers. Or reading books. I think Yi May will be reading books. or blogging. Which reminds me, I havent read much blogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Oh cool new first-person shooter online game that I found out I can actually be pro at, CSO, or Crazy shooter online. Oh yeah, boring subject. Lets change it to... erm... ah yes kekah, or at least I think its spelled that way. My mum said that when I was little, me and my cousins did the kekah. Kekah means a ritual where a certain rideable, tameable, edible, animal, like a horse, gets sacrificed so that in THE END we can get a ride! So I joked around and said "can I get a ferrari?". Would be weird when in THE END, you find someone riding a ferrari. Especially when the sun is like a foot away from your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyways, theres a wee bit more time, so I think im gonna chat a lil and check my emails. Till then, ciao people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-8385751767494449162?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/8385751767494449162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=8385751767494449162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/8385751767494449162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/8385751767494449162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-time-no-typo.html' title='Long time no typo?'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-3240520948045170526</id><published>2008-10-18T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T04:56:02.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First blog since like... a month?</title><content type='html'>Good morning/afternoon/evening/night to all readers of this forsaken and forgotten blog. The cause, a blown up pc. The cause of that, 2 viruses at the same time. The cause of THAT!, my lil sisters infected phone. The cause of THAT!, well... I havent really thought of that... Still, I made a list of things that are broken in my house. I could tell you people the list, but it would be boring. Also, a list of things I like! This I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is, :&lt;br /&gt;1. typos!!! (theyre so cool, because if you read it wrongly, it spells out a word that is really funny)&lt;br /&gt;2. reading things backwords ( this came in handy when I saw an email adress on a wall. Turns out it was finding nemo, not omen gnidnif. Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;3. girls (yeah, im a guy. whatcha think I was?)&lt;br /&gt;4. finding palindroms (palindroms are words that can be spelt the same backwards and forwards as ex: level, racecar)&lt;br /&gt;5.randomness! ( Though I only show this on the internet and in school only. not really public)&lt;br /&gt;6.cold water ( I hate drinking warm water. It has to be cold. But not bathing in cold water, which brings us to...)&lt;br /&gt;7. bathing in warm water ( like hotsprings)&lt;br /&gt;8. animes (adult versions of cartoons)&lt;br /&gt;9. war (I know I know, war is bad, but the explosions, weapons, and strategies of winning are cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. food (doesnt everyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-3240520948045170526?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/3240520948045170526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=3240520948045170526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3240520948045170526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3240520948045170526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-blog-since-like-month.html' title='First blog since like... a month?'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-6584562620459210469</id><published>2008-09-19T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:26:32.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah!</title><content type='html'>Viruses are a real bugger to me these days. This pc im currently using has no anti-virus whatsoever. Now I cant go to youtube... bummer. Was gonna watch Spore explorer - part 4! The machinimals probably gonna make sharp weapons and make small huts to live in. Probably. Darn virus. My first, and always, suspect is Aliah, my little sister whos 13 year old and already acting like those drama queens in those American shows. Who doesnt? Her phone is like a walking virus!!! DO NOT TOUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, shes half human and half phone/camera, or that would make half human, quarter phone and quarter camera... I think. Meh its better to just put in 1/4 fat, 1/4 human, 1/4 phone, 1/4 camera. Thats what she is. Seriously. Unless, drama queen is added into the equation, which im too bored to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find her lack of intelligence, disturbing. *force choke on computer* wait, I dont have the force. fzzzzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning, warning, brain sustained heavy impact. Warning, warning, brain sustained heavy impact. Injecting emergency pain-killers. Adrenaline inserted. Blood pressure stabilising. Heart-rate stabilising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how japanese, talking in english, turn L into R. I laugh I lose = I raff I roose??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaggers being jailed because they do what they do best... blag...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-6584562620459210469?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/6584562620459210469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=6584562620459210469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/6584562620459210469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/6584562620459210469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/09/gah.html' title='Gah!'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-2251906275863848113</id><published>2008-09-18T05:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:52:32.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>As the party around us continued on, we sat, somewhere, secluded, chatting away as if the night was still. We shared our adventures, our stories, our childhood. Secrets opened up as if keys had unlocked them, unwillingly, trusting the other. I sat next to her, the loud boom of the music beyond seemingly quiet to us, only hearing our own words. We talked all night long, forgetting all of our problems, as if it were heaven. Her smile continued on as she told her story of how she found a small little puppy, trapped in a drain, and how she rescued the little puppy. She giggled, and I followed on. It was like cupids arrows had struck me. Somewhere, deep in the bowels of my heart. What we felt was true love. At that point of time, when we accidently met gazes, it was as if time stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart skipped a beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I saw was her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hazel-blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sweet name ringing through my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stood up, and walked together, off somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The park, seemed like the perfect destination, at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it all went pitch-black...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her presence, gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The park, how cruel it can be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, shes gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like someone had stuck a stake into my heart, and driven it deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as if the world had ended, yet I was still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting... just waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping, that she would come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-2251906275863848113?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/2251906275863848113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=2251906275863848113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2251906275863848113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2251906275863848113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_18.html' title='...'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-5975870128398512252</id><published>2008-09-18T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T05:23:22.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ironic piece of metal</title><content type='html'>I find irony very humorous, and nowadays you can find irony just about anywhere. Its pretty hard to explain exactly what irony is. Its something you'd probably get a dictionary for. Heres a short sentence from wikipedia on irony:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony is a literary or rhetorical device, in which tehre is an incongruity or discordance between what one says or does, and what is generally understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a small part of my brain just melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, heres a sample of total irony:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When John Hinckley attempted to assasinate President Ronald Raegan, all of his shots innitially missed. But a bullet ricocheted off the bullet proof window of the limosine the President was in, and the bullet struck the presidents chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony here is that the windows that were made to protect the president, were partly responsible for him being shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got nothing much to say left. So... ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-5975870128398512252?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/5975870128398512252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=5975870128398512252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/5975870128398512252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/5975870128398512252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/09/ironic-piece-of-metal.html' title='An Ironic piece of metal'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-7816565039061077978</id><published>2008-09-08T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T02:59:35.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>The room we were in was practically made out of gold! Golden bars on the floors, piled up high, reaching the ceiling. Jewellery all studded and stuffed inside a treasure, too made out of gold. Silver platters and expensive gemstones fill the tables, leaving no room for ancient artifacts that would cost a fortune if sold in a museum to be left littering on the floor. The walls and ceiling were made of gold, while the floor was normal marble. In the middle of it all, lies a throne, adorned with jades, emerald, rubies and sapphires. The only way to get all these was that you'd steal it! Oh yeah, thieves... X and I were resisting the urge to stuff our bags and pockets and every little crummy space in our clothes with all the gold coins. We had to, coz there were 10 guards about 20 feet away from us. They were all equipped with longswords and shields, indicating that they were specifically there to protect the treasury. X nodded at me, and I nodded back at him. We knew what we were gonna do. Its do or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I withdrew my revolver fast and shot all 5 rounds at 5 guards, hitting 4, the other one missed by a centimeter. I jumped to the left, and saw X flanking the other guards. I distracted the guards while X takes his time to go to their backs. I shot a few rounds, intentionally missing everyone but one guard. 