<?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-4459217289239748227</id><updated>2011-08-29T05:57:14.934-07:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='monsterhunter'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='wow'/><category term='crab'/><category term='comic fiesta'/><category term='Alex Mercer'/><category term='shukri'/><category term='lol'/><category term='awesome'/><title type='text'>Nether's Notes.</title><subtitle type='html'>FLOP FLOP FLOP RARARAR</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-4224310031080803241</id><published>2010-08-06T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T08:51:55.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New post soon.</title><content type='html'>As soon as I feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-4224310031080803241?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/4224310031080803241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=4224310031080803241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/4224310031080803241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/4224310031080803241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-post-soon.html' title='New post soon.'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-1557002191126455921</id><published>2010-04-12T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T05:14:00.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a sad post :, (</title><content type='html'>I am sad. So I shall do what any fuckwit would do. Post a blog about it. So there. God i'm so lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-1557002191126455921?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/1557002191126455921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=1557002191126455921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/1557002191126455921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/1557002191126455921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-sad-post.html' title='This is a sad post :, ('/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-3217637446083114740</id><published>2010-02-02T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T09:08:01.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><title type='text'>These days.</title><content type='html'>So Its been awhile since my last post. I feel like talking about something. But not TO someone. Thats what blogs are for. It makes you feel as if people actually give a shit about what you're gonna post. But they don't, so you get the security of people not actually reading your innermost and embarrassing thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i bought Mass Effect 2 last week. And I finished Mass Effect 2 LAST WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why do people who watch anime/read manga and whatnot find characters that "tsundere" or "Indifferent" appealing? It completely baffles the mind don't it? Or even romancing of childhood friends or the brother-sister scenario. Not forgetting the millions of improbable events. Y'know what im talking about. The confession-then-run-then-hoshitconfessionattheendoftheseason, or the i'm gonna trip or something but i'll fall onto you and we stare into each others eys blushing for a good 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because these things, are so predictable? Or because they're not real? Alot of things in life are shades of grey. Never always 'just like that'.&lt;br /&gt;How i see people, or people who watch anime, Tsundere characters appeal because they are maybe pushy, angry, and always picks on &lt;insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you always know 'nah she loves him, she just doing that to hide it' And that is appealing. Maybe that would be too in real life, but there is no knowledge of 'hey she likes me, thats why she doing this'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, stonecold characters i.e Nagato. Though she has the apparent warmth of a rock, she has a solid fanbase. Which kinda baffles me that if you have someone like that in real life, they'd probably won't have many friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I hear? Fangirls screaming for a pouting cold-staring main character. hey could wassup? And you Tsuna. OH no I didn't forget you guy-from-vampire-knight-who-is-not-edward. What is it that girls find them so appealing when they have 2 modes. emo-emotionless. And no tsuna in his cliche 'loser' self does not count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here. I stop this silly rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also for those of you who like to chew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should chew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON MY FIST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IULhtth7wMA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IULhtth7wMA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-3217637446083114740?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/3217637446083114740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=3217637446083114740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/3217637446083114740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/3217637446083114740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2010/02/these-days.html' title='These days.'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-3676774672968254465</id><published>2010-01-26T08:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T08:50:10.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been having alot of dreams. Mostly good. All weird. Cause thats how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heres one I had just this morning. Its awkwardly sentimental. But I'm just posting it here so I don't forget.&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;So as far back as I can remember in the dream, it was a hogwarts-esque house. As in' if you had hogwarts resemble my house. For some reason I wasn't flinging fireballs everywhere. cause If I could use magic i would. Anywho, there were these 2 dudes practicing necromancy. cause you know in alot of magic related worls necromancy is baaaaaaaaaaaaad. So like i reported this to the head mage, or first enchanter or dumbledore, whichever will help you understand this mans position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was all like 'Oh, this is troublesome'. Then he sent me to wait in a room. Which strangely resembled my living room. After a short moment I tried walking out. But when I opened the door I was greeted by a big mean green dude guarding the door. He looked none too pleased to see me try to leave, so I slowly closed the door. So there I sat and waited. Then a young woman came in. Holding a doll. She greeted me. We made idle chatter but I somehow felt she, a puppeteer, would turn me into her puppet. Not too pleasing a thought.&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;Then another person came in. A puppet in the shape of a attractive young girl. Whos eyes were obscured but know they had a calm in them. A assuring and somewhat devious smile. Next to me she sat.  A little pleasantries, small talk. A giggle or two there. Then it became apparent i enjoyed her company. We spent a long time together at this moment. Then before i realised. My dream self fell in love with this girl in a dream. He skin felt soft like flesh but it was cold as stone. (Given we can't really feel heat in dreams but you know what i mean) But my heart felt warm. I could feel her affection. I felt safe, then in the dream I felt asleep. And I woke. And my heart, still felt warm and fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes an interesting thought. Could something unreal in both sense that she was a marionette and merely a dream, fulfill the heart? The yearning for some would call it 'love'?&lt;br /&gt;It would be no, not permanently.  Merely a fleeting feeling. But a good one nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;But it kinda answers my question, 'What is love?'. It is that feeling of the heart you get when you're with someone. a sense a safety, affection and fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall always remember this girl who I fell in love with. A girl who exist only in the dream and within that dream was no a real person herself, a dream puppet, but one who hastaught me a lesson that is so very real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl named &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matsuri&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-3676774672968254465?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/3676774672968254465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=3676774672968254465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/3676774672968254465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/3676774672968254465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-8155916378768834097</id><published>2009-12-31T03:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T04:22:33.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex Mercer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic fiesta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>New Years Eve and CF day-2.</title><content type='html'>So its New Years Eve, so this may be a super long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comic Fiesta Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I arrive one the second day about the same time as Day 1. Again since It was still much too early for the Hall to be Open I waited patiently outside. The time came close, but before entering I registered myself for the Solo Cosplay Competition. Cause you know, there'd be nothing else to do. I was the 3rd guy to register behind a Akatsuki member from 'NAW-ROU-TOE'(Naruto) whos name I don't recall and the super hot Xaj as some dude from Ouran Host Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they gave me a tag. Which allowed me FREE entrance into the hall. And I was like 'wut'. I could've saved 10 dollars. So after I flashed my fancy new tag to the doormens and doorwomens and laughed at their powerlessness, again I was greeted by the red carpet. Again, some booths were still setting up and again the Emcees were summoning the CFers in. And so they came. They again gave out prizes for simple task such as not killing them where they stand, and I got a doodleart book from the people of Animasia. There was still some time before the contestants started to gather so I went to the GAMEAXIS booth. I was disappointed there didn't have Guitar Hero 5. So Rock band would have to do. So I started playing the guitar on hard. And a crowd started to gather. Cause Alex Mercer rocking is made of 3 kinds of awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I further frolicked within the hall until it was time to gather in front of the ticket counter for registration. So further I wait. Then I say kathleen. She had a nice wig. Miku wig. I wish i had a miku wig. And feli fixing kaths miku wig. She had a luka wig. I wish I had a luka wig. Anyway, my manservent, Mun Yee fetched me coke. Cause coke fuels me. And then she bombarded me with praises as to not anger me. I, being the most merciful of humans, spared her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they led us in a line to the side of the stage. On the way, I saw |\/|@S+3R CH33F. And I was like "HAY MASTUR CHEEF". Anyway, so they first introduced each of the contestants on stage and had us all ponied in a line. So we each did out 1 minute skit to 'woo' the audience enough to become a finalist. 