<?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-6861951277098021111</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:42:22.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian Goh !</title><subtitle type='html'>The "NEW" Riot !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-752082789788327970</id><published>2009-09-01T05:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T05:19:12.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When All You Gotta' Keep It Strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When All You Gotta' Keep It Strong;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS IS THE FINAL POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, this's the final post D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's recap all the wonderful memories this blog has brought to all it's readers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Insults of teachers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Racism ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. My punishment for insulting teachers :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Cliche' love advice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. The EMO trend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All those memories, down the drain with this post. I will NEVER continue this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm at a loss of words now. It's sad parting with this blog D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, for my final post, i'll put up something meaningful and deep. Here's how it goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever realised if someone's at the verge of breaking ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's breaking ? It's when a person becomes so "emo" he/she cannot function properly. He/She will have loss of appetite and will isolate himself/herself from everyone around him/her. When a person breaks, it's not going to be pretty. The hours of worrying about him/her. The long consults. The non-stop rantings from the person who breaks. That's all I have ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To end this post, Ian Goh ! style, a poem :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Retirement requires a goodbye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entailing a sudden separation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wound is often deeper than the why:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In truth, an unexpected revelation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ravenous the passage of the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even as we spend the days together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meaning more than we can tell with tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each entangled in the constant other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I must go, and you remain behind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ties so strong will not so soon unbind&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Last Ian Goh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-752082789788327970?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/752082789788327970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-all-you-gotta-keep-it-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/752082789788327970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/752082789788327970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-all-you-gotta-keep-it-strong.html' title='When All You Gotta&apos; Keep It Strong'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-3332859952668551809</id><published>2009-08-14T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:51:05.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Give Up</title><content type='html'>I Give Up;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear readers, if any of you have been following my blog, you would know that I am in love with a girl, well, this post is to tell you i give up. I'm putting my foot down. I'm serious. I give up not because of the years i've been in love with her, not because I cannot stand it and definitly not because of her. I'm giving up, for a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;greater cause. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Goh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-3332859952668551809?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/3332859952668551809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-give-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/3332859952668551809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/3332859952668551809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-give-up.html' title='I Give Up'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-6532117657030499319</id><published>2009-08-08T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T11:55:25.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demanded by the IMBA one :D</title><content type='html'>Demanded by the IMBA one :D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short update because, i'm tired :D DOTA-ed the whole day ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaser :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most spectacular, indescribable, deep euphoric feeling for someone. Love is an incredibly powerful word. When you're in love, you always want to be together, and when you're not, you're thinking about being together because you need that person and without them your life is incomplete. This love is unconditional affection with no limits or conditions: completely loving someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's when you trust the other with your life and when you would do anything for each other. When you love someone you want nothing more than for them to be truly happy no matter what it takes because that's how much you care about them and because their needs come before your own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You hide nothing of yourself and can tell the other anything because you know they accept you just the way you are and vice versa. It's when they're the last thing you think about before you go to sleep and when they're the first thing you think of when you wake up, the feeling that warms your heart and leaves you overcome by a feeling of serenity. Love involves wanting to show your affection and/or devotion to each other. It's the smile on your face you get when you're thinking about them and miss them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love can make you do anything and sacrifice for what will be better in the end. Love is intense,and passionate. Everything seems brighter, happier and more wonderful when you're in love. If you find it, don't let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That word is love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Goh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-6532117657030499319?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/6532117657030499319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/08/demanded-by-imba-one-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/6532117657030499319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/6532117657030499319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/08/demanded-by-imba-one-d.html' title='Demanded by the IMBA one :D'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-4885966166363664421</id><published>2009-07-31T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:23:20.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I pick myself up and get back in the race</title><content type='html'>I pick myself up and get back in the race;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this game of love, i'm the underdog,&lt;br /&gt;the black horse, the bottom of pile.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind starting late, but finishing first.&lt;br /&gt;the prize i would win is you, my trophy.&lt;br /&gt;the fact remains that i would never win this race.&lt;br /&gt;he's just faster, stronger and better.&lt;br /&gt;i'm fine with the thought of never being two inches closer to you but,&lt;br /&gt;heed this reminder, i will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the rain, your knight in shining armor will come through.&lt;br /&gt;i would be your prince charming that kisses you awake from your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i would be your cure to any ailments you may have.&lt;br /&gt;to end this script, i have few words of affection;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;that's life, that's what all the people say. you're riding high in april, shot down in may. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;that's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Goh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-4885966166363664421?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/4885966166363664421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-pick-myself-up-and-get-back-in-race.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/4885966166363664421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/4885966166363664421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-pick-myself-up-and-get-back-in-race.html' title='I pick myself up and get back in the race'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-9129698899783870430</id><published>2009-07-27T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T05:12:07.