5 down, 5 more to go. X backstabbed 2 of em, and knocked out 1 guard. I took my time to reload. The 2 guards, obviously outnumbering X charged at him, X running away until I finished reloading. I hastily inserted 2 bullets in my revolver holes, flipped it back in and shot the 2 guards. Bullseye! The 2 guards fall dead. We stopped for awhile to check if anymore guards were coming. Good thing though, coz 3 more flooded through the entrance where we were. Looks like my gunshots made a loud noise. X looked tired, but since I didnt reload fully, I had to make him distract them again. He threw some coins at them, giving me enough time to load up 2 bullets. I shot the 2, bullseye again. My accuracy was recognized by a sergeant major while he was patrolling my hometown. He saw me slinging rocks at ducks, but the thing is that I was hitting the ducks a few yards away. He took me in and trained me, day by day. Now im grateful, that im surviving because of what he thought me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I decided X could handle off one guard, so I took the chance to reload my 22. revolver. Flipped it back up and gripped it hard. X had just finished settling the lone guard. I scanned the room, checking if there is yet any more guards, and finding no trace of life, moved on. I had to complete my mission, killing Sahim. X followed me, picking up a shield along the way. We passed through hallways, and then found a dead end. Well, not EXACTLY a dead end, there was a locked door at the end. The door was made out of stainless steel, not exactly something you see everyday. My guess was that either this door leads to a prisoner that needs to be kept in such security, or this door leads to Sahim himself. I had just remembered that I packed some c4 with me back at the base camp. I took out 2, and threw them on the hinges of the steel door. X and I took a few steps back, and I pressed the big red button. BOOM! The door came right off. Perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When the smoke cleared, I immediately jumped sideways, because what I saw was Sahim. But that alone wouldnt make me jump, it's what was with him that made me jump. He had a machinegun in his hand... The sound of gunfire immediately ringed through the hallway, and I saw a sight that wasnt good. X hadnt dodged quick enough and was shredded to pieces as soon as the bullets hit him. I pray that hes in a good place now. I ran as far back as I could, escaping the madman Sahim with his roaring machinegun. From the looks of it, it looked like the type that doesnt need to cool down. As if the machinegun wasnt bad enough, now its the type that doesnt cool down! I ran towards the treasury, knowing the large space is a good place hold many hiding places. I sprinted as fast as a cheetah, death was mere seconds away. Behind me, I hear the whooshing noises of bullets passing me. It was a miracle that im still alive. As I ran and ran, finally I came to the treasury. The sight of it made my eyes cry a little abit. I dove to the nearest cover, and heard Sahims gunfire coming closer and closer. He is now in the room. I knew this place would be a good spot to backstab him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Suddenly I heard something. Well not exactly heard, but not hear. The gunfires stopped! He must be reloading now! I quickly came out from my hiding spot. Uh-oh, CMON! RELOADING A MACHINEGUN CANT BE THAT FAST! I ran back to my cover, as the machinegun roared back to life. Figures, a guy like him should have the gift of the sleight of hand. Then, as if a gift from god, I noticed something. Sahims standing next to a really gigantic unstable pillar. But still, it looked like it could need a really big hit to budge it. Obviously my revolver wont do a thing to it. Then I saw something at the corner of my eye. A pot! Well, not just the pot. It looked like it could fall down, roll down the floor, tipping a golden staff, which will cast fire on some curtains, thus causing the pot of gunpowder next to it to explode, budging the big unstable pillar thats gonna fall on Sahim. I dont even know how I knew all that. So I took a deep breathe, and possibly a giant leap of hope. I took out my revolver, and aimed right at the pot. I pulled the trigger. BANG! The bullet flew straight to the pot, causing all the reactions I had just said. The big pillar then budged, seemed to sway a little which then became alot, and finally fell on top of Sahim. He lay down dead. YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISSION OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh... finally i finished the story. Didnt mean it to be so boring. Ciao everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-7816565039061077978?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/7816565039061077978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=7816565039061077978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7816565039061077978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7816565039061077978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_2882.html' title='...'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-5153851771614354475</id><published>2008-09-08T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T03:11:56.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I woke up at the sound of the wolves howl. I check my watch, 3 am. Perfect. I extinguished the fire I made, since the deserts are known for being extremely hot in the day, and extremely cold in the night. I walked towards the secret opening,looking around in case some desert thieves are still outside. Seeing im not being followed, I recited the magical words and entered the cave. This time, there were no guards. Figures. I gripped onto my 22. revolver harder, scared of the torturous death I might have to endure if i'm caught in this place. The narrow cave seems to be echoing the sounds of the tortured slaves Sahim is known to keep. As I go further inside the lair, the wet and mossy narrow cave slowly turn into smooth pavements. "Almost there" I keep whispering to myself. The pavements than slowly arched to form a hallway, with doors on the sides of the wall. I listen as the screams of the slaves filled the room. Then, I my eye caught a glimpse of a guard. I hastily took out my revolver, but did not pull the trigger when I saw the guard was asleep. I can use this to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I crept up to him as silent as I could, making sure not to wake him from his slumber. Slowly and carefully I crept, and crept, until I was so close to him I can smell the heavy scent of dried blood and sweat. Obviously this one never bathed. I took his keys, and went to one of the doors. I saw a weak man, seemingly blind because he kept saying "please no more... no more". I left him. I went to the next door. I saw nothing but rats and bones. Probably best to leave that one behind. I crept up to the next door, and finally found someone that might be of some use to me. He seemed confused by my arrival, since im not wearing the guards usual desert clothes. I asked him if he has full control of his limbs and if he could see and hear fine. He nodded. Yes, maybe I can take him. I asked him if he would like to join me in my raid to kill Sahim, and warned him that he may be given more stricter punishments if he was found with me. He seemed to be not caring about where he'll end up, as he replied a determined yes. I unlocked his cell door, and told him to wait there for a moment. I knocked out the guard, and took his weapon. He had a scimitar with him. I gave the boy the weapon, and asked him if he knows how to slice people. He said he served in the Royal Guards for 2 years and knew very well how to handle each weapon he has ever laid his eyes on. I picked a good sidekick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I told him that should he ever doublecross me, I was'nt hesitant on killing him. He answered, "Why should I double cross someone whos gonna die anyway?". His words creeped me out. We continued down the hallway, and came to a junction. The sidekick, who prefered to be called X told me that he has been here before, and should never turn left, since it leads to the guards bedroom. We headed right, and saw more doors with slaves in them. I felt a chill down my spine as I passed one of the doors. It was dark, and the door was stained with a lot of blood. It had scratch marks all over it, and I kept reminding myself that it might just be a wolf. I told X to hurry up. As we scurry along the hallway, suddenly I hear footsteps. It seemed like it came in front of us. Much to our surprise, the hallway ahead of us was foggy. So we decided to hide. In choosing battles, always choose a battle that you are sure to win. If the enemy is unknown, the best thing to do is hide. We took separate cell rooms that were empty. We waited for a few seconds as the footsteps became louder and louder. I tried my best not to make any noise. X looked very scared. Suddenly, a figure passed us. It was a desert thief, as seen from his clothes. He had a morningstar in one hand, and a longsword in the other, indicating that he is an experienced fighter. Wishing to conserve ammo, I ushered X to leave him be. We came to another junction, and followed X's instincts to go right. We silently passed through endless hallways, and it seems that Sahim's lair is more of a maze. It became a problem if we had to escape. So I told X to stop for awhile, and I took out a chalk piece. I drew a circle on one of the walls, and told him that if we had to escape, we will use these markings as guide. X thought it was a brilliant idea. We continued on, avoiding as much guards as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Somehow, I had a feeling that we should've turned left. It looked like we were going round and round, if not for the chalk markings, I wouldve gone mad. Then, we turned to a different looking hallway. It was not paved like the ones we passed through, it was paved with marble rocks. This had to be Sahim's whereabouts! I told X to stay on guard, as this place should be crawling with guards. I gripped my revolver, vibrating in nervousness with each turn I made. Suddenly, I saw 3 guards. As I said, 3 is easy. I shot 2 guards, and X took out the 3rd guard. But what we hadn't expected was that the guards had back up. 5 more guards appeared behind where we took out the 3 guards. I urged X to run and lose them, but he insisted that we stay and fight. Looking at my ammo cache, I reloaded my revolver and took out 2 guards. X was in a fight with 1 of em. 1 of the guards sprinted towards me, I had to dodge his attacks. As the only weapon I had was a revolver, I jumped towards one of the dead guards and took his weapon. A dagger. Great.... The guard. holding a battle axe lunged towards me, intent to kill me. I side-stepped and felt the whoosh of air beside me as he fell. I stabbed his back, and cracked his neck. X had already killed his foe and was going onto the last surviving guard. He seemed to know what he was doing. With the last guard taken out, I took a deep breathe of relief. I took a second look at X, and saw that his face was calm.2 years? more like 20. I pat X's back, thanking him for joining me in killing Sahim. He would rather be dead than endure years of pain and torture. He told me that it be best to move as quickly as possible since the smell of the dead guards will attract more of them. I agreed and we went off, leaving the dead bodies. As we turned to the left, we opened our mouths in awe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-5153851771614354475?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/5153851771614354475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=5153851771614354475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/5153851771614354475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/5153851771614354475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_08.html' title='...'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-5739843908743099845</id><published>2008-09-07T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T03:18:07.