1st up was Xaj, he did a sexy strip tease and spread love to the judges. Like always. He loves to love. Too much love. And you know what they say about too much love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EceOhfqYQhw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EceOhfqYQhw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is the Akatsuki member with his fancy swordplay. And then it was my turn. And I thought to myself, 'what would Alex Mercer do?' and the answer was a deep and complicated one. I had to look deep within myself, it took while for me to digest it. He would kill everyone in the hall. So I did just that. Or not. I leap-frogged of the stage and started humping the blade in the direction of the audience-judges who looked non too please-cameramen-audience. Then I got back onto the stage and 'slit' the throat of the co-MC. The other MC tried to run. BUT HE FAILED AS I SMITED HIM TO THE GROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qR7U1HIhxfA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qR7U1HIhxfA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the crowd cheered. The feeling of awesomeness was quite awesome. I didn't pay much attention to the later contestants. Except Kirin Jun. She is good hunter. And Garland. Cause I like the character. Other not so much. I still had some fatigue from the previous day so I spent more of my time resting when I could. Then Kit Fai came along and was like 'Dawg you hair so long, how do you see. Ok, I go get lunch first.' So back onto the hall floor I go. You know, It occured to me that Fel,Kat,tian and ling were almost never in the hall. Cause you know obviously they have an awesome &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GROUP&lt;/span&gt; photoshoot. While I'm a solo player. Or maybe it has something to do with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;photographers&lt;/span&gt;(you know who you are) taking pictures &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; of attractive young females. But y'know none of my business. Clearly using some pictures as a wallpaper is fine too. Not creepy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ahem* Anyway. They will only announce the finalist at 4 which is not so long away. And 4 came. So they summoned us back on stage. And announce the 8 finalist. The first was of course, Xaj with all his Charm and Sex Appeal. A real Manwich. And the second finalist was me, Alex Mercer. It was a small shock. The others I can't recall so clearly. I know there was Kirinjun, Hunter and Garland. Now the 8 finalist are to pick their prop and theme for the final round. I got hopping and wig. I was not too pleased. So I set out on my quest to find a wig. Now my first thought on getting a wig was of course friends. But they either 1) don't have a wig or 2) Never answer your damned phones. So I requested and/or threatened a boothdude to borrow me his. I had a wig and story Idea. Watch the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0B0XQHa3pvo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/0B0XQHa3pvo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like a good story at the time. Also I was dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;Also to the person who lent me his wig, once again thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Heres his blog : &lt;a href="http://rednekohat.blogspot.com"&gt;rednekohat.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time between the final round and the price giving ceremony was abit of a blur.&lt;br /&gt;Jumping straight to the ceremony. The only awards I noted were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garbranth, best-in-hall. Which was well deserved cause that armor was wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dante and Trish, winner of the OTP competition with their Devil May Cry the Musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taikoubou from no idea what series, Honorable Mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my name was called for the second Honorable Mention. Which is quite a surprise, I didn't think the crowd or judges would take a liking to Alex Mercer. Mostly because IMO I think the CF population is more biased towards Asian or specifically Anime cosplayers. FEMALE cosplayers. Oh yes I said it. Only because its true. So i got a trophy and prize, a KAGAMIKU.&lt;br /&gt;The best cosplayer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirin from Monster Hunter. Cause monster hunter cosplay is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that there was a celebration, but I left instead of joining in the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its 3 hours and 50 minutes to 2010. And I feel a moment of doubt for the coming year. But thats just fear of the future and the changes it might bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009 in Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January&lt;br /&gt;I enrolled in The ONE Academy. I met new people. Changed myself. Met a green faggot, though I didn't realised he was one at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February&lt;br /&gt;Life went on as usual, from what I can recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March&lt;br /&gt;Started to realise that the green one is indeed a faggot playing at cool. This march the beginning of the revelation.&lt;br /&gt;Dad passed away March 6th 2009 8:14pm. Sad tears are sad. Comforting friends have my further gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;Some stuff happened. Started to who more hostility towars the green one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Imma skip to the months I can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you just had to do something. And you do it now, because if you don't, It could possibly destroy you. 'There are no tears...' I said. But when you find yourself finally alone, the facade you put up, they break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things change. Others don't. This specific feeling would not, will not change. It makes me glad, because its genuine. But also makes me feel terrible, because its genuine.&lt;br /&gt;Some people wish they could turn back time and undo the mistakes they make. Even If I could I never would want to change the past. Thats just what it is. The past. And y'know you can't live in the past. I sometimes cringe when I entertain the thought of 'what if?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31st December 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we stand at the doorway to 2010. I fear what the future brings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-8155916378768834097?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/8155916378768834097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=8155916378768834097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/8155916378768834097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/8155916378768834097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-eve-and-cf-day-2_31.html' title='New Years Eve and CF day-2.'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-5940019750113338131</id><published>2009-12-27T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T03:40:12.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-CF Day One Pre-New years and full of pancakes.</title><content type='html'>Because pancakes are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Comic Fiesta 2009 just took place a week ago. But I'm gonna talk about it anyway, cause thats how I roll. So I took off from home at 9am already in full 'costume' if you could call it that. The event was still a few hours away so i went to get some breakfast at Ming Tien. But shih shin lied and she didn't eat breakfast with me :&lt; style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I dexterously avoided any messes to myself. Also I had coke. So after I ate, I set off to the Sunway Convention Centre. This would be the 4th time i've seen the inside of Sunway Pyramid before it actually opened. And there I waited, standing oh so menacingly beside the armblade. Until Chris came and gave me my ticket. Then I waited again, cause the hall still wasn't open.   Then I saw kathleen and friends. And i was all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/i/c/icameplz.gif?3"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 57px; height: 57px;" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/i/c/icameplz.gif?3" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cause she either didn't see me or didn't recognise me. So I was all like ninja. Then I came up next to her in the ticket line and I was all&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/q/squidwardrapefaceplz.jpg?1"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/q/squidwardrapefaceplz.jpg?1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. "Ha you don't has ticket"&lt;br /&gt;And she was all&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/k/n/knucklesohplz.png?3"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/k/n/knucklesohplz.png?3" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. So after that i went into the hall. A committee member questioned me about my armblade. The materials are safe but in my mind I karate'd her face to let me in. So the first thing i noticed when I entered was, "hey, nice red carpet" and then it was the rows of chairs at the stage area, which were alot more than the previous year. The setup was pretty sweet, except for the gallery and spawn, because they caused major traffic problems. So the booths were still in the midst of setting up. As I was passing by the Dj console, the emcees were like "holy crap, its Alex Mercer" and i gave them a grin. Or was it a pout. I'm not sure at this point. So people start pouring into the hall as the opening ceremony was about to begin and I sat in the front row. Because my armblade would inconvenience me if I sat anywhere at the back. So as I waited while the emcees were summoning people inside, they started beat boxing and it was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they were speech by some dude from MSC and panel of VIPs to officiate Comic Fiesta 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I set forth and looked at the booths. Which i quickly glanced because I could single-handedly stop traffic. So I never got a good look at anything.&lt;br /&gt;Take pictures with people, bla bla bla. Then the emcees started to give out prizes for mini-games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Om nom nom* 'At this point at present time I am writing this post I'm eating dinner' *Om nom nom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they invited a special celebrity guest "Alex Mercer"&lt;br /&gt;I made my semi-dramatic entrance walking down the red carpet and onto the stage.