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Title Pending</title><content type='html'>Title Pending;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I have ever loved;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yours, the first face I can not forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think you are afraid, perhaps, and moved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To wonder whether you should do this yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also am afraid, and yet I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That wonder is a thing that needs a yes;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should you step back and let this moment go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both you and I will have to live with less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please trust my love, as I must trust in yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's strong as steel, as delicate as lace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Immovable as battered granite shores:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel its power and unremitting grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So come, my love, and try this love with me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let your love speak, and then you will agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Goh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-9129698899783870430?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/9129698899783870430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/title-pending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/9129698899783870430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/9129698899783870430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/title-pending.html' title='Title Pending'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-3631253846107476340</id><published>2009-07-25T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T08:23:50.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If only I could erase you from my mind, but the sad part is, I can never do that* editted</title><content type='html'>If only I could erase you from my mind, but the sad part is, I can never do that;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to pyramid today, was going to watch Harry Potter ( DDD: ) with Eugene, Joshua and the Alaistair. Went in through the front entrance saw Sheila :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene came along after and went to the cinema to buy tickets. Played at the arcade for a while. Watched Harry Potter ( which sucked ) and played at the arcade some more. When it was 6, went to redbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The begining was fun but, the mid and later parts were stressful, i like stressful :D Some " things " happened that I cannot mention. Oh and ZW, you can always talk to me, I know how it's like to love someone but at the same moment knowing that you can never have her ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If there was a way, I could erase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erase this memory of you from my mind, I would do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if it takes a huge toll on me, I would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if the toll was to burn in hell, I would do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am as thick skinned as a rhino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can never change what I like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never knowing what it would be like without the memory,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the memory of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*editted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I HAVE TO GO BACK TO PAINTING ! OMG. I have not painted anything in two weeks T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Painting helps me forget her, even though it's only for an hour. Alcohol too :D Lasts longer. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Goh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-3631253846107476340?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/3631253846107476340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-only-i-could-erase-you-from-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/3631253846107476340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/3631253846107476340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-only-i-could-erase-you-from-my-mind.html' title='If only I could erase you from my mind, but the sad part is, I can never do that* editted'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-5826687471307091719</id><published>2009-07-24T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T02:25:04.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Guru Love Struck</title><content type='html'>Love Guru Love Struck;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, boring. Finally, the school realised my class has no moral teacher and assigned one. Bitch. KH, sat for one and a half hour talking to Er Eugene :D Parasites kept disturbing. One black, one Asian and one indon. I didn't mean the last one :D After school, DOTA ! :O KS-ed Eugene like fuck. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So helpless, plan backfired today ): Asshole again. Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first word i would say, excuse me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first thing i would do, pose WTF ! HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first contact, priceless :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Goh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-5826687471307091719?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/5826687471307091719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-guru-love-struck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/5826687471307091719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/5826687471307091719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-guru-love-struck.html' title='Love Guru Love Struck'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-708629372322744653</id><published>2009-07-22T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:15:44.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plan</title><content type='html'>The Plan;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#1 Schemer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#2 Executor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#3 Man with a plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#4 Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#5 Victim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Goh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-708629372322744653?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/708629372322744653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/708629372322744653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/708629372322744653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/plan.html' title='The Plan'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-1795159437553557870</id><published>2009-07-22T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T02:20:55.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dreamt of this day, but never thought it would feel this disappointing</title><content type='html'>I dreamt of this day, but never thought it would feel this disappointing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short update before I DOTA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, came to school regardless of the fact that i was not feeling well. " Asshole " ruined my day, as usual. In an okay mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dreamt of this day, but never thought it would feel this disappointing. I never thought it would feel this awkward. I know nothing but  still carry on. I have no other alternative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-1795159437553557870?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/1795159437553557870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dreamt-of-this-day-but-never-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/1795159437553557870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/1795159437553557870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dreamt-of-this-day-but-never-thought.html' title='I dreamt of this day, but never thought it would feel this disappointing'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-7418448797744920814</id><published>2009-07-18T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:49:59.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patching It Up !</title><content type='html'>Patching It Up !;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lost a friend? Waiting for the day he/she talks to you again? Wrong. You should make the first move. Never fear. What's there to lose? I know everyone has their doubts but do as they say: Doubt not and thou shall not be doubted upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first word;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first word is crucial in this delicate matter. You can't be too hard on but also not too soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Patching Up;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patching up depends on ones own person. I can't tell you what to say. It really depends on you. If have bit of advive though, don't lose that friend again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aftermath;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how far you've progressed, adapt and continue on from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today. Was supposed to go Genting but I was too lazy. Yesterday, OMG. I sat in the car (OTW back from Hulu Langat ) and got a half-an-hour lecture from my NZ uncle. Arrived at aunts house and sat there for another hour, LECTURE T_T I was pissed after that and went home straight away. Was supposed to sing karaoke at aunts house but somebody ruined my mood. Cous stayed over at my house, again. He went to Genting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now they look as though theyre here to stay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh I believe in yesterday, oh I believe in yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly Im not half the man I used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theres a shadow hanging over me, oh yesterday came suddenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why she had to go I dont know, she wouldnt say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I need a place to hide away, oh I believe in yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Goh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-7418448797744920814?