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone. Today we have a very special, totally uncalled for and unexpected lil story I will conjure up from my mind in this last minute blag. Read on as our hero goes on in his intrepid mission, bringing him through danger, traps, and finally, treasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk slowly towards the rock formation, I hear a shuffle from behind me. I immediately looked back, knowing that these treacharous cliff routes hide the most notorious of thieves and assasins. I firmly hold my 22. revolver in one hand, and a pocket knife in the other just in case there were 2 of em. I slowly approache the wall of the cliff, reminding myself how to enter Sahim's lair. Sahim is an infamous rogue, though his real name is Shaharel Asyraf. The codename, Sahim was given by the UDMF, the United Deserts Military Force. I was in that group once, before they had abandoned me in these accursed cliffs. Now im left to fend for myself, with only a few essentials to keep me going. I looked back again, to make sure no one was going to backstab me while im droning on about how I got here. I was supposed to be dispatched to the war zone located around 1000km north of my current position. God knows why one of those sergeants ordered his men to kick me out of the moving WATT, war-torn all-terrain truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I reached the shades of the wall of the cliff, the sun blocked by the rocky roofs floating over my head. Wait a minute, floating? I looked up again, and saw 2 men land beside me, one was equipped with a shovel, while the other had nunchucks. Who uses those anyways!? I quickly jumped to my left, the one with the shovel swiped the air with his shovel, where my head was supposed to be. I threw my knife at the one with the nunchucks, hit his jugular and immediately killed him. The other one ran towards my direction, I easily kicked his bucket for him when my 22. revolver trigger went off. I looked around for a second to see if they had back up, but was sure that no one was present. I took a deep breathe, and exhaled. Easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked the bodies of the 2 desert thieves, and took a water canteen, some camel jerky and their desert clothes. Desert thieves are expert survivalists in these harsh terrain, but then I decided I didnt need the clothes since im gonna be heading towards a cooler area. I left their weapons, knowing it will only slow me down. I walked on, heading towards the sun. Trying to find a certain cliff wall that would be a great place to be a secret door to Sahim's lair. I searched, and searched, and searched, and finally came across to a suspicious looking cliff wall. It had blood all over it, possibly the result of a nasty fight between Sahim's men and a trespasser. I just hope that my blood wouldnt be there when I enter. I recited the magical words, "Open says me" and the wall opened up, revealing a narrow cave entrance. It was really obvious that it was Sahim's lair, by the presence of 3 desert thieves, shocked seeing someone manage to trespass Sahim's lair, either that or my stupidity to enter it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the thieves had a dagger, while the others were bare handed. The one with the dagger went first, of course. They seemed determined that they would win the fight, if only they saw the revolver I was holding behind my back. I quickly shot 3 rounds at all 3 men, them dropping dead in sync with my bullet casings. I took a peek around the corner of the narrow cave, and saw shadows approaching. By the looks of it, there could possibly be at least 4 of em, too many for me to handle. 3 is ok, but 4 is a crowd. I took the right decision, camp out for the night. I dashed outside, feeling glad about the safety I am in. I jumped behind a rock, and heard the cliff wall slowly close. I peeked out, and saw the coast was clear. Maybe its better to go in the night. I searched for some food, water and a safe place to rest for a few hours, while waiting for night time to come. And so after finding some berries, a tree to rest his head on and filled his water canteen, he slept. And slept. And slept....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-5739843908743099845?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/5739843908743099845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=5739843908743099845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/5739843908743099845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/5739843908743099845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-2155356013565187232</id><published>2008-09-06T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:02:11.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokeman</title><content type='html'>Yes I know most of us have passed the era of pokeman and is now in the era of adolescence, or as I like to call it, erm.... adolescence? Anyways, im sure all of you have played the game pokeman on gameboy, AT LEAST ONCE. And im sure at the part where your supposed to name your rival, im very very very VERY sure you would put a stupid name in it. Heres how the storyline goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oak: Meet my grandson. He has been your rival ever since you two were born what was his name again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game: Insert rival name _ _ _ _ _ _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oak: Ah yes! Thats it! Douche!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep... good times... good times... Well better not dwell into the past and be better off looking at the future. Which, in this case, not going well due to political stupidity, war eruptions, AIDS, teenagers going berserk and what not. Yep looks like humanity is in danger by itself. Reminds me of cannibals, only takes like 100000 years to eat itself up. It just goes to show that simplicity made by smart people makes life hard for stupid people. Oh im sorry, that was too harsh. I mean lower-than-average-iq people. YES I MEAN YOU NOT THE CHAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and smell the roses: meaning is to stop from doing something making oneself busy and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE F*** ever does that anymore? Its all life in the fast lane. The rich gets richer, the poor gets poorer and the middle stays the same. I read somewhere, that in life, there are 3 types of wealth. The rich, the middle and the poor. Rich gets richer and blah blah blah. The reason the rich gets richer is not coz theyre smart, but because they are creative. I mean cmon, the majority of people who commits suicide are either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. worked-hard accountants&lt;br /&gt;b. college students&lt;br /&gt;c. heart-broken people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets cancel c out. college students are by far the most if I were guessing. These people are smart. Really smart. But in the end they are too stressed out coz people want them to become smarter. STFU!!! Let them be! You may think you have the right decisions for them, heck they even might be right decisions, but let them HAVE THEIR OWN LIFE! STOP BUGGING THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*awkward pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nap time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dream world) Thank you for visiting zaimfullgore.blagspot.com. Please exit by using the BIG RED X sign located at the top right corner of this onternet browser. If you experience any difficulties in exiting, please consult the nearest psychiatrist. Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: all tipos in this blag are not tipos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S: to noobs who are first timers reading my blag, this is PERFECTLY NORMOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-2155356013565187232?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/2155356013565187232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=2155356013565187232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2155356013565187232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2155356013565187232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/09/pokeman.html' title='Pokeman'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-5929737625448176661</id><published>2008-09-05T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:43:27.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blagging</title><content type='html'>Here I am blagging for only a few people to read. Whats blagging to me? Blagging is a way for me to express my random quotes out of my mind. Its a place where I release all traces of boredom into the atmosphere, thus increasing the rate in which this world is warming. Blagging is my way of saying "Im bored". Blagging is a way I release my inner me. If I have one that is. Unless I do. Blagging is a place where I train my key-punching skills. Blagging is a way for me to connect myself to the onternet. Blagging is a wobsite where I can actually edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do note that all those tipos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasnt a tipo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-5929737625448176661?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/5929737625448176661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=5929737625448176661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/5929737625448176661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/5929737625448176661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/09/blagging.html' title='blagging'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-7021218624706152532</id><published>2008-09-03T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T03:46:12.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(insert witty title)</title><content type='html'>Yes I have finally gotten a worthy position in my class! NUMBER 6!!! well couldve been number 5 if I went to that seni test but hey, number 6 is cool. At least to me its cool. Coz usually I'd get a 20 - 35 number. I didnt even expect to get such a cool number since all my marks were lower than most peoples. Anyways, i've boasted too much. Time to buka puasa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat berpuasa / berbuka puasa / sahur kepada semua muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-7021218624706152532?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/7021218624706152532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=7021218624706152532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7021218624706152532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7021218624706152532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/09/insert-witty-title.html' title='(insert witty title)'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-7851370520004251946</id><published>2008-08-29T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:12:27.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks are amazing</title><content type='html'>Tonight I had the chance to watch the fireworks from the comfy seat of the Putrajaya Convention centre, or I think its what its suppose to be called... I was looking emo when I came coz no one I knew was there. And now I know my emo face looked like 'im sick' face. I watched the flurry of colorful flashbangs fill the air, leaving traces of smoke to increase the acidity of tomorrows rain. Thinking of it made me wonder why I liked war, the explosions. It was mesmerizing to say the least. I resisted the face of happiness since my parents were looking sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah shoot I forgot the second thing I wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-7851370520004251946?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/7851370520004251946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=7851370520004251946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7851370520004251946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7851370520004251946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/08/fireworks-are-amazing.html' title='Fireworks are amazing'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-2882268808843212517</id><published>2008-08-27T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T05:25:36.