&lt;br /&gt;So they called for 3 people for the 'game'. And the game would be who could be killed in the most horrible manner by me. The first 2 guys were fine and all. But the 3rd dude introduced himself as double A. I thought immediately that this guy was a fag. So he got the most brutal beating out of the three, so he won. He won the Award of Faggotry in my mind's eye. Anywho i got GUNDAM action figure for my efforts. More pictures~ At this point in time I was becoming weary. Walking around non-stop with an armblade was pretty tiring. But whenever I sat down I became restless and got back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i meet up with Uncle gay and of course god and that other dude. They were not very helpful in my obtaining of sustenance. Anywho, then it was the Group competition and OTP. I only really paid attention to Vampire Twiknight, it was hilarious. So only after that did I finally saw Miss.Kakachang, who is of course in group cosplay. And she didn't recognize me because my long hair makes me all NINJA. Also with her was Xaj and Kar. Which are not really their names but imma keep it private, to an extent. Also i met miss. Angeline for the first time and I was all&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/l/i/littleoldladyplz.gif?1"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/l/i/littleoldladyplz.gif?1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Ok not really. Sandra didn't really help as an intro either. Anyway I can't recall anything else important. Summary of the first day. Here a picture of Alex Mercer. I likes it. But it is one of my favourites. But I really wanted to take pictures with certain cosplayers but was either too shy and they were too busy with their own photoshoot :&lt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs163.snc3/19066_211972217985_656982985_3234124_7037772_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs163.snc3/19066_211972217985_656982985_3234124_7037772_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-5940019750113338131?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/5940019750113338131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=5940019750113338131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/5940019750113338131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/5940019750113338131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-cf-day-one-pre-new-years-and-full.html' title='Post-CF Day One Pre-New years and full of pancakes.'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-6523378601043512839</id><published>2009-11-21T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T04:23:17.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So this week.</title><content type='html'>Alot of stuff happened. I woke up, did stuff and went to sleep. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, so a week back I finally bought Dragon Age : Origins. Its a good game. So good I stayed up playing it till 3am for the first few days. But thats not important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my 1st year in TOA comes to an end, last monday, it being the last day to pass up the last assignment. I'm not sure what we did later that day. Oh yeah. we watched Inglorious Bastards.&lt;br /&gt; Best. WW2. Fictional. movie. ever.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aintitcool.com/images2009/bigbastard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 561px;" src="http://www.aintitcool.com/images2009/bigbastard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;So tuesday was pretty much boring an ineventful. No idea how I even got through the day. And i don't really wanna talk about the next day. Was almost equally uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it other than the past 36 hours, things have been dull. Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-6523378601043512839?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/6523378601043512839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=6523378601043512839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/6523378601043512839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/6523378601043512839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-this-week.html' title='So this week.'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-6377515053845344959</id><published>2009-11-07T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:57:44.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shukri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monsterhunter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crab'/><title type='text'>My name is Captain Matthius.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs094.snc3/16160_167804177581_783707581_2893939_3273443_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 266px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs094.snc3/16160_167804177581_783707581_2893939_3273443_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;So the 3rd semester is coming closer to an end. The 1st class to wrap up was LCS 3 : Drama. I would soo miss having not to do drama : &lt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 280px;" src="http://vsmedios.com/videojuegos/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/persona3portable_psp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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;But its in Japanese. And then I was all like "shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/monsterhunter/images/8/81/Plum-Daimyo-Hermitaur.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 239px;" src="http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/monsterhunter/images/8/81/Plum-Daimyo-Hermitaur.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been playing alot of monster hunter recently. I am now Rank 7 thanks to my hunting party.&lt;br /&gt;But then the game became a destroyer of lives. Fuck you G-Rank monsters. Seriously. Especially you, Plum coloured Daimyo Hermitaur, you're like the cousin no one else really talks to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now lets talk about you guys. Actually i don't think i have a anything to say. Except. Rex you are growing ever more pathetic by the week. The solution is clear but you are either to pig-headed or just too plain stupid to take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-6377515053845344959?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/6377515053845344959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=6377515053845344959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/6377515053845344959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/6377515053845344959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-name-is-captain-matthius.html' title='My name is Captain Matthius.'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-494032816830794897</id><published>2009-10-13T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:51:39.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There was this fire.</title><content type='html'>And it wasn't real. :O Much like Anna *wink* *wink* So today we finished our Second Drama Assignment and Physical pain appearance. The day ended with me being all sweaty. Like a manly sweat. So me and Ange hung out with IL peoples. And we did cool stuff, like bag on Rex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way rex, Shih shin hates you, and just to remind you, EVERYONE HATES YOU. That dude who you pass on the street? Hates you, that woman in the shop? Hates you. EVERYONE, EVERYONE hates you. Most of them don't know it yet. Also, you never had a 'tail', and you're hair doesn't look any better than before. And neither does your face, oh shnap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the subject on hair lets talk about mine. Its long. The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-494032816830794897?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/494032816830794897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=494032816830794897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/494032816830794897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/494032816830794897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-was-this-fire.html' title='There was this fire.'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-233547219729415995</id><published>2009-10-10T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:10:57.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So yesterday...</title><content type='html'>I met C2V, and Keith. Y'know the dudes who made Gengkey and Kuso Highschool/Lawak Kampus. They both wore the same hat. The hats were white. Also the designer T-shirts they were selling were highway robbery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got the Tools to make my Arm Blade, but I still need more Cardboard. So if any of you have cardboard you don't need, you know who to send it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats me, if it didn't cross your mind.&lt;br /&gt;You know those people who collect 'donations' for the needy? Not that i'm against helping the needy, but its just kind of annoying. Like one em just stepped in front of me and spoke chinese. So i just stared. Then she another one came by and ask malay or english. And I continued to stare, which i think i was also glaring. Slaring. Yeah. After a while, she just said thank you and I walked away. It was pretty awesome. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a hardware store, Ace doesn't sell large pieces of cardboard :&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-233547219729415995?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/233547219729415995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=233547219729415995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/233547219729415995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/233547219729415995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-yesterday.html' title='So yesterday...'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-3902172151255291579</id><published>2009-10-06T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T08:16:51.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><title type='text'>So before I woke up today,</title><content type='html'>I had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the entire thing but one part I remember was like, I was back in secondary school. But I was older and maybe i dropped out of school and I remember The girl, I think she was asking a question and I answer something like "I finally had enough balls to come back". Then suddenly, though frankly i think How could i possibly dream of something like that, I caress her face and pulled her closer and kissed. Then I walked forward somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thens I wokes up. And was all like "Woah". I think this dream, is telling me that I have the courage or will to face my past, be it mistakes or whatever, Or so I assume as symbolized by going back to secondary. Maybe it had something to do with The girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe...I need to stop playing my PSP right before bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-3902172151255291579?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/3902172151255291579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=3902172151255291579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/3902172151255291579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/3902172151255291579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-before-i-woke-up-today.html' title='So before I woke up today,'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-722559072819436786</id><published>2009-10-06T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:16:22.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mighty Morphin TOA Rangers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs244.snc1/9129_1132302917038_1511229174_30337858_1381799_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 463px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs244.snc1/9129_1132302917038_1511229174_30337858_1381799_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a friend of mine in IL0901-1, Lydia made the TOA Rangers. And through my awesomeness I am the (Crazy) White Ranger. For those of you who are not as the same college as I, I am known to always wear white, have an intense hate for the person green ranger is based upon and I spam Ow, I'm sorreh over and over. Also obligatory People power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today we finished our first 'drama' in class. Every group but one got A-. Li Wen's group got A, but I only played The Devil in it, but I was shoo awesome, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;So we all got divided into different groups, and I'm looking forward to the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Gary, our Drama lecturer had us do another expression, Happiness. Which was really easy compared to fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"THE ULTIMATE HAPPINESS"&lt;/span&gt; can be so easily achieved. So I imagined that I won the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME AWARD&lt;/span&gt; for killing R. Its like the ultimate ecstasy, And I got an A    :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-722559072819436786?