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(insert witty title)</title><content type='html'>Some people fail because they didnt study enough, and some people fail because studying wasnt enough. Some people fail because the question was too hard, and some people fail because they INTENTIONALLY fail. Why? Heres a few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They wanted their grades to be in alphabetical order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They wanted to see how angry their parents could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. They were using the darkened spots in objective test papers as pieces of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. They want to be sanitation engineers when they grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all the reasons I could think of, plus its my second post today so I should probably stop. Just cant help but blog because my fingers have to type. Its like an instinct. Probably why I blog alot and make up weird stories in the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, CIAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-2882268808843212517?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/2882268808843212517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=2882268808843212517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2882268808843212517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2882268808843212517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/08/insert-witty-title.html' title='(insert witty title)'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-4302640179038646542</id><published>2008-08-27T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T05:17:51.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan is next week!</title><content type='html'>Its gonna be another month of resisting the urge to eat, drink and pick your nose! Yes, puasa! I always enjoy puasa coz its the day I get to test my ability to starve intentionally, INTENTIONALLY. And since the Sunday before is Independence day (MERDEKA!) the first day of puasa is a holiday! Kinda makes it a special day. Great, now im all excited for no reason. But, there is a reason! I finally finished my second batik masterpiece! Which makes it 3 good news! But thats not all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy this new pimple-relieving cream and get your second pimple-relieving cream 50% off the price! YES! Shake-my-butsu pimple-relieving cream! Works 10 minutes after wearing it! Buy it now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-4302640179038646542?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/4302640179038646542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=4302640179038646542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4302640179038646542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4302640179038646542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/08/ramadhan-is-next-week.html' title='Ramadhan is next week!'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-7880497699454741076</id><published>2008-08-26T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:09:12.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things I want to say</title><content type='html'>Yknow, normal people have aquariums, while nerds have viruses. Its like 2 different worlds, but having a similarity, they have a pet. Nerds send in their pet for walks from computer to computer, letting them eat the living documents out of each victim, and at the end of the day goes back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never send add. math nerds to go shopping. Especially if they say theyre gonna bring their calculators along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One weird use of facebook, myspace and friendster:&lt;br /&gt;Getting to know someone before meeting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: Hey steve!&lt;br /&gt;Steve: Who are you? How do you know my name?&lt;br /&gt;Bob:Well, werent you that guy who invented the formula to calculate the factor of each represented atom in a compound?&lt;br /&gt;Steve: wait, no one ever remembers that!!! You wanna go grab a drink?&lt;br /&gt;Bob: sure. And while were at it, you think you can hook me up to your sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People could easily make a sport of killing mathematicians. Just sit down near a zebra crossing, hold up a sign that states a math problem that could take at least 1 minute to solve by an experienced mathmetician, and let them think while theyre in the middle of the road. BAM! they get hit by a truck. 5 points physician, 10 points mathemtician, 1 point for high school nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres always that satisfying feeling when someones words get turned back to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your in a loud party, try and stand still for awhile and look at the madness around you. The, think of a calm situation where you sit on a tree and reminiscence the past. Then, immediately climb the nearest balcony and jump down to the pool below. If the party doesnt have a pool, use a bigbowl of fruit punch instead. Cannonballs are advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to have a virtual rockband:&lt;br /&gt;one guy plays o2jam, the other guy plays guitar hero, the last one plays the donkey kong drum game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer geeks unintentionally play until 5 am at the night of christmas, so focused until even if santa fell on the tree behind the geek, the geek would still be pawning that level 34 noobs ass like it was christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobby:&lt;br /&gt;Inventing a giant machine that instantly blasts sonic waves that can destroy whole buildings to any car that honks behind you. Useful for those darned traffic jams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-7880497699454741076?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/7880497699454741076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=7880497699454741076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7880497699454741076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7880497699454741076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-things-i-want-to-say.html' title='Some things I want to say'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-6186024842029263670</id><published>2008-08-26T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T06:38:42.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird hobby</title><content type='html'>Heres some weird hobbies to have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thinking of fight scenes everytime&lt;br /&gt;ex:   If that man pulls out a crossbow, im gonna throw my envelope at his head and dive down to the nearest ATM machine. Wait, what if that old lady has a katana in that box? Better put the 'kill bill'  theme song in my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Building dangerous weapons using radioactive substances found illegally a.k.a the river behind your house.&lt;br /&gt;ex: Ok, this machine will revolutionize the warfare industries! I call it, the catpoopenator 3000!!! The 3000 is because this is the 3000th prototype...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Making weird advertisements and posting it in your blog.&lt;br /&gt;ex: (see mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Seeing the world as a wreckage after a fight scene.&lt;br /&gt;ex: Whoa... that dude got pwned real badly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-6186024842029263670?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/6186024842029263670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=6186024842029263670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/6186024842029263670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/6186024842029263670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/08/weird-hobby.html' title='Weird hobby'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-448452183367158894</id><published>2008-08-25T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T05:51:07.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I might be having a serious problem</title><content type='html'>Most of you may have not heard this weird problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinnitus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinnitus, is a problem that occurs about the ear, or is related to hearing. It is derived from the latin word, meaning 'ringing'. This is true because tinnitus is a hearing problem where patients hear some kind of a noise, which may sounds like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high-pitched screeching&lt;br /&gt;whooshing&lt;br /&gt;ringing&lt;br /&gt;beat&lt;br /&gt;anything that makes a noise that can be repeated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it may occur sometimes, or all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have that problem, I think. It may cause deafness. Im serious yknow, about me might be having this. I hear a high-pitched screeching noise 24/7 which is amplified when I get near electronical gadgets such as a TV, DVD player or radio. Some of these. I can even concentrate just to listen to it. Its very noticable when im in a quiet area. Sometimes it gets to a degree where I need to open my eustachian tube all the time to make sure the sound doesnt make me go nuts. If you think you have it bad, try hearing a high-pitched screeching noise while your doing everything. Of course, some peoples are worse. Like (insert anonymous name) sometimes become deaf. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda like what Beethoven got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and I decided to keep the last post because it wasnt really that informative. It was more random than I thought. At least I got to sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-448452183367158894?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/448452183367158894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=448452183367158894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/448452183367158894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/448452183367158894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-might-be-having-serious-problem.html' title='I might be having a serious problem'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-8992843411720351892</id><published>2008-08-23T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T10:40:35.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant sleep...</title><content type='html'>its 1.31 am and I cant sleep. So im thinking of blogging off till I fall asleep on the keyboard and not-knowingly increasing the number of germs that live on, in and around our keyboard. So... I think since im feeling high right now I should talk about something I normally avoid... maybe... I know! crushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I normally avoid such a topic and anything somehow related to it one way or another. Wow this feeling is like being injected with a truth serum. Never mind, maybe i'll delete this post before it gets to the eyes of any reader, if I do have any. Probably Wan, or Hazim, but who cares! Im high! wooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, normally you get a fuzzy feeling. Wait, that never happened to me. Alls I got was a... erm... I dont really know what feeling I got. Maybe it was the thousands of needles being poked inside my head and another few thousand more penetrating each cell in my body, leaving nothing, not even one drop of blood. Which contains like millions of cells in it. Nothing left to remember by. Ouch. And I will never want to go through it ever again, which means, yes, staying a bachelor. I dont want to be poked and penetrated by a few god knows how many  needles again. YES I SAID AGAIN! Due to such highness and the feeling like being injected by a truth serum, I am willing to brave the fire! Oh yeah I love the show 'Man vs wild' coz its full of survival tips. Like getting water from elephant dung. Or the fact that you cant run away from a lion even if its like a mile away from you. Your dead meat buster! Yes, mythbusters! awesome show. I liked the, can dynamite destroy the hardened up cement in a cement truck myth. Why? coz the ending was an explosion that was roughly the power of a nuclear explosion divided by maybe 1000. It was so cool I wish I was there. Discovery channel is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out my talent of using windows paint. Yes, that thing that most of us NEVER touch now due to maple and msn. Cool, both starts with m. Yes, I already made 2 music videos and 1 slideshow using windows paint and windows movie maker. I feel so awesome now. Theres that feeling of accomplishement when you complete something that not much people can do at your stage.You feel like your actually capable of great wonders. Then, you either get crushed by an opponent whos 100000x better than you, or get crushed by a crush. Its elemental my dear watson. I just noticed how awesome a velociraptor can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, its feeling creepy right now so I go now. BYE ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-8992843411720351892?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/8992843411720351892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=8992843411720351892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/8992843411720351892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/8992843411720351892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/08/cant-sleep.html' title='Cant sleep...'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-5037060566700650550</id><published>2008-08-23T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:28:10.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I hate these types of advertisement...</title><content type='html'>Are you feeling light-headedness?&lt;br /&gt;feeling as if you had just woke up from a coma?&lt;br /&gt;Are you seeing flying stars and planets around your head?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see flying people with gigantic sledgehammers when you get hit by a sledgehammer?&lt;br /&gt;Do you vomit blood, cough blood, suffer internal bleeding, nose bleed, seeing things bloody red?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think your sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you experience none of the above, it is probably because your OK! Yes, you are fine. Nothing bad is happening to you. If you feel like you are sick though, see a doctor now! call 016-22-134-19 now and get a limited edition diseased raccoon toy for half-price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beats the head off a fake advertisor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are sorry for the interruption. It seems one of our cameraman caught a disease called 'fakius advertisius'. Yes, all of the above noted symptoms are caused by this painfully fun disease. If you suffer any of the above symptoms, it may be just because your thinking your sick. BUT, if you suffer ALL of the symptoms above, then your INFECTED. To those infected people, please burn all things you have touched, including, but not limited to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your family&lt;br /&gt;Your friends&lt;br /&gt;Your dog&lt;br /&gt;Your house&lt;br /&gt;Your comic books&lt;br /&gt;Your magazines&lt;br /&gt;Your flamable and explosive items (warning, may cause unnecesarry reactions)&lt;br /&gt;Your radioactive substances&lt;br /&gt;Your bed&lt;br /&gt;Your shattered mirror&lt;br /&gt;Your *cough cough* porn stuff *cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, but not limited to, your limited edition gold-plated super high definition 1000000gigabyte memory with a 10-year warranty XBOX360, along with all those halo stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to get rid of all these items is to see your local firemen to set it on fire. Why do you think theyre called firemen? coz they extinguish fire? HELL NO! THEY MAKE FIRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call 991, or 999 if you have trouble pressing the number 1 now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember, diseased raccoon toy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-5037060566700650550?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/5037060566700650550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=5037060566700650550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/5037060566700650550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/5037060566700650550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-i-hate-these-types-of-advertisement.html' title='How I hate these types of advertisement...'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-946481192858207423</id><published>2008-08-22T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:55:50.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom de ah dah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c796932fd0727243" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc796932fd0727243%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331320082%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38986739A001653F278542930E842C6F688FDEBA.9EC749087F716C42BC298058AC959F16C93F114%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc796932fd0727243%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5y-farRyHUFi42bPZBb5m3KIkbI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc796932fd0727243%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331320082%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38986739A001653F278542930E842C6F688FDEBA.9EC749087F716C42BC298058AC959F16C93F114%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc796932fd0727243%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5y-farRyHUFi42bPZBb5m3KIkbI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the boom de ah dah discovery channel commercial. I downloaded the song and made a vid of my own, since they encouraged us to post our versions of the song. Kinda cool... The lyrics are all in the vid, except the "I love when great whites fly" part, but I just told you that. Listen, and praise me! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-946481192858207423?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c796932fd0727243&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/946481192858207423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=946481192858207423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/946481192858207423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/946481192858207423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/08/boom-de-ah-dah.html' title='Boom de ah dah'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-5117966535540576395</id><published>2008-08-22T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T05:36:35.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid, but I like it</title><content type='html'>My friend called me to get my phone number.&lt;br /&gt;She spent 20 minutes staring at a juice box because it said 'concentrated'&lt;br /&gt;She put lipstick on her forehead because she needed to make up her mind.&lt;br /&gt;She tried to arrange the M&amp;amp;M sweets in alphabetical order.&lt;br /&gt;She sent me a fax with a stamp on it.&lt;br /&gt;She tried to drown a fish.&lt;br /&gt;She thought a quarterback was a refund.&lt;br /&gt;She almost died of starvation when she was locked up in a grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;She tripped over a cordless phone.&lt;br /&gt;She took a a ruler to sleep to see how long she slept.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted a price check at The Dollar Store.&lt;br /&gt;She studied for a blood test.&lt;br /&gt;She thought meow mix was a CD for cats.&lt;br /&gt;When she heard that 90% of all crimes occur around the house, she moved.&lt;br /&gt;She missed the 44 bus, so she took the 22 bus twice.&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, when she was sending me to the airport, she saw a sign saying 'airport left' and went back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-5117966535540576395?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/5117966535540576395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=5117966535540576395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/5117966535540576395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/5117966535540576395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/08/stupid-but-i-like-it.html' title='Stupid, but I like it'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-5115584277065916134</id><published>2008-08-21T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T05:49:13.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psssssst</title><content type='html'>Psssst. Psssssssssst. Hey kid. Yeah you, the one wearing the red shirt. You want a lollipop? You do? Well all you gotta do is get that jail key from that nice mr. policeman over there. Yeah, the one sleeping on that 1-legged chair! Yeah, get the key from him, but dont wake him up! Or else we'll be in BIG trouble. BIG BIG trouble. No no dont go! Look, I think your mum is somewhere in the toilet testing her pregnancy. Yeah, I think so. Look, just get the key from the polieman and you can get a lollipop. I'll give you a big one if you kill him! But dont wake him up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should you do it? Dont you want a lollipop? Big... round... swirly... lollipop. Yeah, I have tonnes of em at my house. Yeah they have cool names like marijuana, which is named after mary, the one who first invented the lollipop and also cocaine, because it tastes like chocolate! Yeah... I eat em all day. Heck I'll even give you 10 lollipops! Just get that key from me. Please... Oh this? No, this is not a VERY SHARP KNIFE. This is merely a... a... erm... ah yes! a stick I got after eating a lollipop. Yeah lollipops need sticks right? Yeah, go go. Get that key from that policeman. Cmon pleaseeeeee. You will do it? Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news reporter : A 10 year old kid and a local drug dealer was found here in Red Oaks police dispatch centre escaping in a blue police mobile. The kid, believed to be in it for a LOLLIPOP was kidnapped and taken hostage by the drug dealer, Toh. Police dispatch has been sent to retrieve the little boy. The little boys mother, Mary, aged 18 was found dead in a hospital after commited suicide when she found out that she was pregnant. More news after this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-5115584277065916134?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/5115584277065916134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=5115584277065916134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/5115584277065916134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/5115584277065916134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/08/psssssst.html' title='Psssssst'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-2212174923893215072</id><published>2008-08-20T09:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:43:55.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're kinda... in my way.</title><content type='html'>Hello sir, whats your name? Bob? Oh hi Bob, do you mind telling me what you are doing? Why am I asking? Oh because you are kind of... in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you're in my way.  Your somehow big body is deterring me from going to the point of place in which my course of destination has to stop. What? Oh Im not calling you fat. Im just calling you... somehow big. Its not because your fat. Its because your... your... ah yes! You're muscularly fit. You seem to be working out alot. Yeah. Like that Arnold Schwarzen-whatever guy whos name is hard to spell.  Yes you do remind me of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant I move? Oh, you see, I cant move because I am needed to stay at this direction. Or else I would DIE. Yes, Im not kidding, I will DIE. Look, why dont you just move a few steps over there, and I can walk away, thus causing no trouble for either of us. Why do I die if I walk somewhere else? Im am unable to answer that question. Look, just take a few steps away from your current position, and I can finally be on my way. Or, I can climb over you, but that would look GAY. Besides, I bet everyone here has a camera phone that will automatically press the capture button right when they see something ODD, or WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir, I think its been possibly, 1 minute now. You could just move maybe 3 steps to your left... err I mean right, unless you like to be hit by a car and no harm comes to any of us. No no im not stating that im stronger than you. Im as weak as a stick and your physique states that you are quite likely an experienced fighter. What? You were the runner-up of a heavyweight championship? Oh, that makes all the reason why you should move out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I dont have time right now. The north pole aint going to wait for me until it totally melts so why not I give you 5 bucks and you can go somewhere and get a drink? Yeah, even invite your friend. What? A drink nowadays costs 2 bucks each and you have 3 friends? Ok, here, have this 10 dollar note. Ok, please, go now and have a drink, or maybe buy 10 things from a 1 dollar shop. Ok, thanks, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit... a wall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-2212174923893215072?