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/722559072819436786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=722559072819436786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/722559072819436786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/722559072819436786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/10/mighty-morphin-toa-rangers.html' title='Mighty Morphin TOA Rangers.'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-441759474610069353</id><published>2009-10-05T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T08:09:20.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you hate a person...</title><content type='html'>Whom you have never met before, spoken to or even heard stories about. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; answer is, you can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-441759474610069353?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/441759474610069353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=441759474610069353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/441759474610069353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/441759474610069353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-do-you-hate-person.html' title='How do you hate a person...'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-6444697311346517492</id><published>2009-10-05T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T03:49:34.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Prototype]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/3/33720/1052015-prototype_super.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 438px;" src="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/3/33720/1052015-prototype_super.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Is a pretty awesome game.&lt;br /&gt;So awesome in fact, that i'm gonna cosplay as Alex Mercer in this coming CF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-6444697311346517492?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/6444697311346517492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=6444697311346517492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/6444697311346517492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/6444697311346517492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/10/prototype.html' title='[Prototype]'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-9194634081616681404</id><published>2009-10-03T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T03:50:10.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate people trying to be deep or being so depressive onthe internet.</title><content type='html'>Because it just seems to me they're seeking pity from strangers who don't give a shit. If someone is trying to be deep, I mean once in a while is fine 'Oh i realize this philosophy or way of life is good'. But when someone does it ALOT and most of the time it has something to do with "Love". Y'know i find it really really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know whats the worse thing you could do on the internet. Lying about yourself. No doubt. The Internet is a great tool for lying. I know someone whos taken this 'feature' of the internet to great uses. You know who i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lie right now. I am a saint with no feelings of envy, jealousy,rage or anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Me. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-9194634081616681404?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/9194634081616681404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=9194634081616681404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/9194634081616681404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/9194634081616681404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-people-trying-to-be-deep-or.html' title='I hate people trying to be deep or being so depressive onthe internet.'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-5464370381637092974</id><published>2009-09-26T17:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:41:53.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is an Update.</title><content type='html'>Yes it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-5464370381637092974?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/5464370381637092974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=5464370381637092974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/5464370381637092974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/5464370381637092974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-update.html' title='This is an Update.'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-8517961746156327539</id><published>2009-07-06T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T05:35:32.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><title type='text'>I did this tag because I pretended i was tagged. Also procrastinator told me too.</title><content type='html'>RULES: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to copy-paste this note, and answer all the questions. At the end, choose 15 people to be tagged - including the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC About You Questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - AVAILABLE: No, I have assignments to do and a project to start. And teams to lead.&lt;br /&gt;B - BIRTHDAY: Time.&lt;br /&gt;C - CRUSHING ON: Everything!&lt;br /&gt;D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: Water. water. water.&lt;br /&gt;E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: My high school friends, cause they cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;F - FAVORITE SONG : Too many but if i had to choose one itd be Toradora's Orange&lt;br /&gt;G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: I do not discriminate.&lt;br /&gt;H - HOMETOWN: PF?&lt;br /&gt;I - IN LOVE WITH: A girl.&lt;br /&gt;J - JUGGLE: my things.&lt;br /&gt;K - KILLED SOMEONE: If that someone don't change I can add him hear.&lt;br /&gt;L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: Insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;M - MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: Vanilla, cause I'mcoollikdat.&lt;br /&gt;N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: One. 111&lt;br /&gt;O - ONE WISH: OMG PROCRAStiNATION GO AWaY FFF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;P - PERSON YOU CALLED LAST: Aaron because hes John Conner.&lt;br /&gt;R - REASON TO SMILE: I still have my sight and my hands.&lt;br /&gt;S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD: Bad by MJ&lt;br /&gt;T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: 7.08 a.m&lt;br /&gt;V - VEGETABLE(S): lettuce and broccoli&lt;br /&gt;W - WORST HABIT: "procrastination" ( What she said)&lt;br /&gt;X - X-RAYS YOU HAD: once&lt;br /&gt;Y – YO-YOS ARE: A deadly weapon in the wrong hands.&lt;br /&gt;Z - ZODIAC SIGN: are vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM QUESTIONS ABOUT YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spell your name without vowels: Shkr (still recognisable somewhat)&lt;br /&gt;What color do you wear most?: White. Tis' pure.&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?: Digital Love by Daft Punk&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?: Its cool.&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite class in school?: Figure Studies.&lt;br /&gt;When do you start back at school/college?:Tomorrow, letterform and caligraphy.&lt;br /&gt;Are you outgoing?: Maybe. *sniff* maybe. I've yet to meet one that can outsmart bullet.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite pair of shoes?: Mah adidas shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wish you were right now?: I at home and i'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CANS:&lt;br /&gt;Can you dance?: Everyone can dance! Pah!&lt;br /&gt;Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth?: Noes I not the pro skillz.&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle?: Slightly.&lt;br /&gt;Write with both hands?: Yes but my left is retarded&lt;br /&gt;Walk with your toes curled: somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DO'S:&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is life on other planets?: Who cares? Unless they have ps3 and can play tf2&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in miracles?: Miracles happen everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in magic?: Unless someone fireballs mah face, no.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe Love at first sight?: Maybe, maybe not. &lt;_&lt;&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Santa?: I believe in he spirit of giving. Also bros before ho, ho ,ho!&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to swim?: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you could handle the stuff they eat on those reality shows?: Like what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HAVES:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane?: Yeah. horrible place to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked someone out?: What if I did?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been asked out by someone?: OTL&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to the ocean?: Above the water&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever painted your nails?: No, but this girl painted my pinky nail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHATS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the temperature outside?: Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;What radio station do you listen to?: hitz.fm&lt;br /&gt;What was the last restaurant you ate at?: Sakae Sushi, cause im cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought?: Food.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?: Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYING SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever really cried your heart out?: Yes. It makes me feel better. Don't judge &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried yourself to sleep?: Hypothetically, I do that every night. Literally a few times.&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried on your friend's shoulder?: Naw.&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried over the opposite sex?: If im picturing it right, then yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry when you get an injury?: Long ago...*stares into space*&lt;br /&gt;Do certain songs make you cry?: Cringe maybe. Only cause it brings back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SECTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a happy person?: So-so.&lt;br /&gt;What can make you happy?: Good things.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you were happier?: Wishing to be happier is a futile endeavour.&lt;br /&gt;Can music make you happy?: Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE SECTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you had your heart broken?: Once. Only once. Just once. You know that once.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much that you'd die for them?: Now I can't say for sure, because reality rarely gives the choice.&lt;br /&gt;What is your current hair color?: Black&lt;br /&gt;Current piercings?: Naw. Holes are baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. So say all those horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;Have any tattoos?: Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Eye color?: Dark brown, cause pure darkness is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN A GIRL/GUY&lt;br /&gt;Favorite eye color: N/A&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: N/A&lt;br /&gt;Height: height doesnt matter ( what she said)&lt;br /&gt;Best clothing: Anything thats good is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to jail: I AM MY OWN JAIL! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;Mooned someone: Once as a young chiled.&lt;br /&gt;Thrown up in a store: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Done something really stupid that you still laugh at today: Which one?&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: Naw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS OR THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: Single&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries or Blueberries: Blue&lt;br /&gt;TV or Movie: Movie&lt;br /&gt;Guitar or Drums?: I don't know how to play either but I like the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Adidas&lt;br /&gt;Chinese or Mexican: Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios or Corn Flakes: Corn Flaku&lt;br /&gt;Pie or Cake : Cake, delicious cake. *Om nom nom nom*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-8517961746156327539?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/8517961746156327539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=8517961746156327539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/8517961746156327539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/8517961746156327539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-did-this-tag-because-i-pretended-i.html' title='I did this tag because I pretended i was tagged. Also procrastinator told me too.'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-3206747396519458135</id><published>2009-07-04T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:38:24.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><title type='text'>Stealing memes for great justice.</title><content type='html'>nstructions:Go to and www.urbandictionary.com type in your answer to each question in the search boxthen write the first definition it gives you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. YOUR NAME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="entries"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2" id="entry_1248286"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; A Palestinian pimp that no one fucks with, he is the founder of the gang "A.K." stands for arabian knights. Shukri comes from the small city, AnTeLoPe, hes a crazy ass mutha fuka! and hes arabic, do not mess wit him!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; damn, dat shukri dude is a pimp! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;(That not true, I is very nice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. AGE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="entries"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2" id="entry_561626"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; The right age to start having sex, according to Chef on South Park &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; Chef: "The right time to start having sex is 17." &lt;br /&gt;Sheila: "So you mean 17 as long as you're in love?" &lt;br /&gt;Chef: "Nope, just 17." &lt;br /&gt;Gerald: "But what if you're not ready at 17?" &lt;br /&gt;Chef: "17, you're ready." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;(`   3 `)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. TWO OF YOUR FRIENDS:&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="entries"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2" id="entry_2182029"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; In India "Aaron" is a slang word for pimp. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; That why they call him Aaron, and you Homo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;(Fo shizzle.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="entries"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2" id="entry_2466348"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; The name Felicia (a Latin female version of "Felix", meaning happiness) is associated with saints, poets, astronomical objects, plant genera, fictional characters, and animals, especially cats. There are several versions of flowers named after Felicia which include, felicia elongata and felicia filifolia. Both are very beautiful flowers to match the very lovely and beautiful name of Felicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; Man:  "Did you see that sexy exotic looking woman who just drove by like a bat out of hell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man2:  "She's superfine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man1:  "That's because her name is Felicia, and she one hot tamale." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;(Ooooo...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT SHOULD YOU BE DOING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="entries"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2" id="entry_488757"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; You have been awake for 18 hours and are now viewing this useless definition of sleep. You are very tired and your brain is not functioning at its normal capacity. The bags under your eyes are starting to weigh you down. It's 1:30am and you have to get up at 6:30am for work. Another coffee wont help you now... &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; Turn off your computer and get some sleep you net junky!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;(I must obey the dictionary, it knows everything!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. FAVORITE COLOR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="entries"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2" id="entry_1421249"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; Flavor of kool-aid to a black person. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; Mom: Ey hunnah! I'm hittin' up the local Safeway. Does yo bitch ass need anythin!?&lt;br /&gt;Son: Yeah git me some kool-aid bitch!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: What flava?!&lt;br /&gt;Son: red! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;(Thats racist! Racism is a crime and crime is for black people. And so is kool-aid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. FAVORITE NUMBER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="entries"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2" id="entry_349091"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; 750ml of alky &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; 1 mickey + 1 mickey = a 26 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;(wut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. MONTH OF YOUR BIRTHDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="entries"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2" id="entry_3217989"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; A month when mostly the hottest girls are born &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; That girls so hot she must be born in July &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;(Atsui desu~ Summer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="entries"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2" id="entry_946082"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; A real friend is someone who:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)it's okay to fart in front of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)you don't mind talking to on the bus for atleast 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c)can borrow $5 and never has to pay it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d)you'll actually call up do stuff. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; Bob: "Hey Jim, you wanna go see a show downtown"&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "Sorry man, I'm broke, and how are we gonna get there."&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "No problem, I'll lend you the 5 bucks and we'll take the bus."&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "Yeah, okay" (loud farting sound)&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "Whoah! That was a good one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;(Lies, we are very mannered people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. ONE OF YOUR NICKNAMES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="entries"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2" id="entry_2947487"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; egyptian meaning: a place in heaven where the sun rises. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; it must beautiful to live in neth... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;(Cause im cool like that0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-3206747396519458135?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/3206747396519458135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=3206747396519458135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/3206747396519458135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/3206747396519458135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/07/stealing-memes-for-great-justice.html' title='Stealing memes for great justice.'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-6148233805418369747</id><published>2009-06-22T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:51:42.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I stole a stolen meme.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause 2 wrong make a right amirite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objective: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you mean and sarcastic? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever answered people ‘meanly’ and sarcastically? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If yes, show us how mean and sarcastic you are! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If no, then you should try at least once in your life with this note.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Respond to these as sarcastic/mean as you could.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(YR stands for Your Response.