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/2212174923893215072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=2212174923893215072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2212174923893215072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2212174923893215072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-kinda-in-my-way_20.html' title='You&apos;re kinda... in my way.'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-9100527123578052834</id><published>2008-08-15T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T01:45:58.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This commercial has been brought to you by oxyMORONS!</title><content type='html'>Do you feel weak?&lt;br /&gt;Are you experiencing loss of appetite?&lt;br /&gt;Do you lose interest at things you have always wanted to do?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like you want to hug a pig and throw your dog out of the house?&lt;br /&gt;Are you the one who always shouts dolphins when the atmosphere is gloom?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like mayonaisse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you suffer 1 or more of these symptoms, its probably because you are RANDOM!&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM is a symptom known to cause violence, stress, flatulence, burping, breathing, running, jumping, jogging, swimming, more swimming, seeing things in the color pink, thinking the moon is made of Feta cheese, and more swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, scientists at SHIT (South Harmon Institute of Technology) have invented a new drug that can cure this growing disease. Yes! happy pill! happy pill is made from 25% cocaine, 50% marijuana, 25% ecstacy and 1% possum juice! This drug has been tested on pigs, raccoons, and also bats. But dont take our word for it, look at these happy customers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer 1: Before I took happy pill, my life was full of sorrow. Each day I lived I felt like I wanted to commit suicide. Now that I'm taking happy pills, I now own my own garbage dumping area! Thank you SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer 2: All my life I dreamed of marrying with the girl I always dreamed of. Everyday I intentionally bump into her (literally) just so I can smell her sweet alpine scent. Now that I've taken Happy pill, I can dream of her all day long and feel that its real! Heck I even feel like shes real! Thank you SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer 3:  (we are sorry, due to an unfortunate incident involving an overdose of an unknown drug, he has passed away. We mourn the death of customer 3.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for!? An invitation? Get happy pill today, and feel the happy effects now! Call 016-22-134-19 now and get 15% off your first happy pill bottle! Now sold in crates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*warning, overdose of said drug may cause too much happiness. Wait, isnt that good? Bah who cares about you customers! You're money is gonna make me rich! RICH I TELL YOU! RICH!!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-9100527123578052834?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/9100527123578052834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=9100527123578052834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/9100527123578052834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/9100527123578052834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-commercial-has-been-brought-to-you.html' title='This commercial has been brought to you by oxyMORONS!'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-8853756090652668266</id><published>2008-08-12T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:02:51.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil brothers...</title><content type='html'>are really, really, really, annoying. And not just them, lil sisters too! My lil bro literally tried to flood the house by leaving the tap water running. *sigh* and my lil sis plays the computer at night and my mum suspects that its me thats playing the computer... NOT ME!!! Meh, whats the use, complaining isnt really my thing. So... Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-8853756090652668266?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/8853756090652668266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=8853756090652668266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/8853756090652668266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/8853756090652668266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/08/lil-brothers.html' title='Lil brothers...'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-7791890497032666259</id><published>2008-08-10T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T03:06:24.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi again... zaim here</title><content type='html'>Hi readers of my blog. Dont click the X sign, coz its not something crazy again. Well, its kinda boring, so if you do wanna click the X sign, go ahead. Im not stopping you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, its been a weird today thanks to a friend I had just met. Now im hooked to the song that I posted in my last post. Yes. That song... Heck I dont know why. My brain says its coz my body agrees to the bpm... anyways, I feel so high right now I wanna talk about stuff and blog. Like... how I turned into a vampire, and how my blood sucker cannot differiante between the blood type b+ and o+. hahahaha!!! thats so easy. Well, at least not easy for you normal mortals. You mortals have to go do Dna tests and such. Noobs! Oh... Im getting weird again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, caramell dansen is a swedish song to some people who do not know the song. Some guy made english lyrics from that swedish song, what the lyrics sound like that is. Japan eat a hand??? thats weird. Anyways, zaim out for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Did anyone read my MOC blog yet???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-7791890497032666259?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/7791890497032666259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=7791890497032666259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7791890497032666259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7791890497032666259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-again-zaim-here.html' title='Hi again... zaim here'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-7484449990723446141</id><published>2008-08-10T02:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T02:47:07.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>caramell dansen</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/miEv85LW2TE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/miEv85LW2TE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-7484449990723446141?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/7484449990723446141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=7484449990723446141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7484449990723446141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/7484449990723446141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/08/caramell-dansen_10.html' title='caramell dansen'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-4072381665725530224</id><published>2008-08-08T05:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T05:46:30.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Online Chronicles is out!</title><content type='html'>Yes! As the title states, Magic Online Chronicles, or MOC for short, is out now! Though this is a small event for you people reading this, its a big one for me because, I never liked writing stories. Maybe this MOC can be the stepping stone for me to become a billionaire! lol yeah right, likes that ever gonna happen. Anyways, heres the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://magiconlinechronicles.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://magiconlinechronicles.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-4072381665725530224?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/4072381665725530224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=4072381665725530224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4072381665725530224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4072381665725530224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/08/magic-online-chronicles.html' title='Magic Online Chronicles is out!'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-340859919819482658</id><published>2008-08-08T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T05:27:49.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth about living</title><content type='html'>The truth about living is that we all are at risk of dying every second that we are living our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt matter wether you're a baby, or a teenager, or an old man. Heck, and aeroplane could fall from the sky and land on me and I'd die. The only difference is that the chances of you dying at that place, and time and situation. Theres alot of possiblites to die while your in a car. You could crash. In a plane, a terrorist might hold you hostage and shoot you after they get their money. Your house? A jealous friend comes by, with the intent to kill you. Cinema? A fire breaks out and you're trapped in a big oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no escaping from the risk of death. So appreciate life more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Zaim, signing off, and feeling soooo high right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-340859919819482658?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/340859919819482658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=340859919819482658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/340859919819482658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/340859919819482658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/08/truth-about-living.html' title='the truth about living'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-447619830119554930</id><published>2008-08-03T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T10:20:55.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good lord, Im sad!</title><content type='html'>Sadness, sorrow, despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 3 words show, what a person can be, or what a person can avoid to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it my inquisitve nature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, but all I know for now is that Im feeling very sad. Teenagers call it emo, adults call it adolescent stress, I just call it sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be the person who avoids all sadness and sorrow. Full of joy and carefree feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-447619830119554930?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/447619830119554930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=447619830119554930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/447619830119554930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/447619830119554930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-lord-im-sad.html' title='Good lord, Im sad!'