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If an annoying person says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1) I am cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; OH YEAH, mm-hmm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2) I am the most beautiful/handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; OH, i'm sorry, i'm sorry. My eyes must've become retarded from the mere sight of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3) See, everyone likes me because I am rich and famous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; You'll be famous once i stab you an take all your money. Can't have both at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;4) Unlike you, I am perfectly multi-skilled. I do everything very well from sports to academics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure all that will help once i stab you 37 times. Now shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;5) You don’t know me? I am Bruneian artist. I have albums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; But i don't have your albums, your studio doesn't exist and neither will you if you don't shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If an annoying, pretty woman/handsome man says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1) I know you like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; I'll like you better once your on the floor bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2) What are you looking at? I am not interested in you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; You will be once you see what i'm going to stab you with. It's in my 'pocket'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3) Sorry, you are nice but seriously not my type!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; Too bad no one else it neither, oh shnap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;4) UNLESS you are rich, then don’t dream that I will get a ride with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; UNLESS you shut up, don't dream of not having this 50 inch blade in your gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;5) Look, I am pretty/handsome. I can make people hate you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; Once i cut up that pretty face of yours, I can make people hate YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If an annoying, extremely ugly woman/man says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1) I think you and I can make a good couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; No. Just No. Did i say No already? Oh I did? Oh well, No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2) May I have your cell phone? Please, please, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; Sure. Don't call me. &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3) Hi, wanna hang out? I want you to be with me the whole night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; Do Not Want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;4) What do you like about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;5) I want you to say that I am pretty/handsome and you like me sooooo much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If your annoying ex says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1) I still love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; Too bad your so fricken annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2) I know you still love me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; But do you know that I know that you know i dont know that you know i know that i dont?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3) Please, go back with me honey/hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; See If it didn't work out the 37th time, 38th is not gonna change nothing woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;4) Please call me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; Later. Maybe. I've yet to meet one that can outsmart bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;5) The break up hurt me so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; OH IM SORRY I DIDNT REALISE THAT, CAUSe THAT SHIT IS NOT SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN !!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If an annoying salesperson says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1) Wow! You are so pretty/handsome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; Not gonna buy your shit kthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2) Seriously, I used this product and I've changed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; Then why are you still a salesperson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3) We are giving a discount up to 50%!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; Sales are THAT bad huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;4) This one is good sir/madam. Buy, sir/madam, buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YR:&lt;/span&gt; You buy for me to sell then i buy k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-6148233805418369747?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/6148233805418369747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=6148233805418369747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/6148233805418369747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/6148233805418369747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-stole-stolen-meme.html' title='I stole a stolen meme.'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-2736212689585997526</id><published>2009-04-24T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:43:24.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gEW1eusHYOg/SfHOyjdhjlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PXZKIIDHR4/s1600-h/datassplz.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gEW1eusHYOg/SfHOyjdhjlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PXZKIIDHR4/s320/datassplz.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328267202063863378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gEW1eusHYOg/SfHOl21nLbI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZlnFz8-jCQo/s1600-h/datassplz.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gEW1eusHYOg/SfHOl21nLbI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZlnFz8-jCQo/s320/datassplz.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328266983926869426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called 50 FIRST REACTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;Type what comes to your mind FIRST whenever you hear these 50 words.&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1. Beer:&lt;/span&gt; Sugar honey Ice tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2. Food:&lt;/span&gt; Food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3. Relationships:&lt;/span&gt; The high and warmth of lov' to a cold stingy sensation in da rain oh wahat what what robotz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;4. Your crush:&lt;/span&gt; you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;5. Power Rangers:&lt;/span&gt; GO! GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;6. Life:&lt;/span&gt; Happe- oh shi-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;7. The President:&lt;/span&gt; Mr. Barack Osla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;8. Yummy:&lt;/span&gt; Fruit salad, yummy yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;9. Cars:&lt;/span&gt; Cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;10. Movie:&lt;/span&gt; Jack Sparrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;11. Halloween:&lt;/span&gt; ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;12. Sex:&lt;/span&gt; datassplz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;13. Religion:&lt;/span&gt; divides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;14. Hate:&lt;/span&gt; is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;15. Fear:&lt;/span&gt; is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;16. Marriage:&lt;/span&gt; is not a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;17. Blondes:&lt;/span&gt; wut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;18. Slippers:&lt;/span&gt; shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;19. Shoes:&lt;/span&gt; shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;20. Asians:&lt;/span&gt; racist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;21. Pass time:&lt;/span&gt; waste time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;22. One night stand:&lt;/span&gt; stds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;23. My cell Phone:&lt;/span&gt; MY cell phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;24. Smoke:&lt;/span&gt; fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;25. Fantasy:&lt;/span&gt; Daydream day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;26. College:&lt;/span&gt; Break tiemkplzthx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;27. High school Life:&lt;/span&gt; orly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;28. Pajamas:&lt;/span&gt; People sleep with clothes on?riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;29. Stars:&lt;/span&gt; Nemesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;30. Center:&lt;/span&gt; Of the UNIVERSE*echoes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;31. Alcohol:&lt;/span&gt; makes people do awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;32. The word love:&lt;/span&gt; love love love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;33. Friends:&lt;/span&gt; Invaluable...mostly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;34. Money:&lt;/span&gt; give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;35. Heartache:&lt;/span&gt; was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;36. Time:&lt;/span&gt; Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;37. Divorce:&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;38. Dogs:&lt;/span&gt; Yo dawg i herd yo like dogs, so i put a dog in yo dog so you can dawg while youre dawginh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;39. Undies:&lt;/span&gt; Manley boxers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;40. Parents:&lt;/span&gt; k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;41. Babies:&lt;/span&gt; Maybe you need moar men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;42. Ex:&lt;/span&gt; TREMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;43. Song:&lt;/span&gt; Sung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;44. Color:&lt;/span&gt; ITS COLOURS!!!! with a U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;45. Weddings:&lt;/span&gt; to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;46. Pizza:&lt;/span&gt; expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;47. Hangout:&lt;/span&gt; Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;48. Rest:&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;49. Goal:&lt;/span&gt; Artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;50. Inspiration:&lt;/span&gt; Artgerm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-2736212689585997526?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/2736212689585997526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=2736212689585997526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/2736212689585997526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/2736212689585997526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='a'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gEW1eusHYOg/SfHOyjdhjlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PXZKIIDHR4/s72-c/datassplz.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-303445544114730528</id><published>2009-04-11T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T06:09:14.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelude of the Year of the Happiness Meme</title><content type='html'>Moco got me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today wasnt so awesome so i shall start tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-303445544114730528?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/303445544114730528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=303445544114730528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/303445544114730528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/303445544114730528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/04/prelude-of-year-of-happiness-meme.html' title='Prelude of the Year of the Happiness Meme'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-3041027989463889035</id><published>2009-04-05T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:24:14.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unless its a tag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1. The person that tagged you is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mocochang.&lt;br /&gt;She will suffer eternal pain and suffering once im done with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2. Your relationship with her is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friend. Met in form 2.&lt;br /&gt;Someone I cant blurt out nonsencial stuff at and assume shes listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3. Your first impression of her is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Damn she has big eyes)&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;4. The most memorable moments with her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one time &lt;insert&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;5. The most memorable thing she has said to you is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nyo~"&lt;br /&gt;but what she really meant was&lt;br /&gt;"Magnificent shukri, i submit to thy will"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;6. If she becomes your lover, you will:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god its a parallel universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;7. If she became your lover, what should she improve at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growing taller a a a&lt;br /&gt;no srsly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;8. If she becomes your enemy, what would you do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not have to do anything after the 1st week cause she'd be ash and cinder!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;9. If she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lied about the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for her now is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poke her forehead with the force of a thousand elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;11. Your overall impression on her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eccentric chaotic good-aligned per-...thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;12. The characteristic you love most about yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like to make people laugh. *Jester*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;13. The characteristic you hate most about yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROCRASTINATION!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;14. The most ideal person you want to be is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;15. For people that care and like you, say something to them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cocoon is cramped, but it has TiVO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;16. Pass this quiz to 10 people who you want to know how they feel about you (they’re tagged and they can’t tag you back):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i Billy "Hollowman" Teoh&lt;br /&gt;ii. moco"Blind eye" chang&lt;br /&gt;iii. Feli "Vongola" Yau&lt;br /&gt;iv. Cheong "Devil Eye" Kah Jun&lt;br /&gt;v. Joanna "six feet unda" Ho&lt;br /&gt;vi. Leong "KA-BEWM" Kit Fai&lt;br /&gt;vii. Aaron "Rock Hard" Yee&lt;br /&gt;viii. Ramon "Break time" Paolo&lt;br /&gt;ix. Hari "Fatty" haran&lt;br /&gt;x. Ling "sama" Huan&lt;br /&gt;(oh yeah, because stage names are awesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;17. Who is 6 (Kit Fai) having a relationship with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/shrug, he currently in a sausagefest in sunway college, if you know what i mean ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;18. is 9 (Hari) a male or female:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 has not yet reached the evolutionary stage of needing gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;19. If 7 (Aaron) and 10 (Ling) were together, would it be a good thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only god knows how if that were to happen, but in my opinion&lt;br /&gt;"THE WoRLd WILL END As we KnOw it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;20. What is 2 (moco) studying at the moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;21. When was the last time you had a chat with 3 (Feli):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mocochang: Last night on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Nether: What she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;22. What kind of music does 8 (Ramon) like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea. Hes on break too much for me to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;23. Does 1 (Billy) have any siblings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;24. Will you woo 3 (Feli):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw yeah here it comes. *Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo*&lt;br /&gt;Feli: ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;25. How about 7 (Aaron):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. just no. srsly no. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;26. Is 4 (Kah Jun) single:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;27. What's the surname of 5 (Joanna):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just said it. srsly scroll up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;28. What's the hobby of 5 (Joanna):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe putting silly names on her msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;29. Do 5 (Jo) and 9 (Hari) get along well:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw yes very well, since hari doesnt have a gender and has the mentality of a 5-year old girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;30. Where is 2 (moco) studying at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id like to know the same thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;31. Say something casual about your eyes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can 'observe'&lt;br /&gt;They can see what cannot be seen&lt;br /&gt;They can pierce through the fog of lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;32. Have you tried developing feelings for 5 (Jo):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelins'? You know what 'as alot of feelins'? Blokes who bludgeon their wives with a gold throphy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;33. Where does 9 (Hari) live:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i Do. thats why hes been losing stuff everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;34. What colours does 4 (KJ) like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue black red i thinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;35. Are 5 (Jo) and 1 (Billy) good friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will never know cause Billy disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;36. Does 7 (aaron) like 2 (moco):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Just no. srsly do i have to go through the whole process again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;37. How did you get to know 2 (moco):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat in front of her in form 2. And she was like 'Youre blocking my view of the board yo" and i was like 'I be only sitting infront dawg" and feli was like " Yo check it i can see the board over both your heads" AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW SHNAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;38. Does 1 (Billy) have any pets:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybeh. *sniff* maybeh. I've yet to meet one that can outsmart bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;39. Is 7 (Aaron) the sexiest person in the world:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-3041027989463889035?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/3041027989463889035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=3041027989463889035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/3041027989463889035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/3041027989463889035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/04/unless-its-tag.html' title='Unless its a tag.'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-3122806051472691184</id><published>2009-03-31T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T04:04:38.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I AM:&lt;/span&gt; hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I WANT:&lt;/span&gt; to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I HATE:&lt;/span&gt; my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I MISS:&lt;/span&gt; my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I FEAR:&lt;/span&gt; failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I HEAR:&lt;/span&gt; what i don't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I WONDER:&lt;/span&gt; what if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I REGRET:&lt;/span&gt; nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I AM NOT:&lt;/span&gt; giving my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I DANCE:&lt;/span&gt; the dance of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I SING:&lt;/span&gt; because i like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I CRY:&lt;/span&gt; on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I AM NOT ALWAYS:&lt;/span&gt; happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I MAKE WITH MY HANDS:&lt;/span&gt; the best I cant do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I WRITE:&lt;/span&gt; with uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I CONFUSE:&lt;/span&gt; my priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I NEED:&lt;/span&gt; to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I SHOULD:&lt;/span&gt; grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I START:&lt;/span&gt; but i don't finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I FINISH:&lt;/span&gt; but its not acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I LOVE:&lt;/span&gt; the chances i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I REMEMBER:&lt;/span&gt; my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- spacer for skins that want sidebar and main to be the same height--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-3122806051472691184?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/3122806051472691184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=3122806051472691184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/3122806051472691184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/3122806051472691184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/03/i.html' title='I'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-5961667455200917216</id><published>2009-03-28T05:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T05:59:01.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>With the Philosophy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-5961667455200917216?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/5961667455200917216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=5961667455200917216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-4068833921991220192?