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-6720391993088561436</id><published>2008-08-01T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:58:23.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aah yes...</title><content type='html'>The gush of emo energy that has been dealt by my sad friend faye has finally died down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I also did something really random at class yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the front of the class, a teacher passing by gave me a piece of paper. I took it up, and at that moment of chaos the class had done, I felt high. I went to the front of the class, and help up the paper high. I got everyones attention and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EVERYONE! I GIVE YOU..... PAPER!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me have my moment of peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-6720391993088561436?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/6720391993088561436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=6720391993088561436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/6720391993088561436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/6720391993088561436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/08/aah-yes.html' title='Aah yes...'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-3120988269125978879</id><published>2008-07-31T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T04:57:44.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>My sad friend faye,&lt;br /&gt;her words made astray,&lt;br /&gt;leaving me, all crumpled up in confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was always so free,&lt;br /&gt;delightfully glee,&lt;br /&gt;but she is now full of anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her words makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;Her jokes make me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;but she is now feeling sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to be so happy,&lt;br /&gt;full of joy and ever after,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, something made her mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im writing this poem,&lt;br /&gt;Just hoping it would end,&lt;br /&gt;this sudden gush of emo&lt;br /&gt;energy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-3120988269125978879?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/3120988269125978879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=3120988269125978879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3120988269125978879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3120988269125978879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-8309128911578601446</id><published>2008-07-21T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T04:27:42.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>honey...?</title><content type='html'>My friend wanted me to update my blog. So, whaddya know, I updated it! And he also said to fill it with real events. So... I woke up, bathed, got my school uniform on, ate breakfast, went to school, learn a bunch of pretty much cool stuff, stayed back from school, rehearsed my Jalan Sempit lines, made a mahjong sized comic, went home, ate dinner, and... blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I wanna leave some cryptic messages here. Also, I dont think you even &lt;strong&gt;WANT&lt;/strong&gt; to solve this cryptic message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rsvj fsu o grra aolr o esmms vpzzoy diovofr/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who solved it, dont help me. Im already gone in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-8309128911578601446?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/8309128911578601446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=8309128911578601446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/8309128911578601446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/8309128911578601446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/07/honey.html' title='honey...?'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-897689561433931320</id><published>2008-06-24T08:52:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:39:29.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone just wanna be random!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone. I am here today, to tell you all of something. People... want... to... be... random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people wanna be random. Dont ask me why, I bet you do too. Im already random as I am, so theres no added randomness. Anyways I have come up the perfect way to test you if you REALLY wanna be random. Just 1 task and you can already consider yourself random. Though it may be tricky, and you can back down at any time, but you gotta do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The task is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to yell out a word, totally irrelevant to the subject your learning, in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok? hard? Well yeah! Random has its price. Dont use pie though... pie is already worn out and is currently not funny. I suggest, Dolphins.... Just imagine yourself in the middle of the class, your teacher is boring everyone, and all of a sudden you stand up and yell out "DOLPHINS!!!" and the whole class goes "wtf!?" and the teacher says "Detention, NOW!" and you go "shit...". So my advice is, pick a teacher that wont immediately give you detention because you yelled out something utterly uncalled for. And totally random. But do remember, random has its limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok try and beat one of these random sentences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed because some birds were singing when I was eating sausages.&lt;br /&gt;Frog cannons can only be operated with possum juice.&lt;br /&gt;Pizzas can be made using concrete butter. These rare butters are made from 100% cotton and uranium.&lt;br /&gt;Noob-seeking polar bear missiles launched.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I climb in a laundry basket and tickle my ears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok? Ciao everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-897689561433931320?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/897689561433931320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=897689561433931320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/897689561433931320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/897689561433931320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/06/everyone-just-wanna-be-random.html' title='Everyone just wanna be random!!!'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-8798357238315529295</id><published>2008-06-24T08:52:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T01:06:21.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meh</title><content type='html'>I was gonna blog about somethin, but I ran out of ideas. Just read the post before this one, its really cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-8798357238315529295?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/8798357238315529295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=8798357238315529295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/8798357238315529295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/8798357238315529295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/06/meh.html' title='meh'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-6323941820590158998</id><published>2008-06-24T08:52:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T02:48:28.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow... RANDOM!!!</title><content type='html'>Once again, Admiral Buttercrust has been revived by Tidus using, Phoenix down!!! Suddenly, Michael Jackson fell from the sky! A small duck ran and took a bell from a cow shouting "The hell is falling, the hell is falling!!!". SUDDENLY, 100000000 roflcopters came from the sky, showering the whole world with OMG rockets, WTF bombs, LMAO chainguns and NOOB seeking missiles!!! The whole world was in chaos!!! or, at least America was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG!!! America was being overturned by zombie hitler and his undead army of robomonkeys!!! No wonder he almost won in world war 2!!! Those bastards. Admiral buttercrust said "Oh noes!!!!11 all mah solderz r teh nubz!!! lolz dey gt PWNED NOW!!!" and all of his fleet was destroyed by those darn robomonkeys. Admiral had to escape in a small hole he made while staying in Japan. It was a nice and warm hole, filled with books to read, stacks and stacks of endless food, and internet... for PORN! Lol. 10 weeks had passed and the admiral checked the outside world. Oh noes!!! ZOMBIE SUICIDAL ROBOMONKEYS FROM HELL!!! Admiral knew what he had to do. He had to... unleash... the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEAPONS OF MASS DISTRACTIOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNN!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sorry, I mean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTIOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNN!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took out his machinegun which fires 10 chainsaws per second. Imagine... 10, frikkin chainsaws, fired right at your enemies, erm... lets call it his wee wee. ouch... FATALITY! He was totally owning. I mean, really totally owning. He checked his score. 99 kills, 1 death. lolz noob. OMG another wave of zombie suicidal robomonkeys from hell!!! or, as I like to call them, sheep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The admiral tried to find survivors of the 10 week war, but only managed to find a baby. Wait... this baby might be the key to reviving humans on earth!!! Or... he can use the baby as decoy and quickly sneak in a spaceship while those sheeps go on chasing that baby. After the baby has been killed, he would blast off to another universe, not known by man or beast from earth. As he gets ready for his long trip in hyperspace, he places a grave marker next to his hole. and on it says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lolz I R Le4v1ing nub planet n m g0ing to DEATH STAR!!!!!!111!!!!111 rofl nubz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S dont worry, the baby is safe. Just when those sheep was gonna eat that baby, some space cats from the planet Kittykat came to conquer the planet as their own, and kept the baby to ensure the survival of the human species. cool ending aye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-6323941820590158998?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/6323941820590158998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=6323941820590158998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/6323941820590158998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/6323941820590158998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/06/wow-random.html' title='Wow... RANDOM!!!'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-2966745173604572402</id><published>2008-06-24T08:52:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T03:17:10.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Construction review</title><content type='html'>Magic Online Chronicles is well on its way. Already at episode 2. Just a few more days of total imagination...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-2966745173604572402?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/2966745173604572402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=2966745173604572402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2966745173604572402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2966745173604572402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/06/construction-review.html' title='Construction review'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-3979583764279199114</id><published>2008-06-24T08:52:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T04:16:44.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon to come!!!