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/4068833921991220192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=4068833921991220192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/4068833921991220192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/4068833921991220192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/03/enough.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-7330825059101588160</id><published>2009-03-28T05:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T05:55:59.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But</title><content type='html'>I cant, I wont.&lt;br /&gt;I Know.&lt;br /&gt;My Strength, Its source.&lt;br /&gt;My Will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-7330825059101588160?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/7330825059101588160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=7330825059101588160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/7330825059101588160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/7330825059101588160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/03/but.html' title='But'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-182117427029719805</id><published>2009-03-28T05:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T05:54:33.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>I could just cry.&lt;br /&gt;Like right now.&lt;br /&gt;Its too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-182117427029719805?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/182117427029719805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=182117427029719805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/182117427029719805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/182117427029719805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-5998195444081284105</id><published>2009-03-28T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T05:53:58.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn.</title><content type='html'>Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-5998195444081284105?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/5998195444081284105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=5998195444081284105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/5998195444081284105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/5998195444081284105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn.html' title='Damn.'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-49981886510639990</id><published>2009-03-28T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T05:48:46.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah</title><content type='html'>I didn'y finish that last post, and probably never will. Ah so many assignments to do. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.&lt;br /&gt;So theres this dude right.&lt;br /&gt;And its easier to make everyone think im silly and stupid all the time right?! Its better innit?&lt;br /&gt;RiGHT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-49981886510639990?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/49981886510639990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=49981886510639990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/49981886510639990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/49981886510639990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/03/ah.html' title='Ah'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-3146031960834335539</id><published>2009-03-09T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T04:19:06.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Made you look.&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/4459217289239748227-3146031960834335539?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/3146031960834335539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=3146031960834335539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/3146031960834335539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/3146031960834335539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/03/hah.html' title='Hah'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-956750378882162693</id><published>2009-03-08T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T05:50:08.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><title type='text'>SPLASH</title><content type='html'>So TOA organized an event to bring all the 1st year 1st semester students to sunway lagoon. and i was all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/i/m/imhappyplz.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/i/m/imhappyplz.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i arrived early ( like I usually do on fridays) to wait for the others then we head off to sunway lagoon. We went down several escalators and then realized it was the wrong entrance. So we turned back around and ran into the other class (which had more people, damn you lazy -1's)&lt;br /&gt;And we walked... and walked...and walked. This is a good time to mention that my walking speed is twice of most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've arrived at the entrance and surprise, surprise the lagoon is still not open. They had us organise ourselves into groups of 5. I got into the girls group of 4 girls and 1 guy(me)&lt;br /&gt;The other guys we're probably possibly maybe got abit peeved&lt;br /&gt;it went something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rex&lt;/span&gt;: Hey (something), why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shukri&lt;/span&gt;: Cause other than the obvious plus of being with girls, i also avoid a "sausagefest -quoted from kitfai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rex&lt;/span&gt;: Good point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call him Rex cause he says his name is girly.&lt;br /&gt;And then it was all like "treasure hunt tiem, find the clues and do the challenges and you (may) win a prize"&lt;br /&gt;And my team was all like 'we wanna play' and im like 'hell no, we gotta win'&lt;br /&gt;Then there came all this kindergarden children and Shih Shin was all like " they're so cute i wanna hug em"&lt;br /&gt;Shukri: pedo....&lt;br /&gt;SS: What?&lt;br /&gt;Shukri: nothing *turns head away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before they open they have a performance with like a cowboy dance and it was all like 'shlling shling in your face', it was entertaining. So we headed to find the 1st challenge, it was easy enough to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we followed the others, but dont tell them :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we found another and then we headed to the lockers to put all our 5 (&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt;) bags into 1 locker and got changed. I kinda accidentally not on purpose flick of fate went into the girls toilet 1st, my 1st clue was there were no wall urinals but i got into a stall anyway. then the girls came in and I though 'i probably have done something stupid. So i walked (fast) out of the girls washroom. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SAW NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;So i got changed and we put our stuff inside the locker then we went to the wave pool but we didnt have proof of challenge, so we went to the beach area and found another challenge. which i think we did 1 round around the zambezee river, sounds easy enough but its grueling on your feet due to water resistance and shit, and it wasnt particularly nice to swim in either. We went to another challenge is to sing and the wave pool until the giant bucket-o-watah spills over onto us. the girls started singing 'twinkle little star'&lt;br /&gt;We finished that and headed to the next challenge, to cross the suspended bridge with our ankles tied together. On the way up there there was a piece of douche. Some of us were reluctant to cross it. (me)&lt;br /&gt;But as luck would have it, they already had a winner. gathered.pictures.prizes.disband.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to play more and ride the rides.much fun was had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-956750378882162693?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/956750378882162693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=956750378882162693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/956750378882162693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/956750378882162693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2009/03/splash.html' title='SPLASH'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-2873522620434294755</id><published>2008-08-16T06:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T06:02:47.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH SHI-</title><content type='html'>National Service :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-2873522620434294755?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/2873522620434294755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=2873522620434294755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/2873522620434294755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/2873522620434294755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-shi.html' title='OH SHI-'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-256684346477823403</id><published>2008-07-22T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T02:12:32.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17th</title><content type='html'>Could it be I've grown a year older :O, Yes!! It is.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad its on a schoo; day :|&lt;br /&gt;I gots few gifts here and there, too lazy to take pics fo them maybe later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-256684346477823403?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/256684346477823403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=256684346477823403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/256684346477823403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/256684346477823403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2008/07/17th.html' title='17th'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459217289239748227.post-642271658767980652</id><published>2008-05-23T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:18:08.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Milestone</title><content type='html'>Mid-year Exams just ended, what a relief :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few life-changing event will probrably happen over the next few days, updates for my deviant art page which is 2slicks.deviantart.com&lt;a href="http://2slicks.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Short post, short but sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Meantime Video worthy: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2IWxqvsSY8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2IWxqvsSY8&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2slicks.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459217289239748227-642271658767980652?l=netherlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/feeds/642271658767980652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459217289239748227&amp;postID=642271658767980652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/642271658767980652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459217289239748227/posts/default/642271658767980652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://netherlock.blogspot.com/2008/05/1st-milestone.html' title='1st Milestone'/><author><name>Nether</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217118353281555911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