</title><content type='html'>Today, at zaims blog, I am releasing 2 new blogs for all you readers to read! One, which will be updated each time I feel like it, is called 'Phone Call Chronicles' and will be available to you all via the link that I have put at the side of this post. The other one, called 'Magic Online Chronicles' is currently under construction and will not be available to all readers until at least episode 5 is completed. So stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-3979583764279199114?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/3979583764279199114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=3979583764279199114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3979583764279199114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/3979583764279199114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/06/soon-to-come.html' title='Soon to come!!!'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-2120984124932633211</id><published>2008-06-24T08:52:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T02:30:16.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal nerd IM conversation</title><content type='html'>darkmaster101: hai2u r u girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Luis E: no lol bt i pwn u!!1oneone!eleventytwo11@!@!212&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darkmaster101: omg i wil haxx u eezy i r 1337 h4x pl0x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Luis E: omg omg omg stfu noes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darkmaster101: ryt dats it u r getin tub3r hax0red.U wll b suxxing dixxxx so0o0 bdlyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admin: both of you gtfo now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darkmaster101:OMGWTFBBQ! y da fux r we gettin bansed? srsly. you suxx dixx all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darkmaster101 and Juan Luis E have been banned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-2120984124932633211?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/2120984124932633211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=2120984124932633211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2120984124932633211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/2120984124932633211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/06/normal-nerd-im-conversation.html' title='Normal nerd IM conversation'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-4451150754802513809</id><published>2008-06-24T08:52:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:58:05.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lol noob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aahh mondays... How I hate mondays... Only retarded and brain-damaged people would think mondays are the best. Why? coz they live in the mentally broken hospital where they serve pizza on mondays! Maybe. Maybe not. Anyways, Im finally seeing an easy, yet hard for some people to do talent of mine. Its using windows paint! bam bam bam!!! Well... when I think of it, not much people can make stuff from the windows paint and make it look good. And maybe edit pictures using the paint too... So heres proof (or half-proof since the pics were taken from the web) that I can edit and manipulate stuff in windows paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SHHLCXgCgtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1bkLs_E0CTQ/s1600-h/cod4+parody+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220176684627690194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SHHLCXgCgtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1bkLs_E0CTQ/s200/cod4+parody+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a translator XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SHHKU7pVCLI/AAAAAAAAACw/sdzaosfW1nY/s1600-h/cod4+parody+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220175904056346802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SHHKU7pVCLI/AAAAAAAAACw/sdzaosfW1nY/s200/cod4+parody+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;spiderman in black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SHHKBAGbsMI/AAAAAAAAACo/n0oNDRp-emg/s1600-h/cod4+parody+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220175561654776002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SHHKBAGbsMI/AAAAAAAAACo/n0oNDRp-emg/s200/cod4+parody+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lol to those who cant see the tiny writings and translate it in english, it means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"anyone got radar?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-4451150754802513809?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/4451150754802513809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=4451150754802513809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4451150754802513809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/4451150754802513809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/06/lol-noob.html' title='lol noob'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/SHHLCXgCgtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1bkLs_E0CTQ/s72-c/cod4+parody+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-8509522622988241879</id><published>2008-06-24T08:52:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T07:08:33.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivasi Alihan Pelajar</title><content type='html'>As the title goes, I skipped the school jogathan because of that. Now people may say, "Its just a normal motivation speech!" but... to be honest... its helped me boost up that little confidence I had for my PMR. To my slacker friends, I might not be in contact with you guys much. It all started at Saturday, 8.30 am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I entered the erm... hall, I can see a lot of strangers, all attending the RM300-costing motivation camp. They were all as blur as I am. My cousin was there too. After a few minutes of awkward silence and seating problems, the first session finally started. As the teacher came in the hall, you all might say the first thing he would say is "welcome to the MAP blah blah blah we teach you how to study blah blah blah"... but, this is really different. As soon as he came in, BAM! He started shouting at us because we greeted his "assalamualaikum" very poorly, like a monday perhimpunan rasmi in SMKDJ. Me and the other 250 students just listened in silence as he screamed and yelled and how he totally dissed us on how we were so STUPID and how we are so WEAK and were SO ON SO ON... All we could do was just listen, coz everything was fucking, true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the first teacher had left, the second teacher came in. You all might think the suffering has just ended. Guess what? IT FUCKING DIDNT! The second teacher came in and yelled at us on how we were WEAK and how we are all STUPID and how we like to SLACK, DRUGS, SMOKE, REMP IT, SO ON SO ON. And again we all listened in total, fucking, dead, silence... if he got $1 for every true thing he said about us, he wouldnt be there talking to us at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the third teacher came in. Thats where the jokes come in. The third teacher was especially the most favorited, coz he didnt yell much, except for that one time one kid fell asleep. I tell you, 1 thing all those 3 teachers have in common is, if a kid is being a total bad kid like in school, you would get a shoe stuck in your skull, literally... Im not joking. You go there and sleep, youre fucking dead meat. But one thing we all learned is, at that day was, how to remember things well. Yeah some motivational speeches say like "remember your notes by repeating it, repeat, repeat" but I didnt know that there was an easier way to repeat, and not FORGET! Im a god damn lucky student to go there. Im not joking. Just on the first day, they changed 30% of us from total stupid slacking malay boys, to a slightly better version of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day came, we got tested on wether we had studied the ways to remember our studies. Funny eh? So the first teacher, as in the second teacher of yesterday, came in and took a look at our answer sheet, as yesterday, he shouted, and scolded, and yelled, and did some things with his hands to make us look like were stupid, and some more yelling. It was all true. Not even 10% of us bothered to even study what we had learned. I was lucky I took the chance to look back. But that didnt stop him from tearing our answer sheets to threads though... 3 times... and whats amazing is that what he said was all, fucking true. As the more truth unfolded, we began to realize more about what we had to change. I just realized that, 'JUST STUDYING AND READING' wasnt enough. Not even 1% close to achieving an A. We had to know how to READ and how to STUDY the most effective way. Im not joking. We had to learn HOW to READ and STUDY. HOW to PICK all the IMPORTANT NOTES. Like PICK all the notes that are ENLARGED, or &lt;em&gt;italiced, &lt;/em&gt;or highlighted and underlined. I wish you guys were there to actually know what you could do to get that 10% bit to get that A+ you had all dreamed of. But its for malay muslims since it uses muslim words and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So although you all think I just booked a class to get yelled at, actually being yelled at is 50% of the whole thing. The other 50% of the whole class was spent on real life stories, examples, and making jokey examples and such. Being yelled at was just a way to make us focus 200% at what they were teaching coz it was especially important. It was 2 days, 2 knowledge-filled days. Seriously if you have the chance to go there and make a new something out of yourself, (to all malay muslims of course) then go there. You'd be glad your mum had spent that precious 300 on that class. Oh yeah and dont forget to hug your mum and say "thanks mum for everything you have done". Its the one thing that your gonna regret losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally blogged by,&lt;br /&gt;ZAIM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-8509522622988241879?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/8509522622988241879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=8509522622988241879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/8509522622988241879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/8509522622988241879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/06/motivasi-alihan-pelajar.html' title='Motivasi Alihan Pelajar'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139742877134762679.post-1606414944730267505</id><published>2008-06-24T08:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T03:31:49.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROFL</title><content type='html'>Yknow some people just say, 'rofl', but they dont exactly roll on the floor and is still laughing. Me... well... not exactly rolling... but still fall on floor laughing... so its fofl. Weird... I cant really roll on the floor laughing when like 30 people from my school are watching right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my computer is really really ****ed up today. Dunno why. It keeps saying 'autosave fail'. And also its making a funny noise when I press m. The noise!!! Lol kidding. I dont hear the noise, but my pc is still ****ed up though. Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139742877134762679-1606414944730267505?l=zaimfullgore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/feeds/1606414944730267505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139742877134762679&amp;postID=1606414944730267505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/1606414944730267505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139742877134762679/posts/default/1606414944730267505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaimfullgore.blogspot.com/2008/06/rofl.html' title='ROFL'/><author><name>Miaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938610638929000572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIUZ29BMiIY/Sq-JlW1EfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MLo-rCMFWc4/S220/hunter+pouncing+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