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/7418448797744920814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/patching-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/7418448797744920814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/7418448797744920814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/patching-it-up.html' title='Patching It Up !'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-6998083491345562178</id><published>2009-07-17T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T02:25:18.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change my life, permanently</title><content type='html'>Change my life, permanently;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say. I'll just walkthrough my day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up. Usual routine, brushed teeth and showered. Went down ate noodles. Went through exams. After school, went out with the guys to Salmon Steak. I haven't been there for a year O.O Went back to school thriugh the lorong. Sat for IGCSE retake. I finished English in 15 mins :D Maths, don't even get me started. Luckily Chein Wee was infront of me :D Handed up paper and went out infront of the auditorioum. Saw Jing and May Yin there. Waited for the rest to finish. Went to CC after, DOTA ! :D and now i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life changes, we adapt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We get hurt, we heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We get insulted, we ignore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are looked down upon, we grow taller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, a scarce from you, I will never heal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An insult from you, I will never ignore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Goh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-6998083491345562178?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/6998083491345562178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/change-my-life-permanently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/6998083491345562178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/6998083491345562178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/change-my-life-permanently.html' title='Change my life, permanently'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-2710918849320392281</id><published>2009-07-16T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T06:01:23.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Drifters, Off To See The World +1</title><content type='html'>Two Drifters, Off To See The World +1;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Chinese was boring. English was mediocre and Science was challenging. Learnt how to fix the 2nd layer on the rubix cube. Talked to Er Eugene in class. I finally found someone else who "tu-lan's" SOMEBODY in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, staring at geo workbook. Listening to Sinatra. Why? A lot on my mind. His music relaxes me. Waiting on Jing Her. Waiting on tomorrow. Waiting on maid to bring me my coffee. Waiting for the world to stop and realise, it's going the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+1;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doubt if you shall, my feelings for you are for ever more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ignore if you shall, I will never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hate if you must, but thoughts like that will never cross my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Condemn if you feel, I don't mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Goh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-2710918849320392281?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/2710918849320392281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-drifters-off-to-see-world-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/2710918849320392281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/2710918849320392281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-drifters-off-to-see-world-1.html' title='Two Drifters, Off To See The World +1'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-1880327110719696523</id><published>2009-07-15T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T05:43:30.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save a life, save my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Save a life, save my life;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You killed yourself and didn't think of me. I can't blame you for that, and yet I do, For now your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pain becomes my legacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What agony impelled you not to be? You killed yourself and didn't think of me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor saw through my eyes what you made me see, Nor cared about my life when yours was through. And now your pain becomes my legacy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must fight to keep my sanity, For what you did defines what must be true: You killed yourself and didn't think of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot think you did it selfishly; So great a sacrifice leaves nothing due. But now your pain becomes my legacy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must sail across that bitter sea, That leaves no trace of joy or residue. You killed yourself and didn't think of me, So now your pain becomes my legacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I never want to really mean this ! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Goh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-1880327110719696523?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/1880327110719696523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/save-life-save-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/1880327110719696523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/1880327110719696523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/save-life-save-my-life.html' title='Save a life, save my life'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-9085005136252995820</id><published>2009-07-13T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:39:15.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Bonds and Ties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Bonds and Ties;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Insprired by the great braChew;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357859365876463602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SlrwtMOQ9_I/AAAAAAAAAfY/_f4CK40rqhA/s320/DSC03820.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Never doubt if you do, never trust if you don't; That will be my saying from now on :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today, Monday, the worst day of the week. Had a bad start for the week because of some asshole. Did NOTHING productive. Standard laa. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Feeling angry now. I have this urge to whack kau someone. braChew, if you ever decide to " you know what " call me. Imma' whack him until his mother cannot recognise him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Baddd mood. Lucky Er Eugene never disturb me today but still, some assholes did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ian Goh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-9085005136252995820?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/9085005136252995820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-bonds-and-ties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/9085005136252995820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/9085005136252995820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-bonds-and-ties.html' title='Our Bonds and Ties'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SlrwtMOQ9_I/AAAAAAAAAfY/_f4CK40rqhA/s72-c/DSC03820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-8087672960482726506</id><published>2009-07-12T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T06:21:11.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm starting with the man in the mirror, I'm going to make that change +1</title><content type='html'>I'm starting with the man in the mirror, I'm going to make that change +1;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, something big's gonna go down really soon. Can't tell you what but it's important to us guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start from yesterday. Went for dinner in puteri with whole family. Ate at Tak Fok restaurant. Ate 6kg's of crab O.O Went to the 32 bar close by the restaurant with a few of my family members. Absolut-ed there because I was feeling a bit down. Went back to aunts place. Sang a few Michael Jackson songs downstairs at the karaoke room and had a few glasses of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, woke up really, really late. A bit hung over. Watched Changeling with cous. Went for dinner in town, opposite Pavilion at some " HAKKA " restaurant. The name of the restaurant also Hakka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+1;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In every turn, I see your shadow. Too scared to go near it, too afraid I might hurt myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing else matters in this world. As long as you stay in my line of sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You might feel different about me compared to the way I fell about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make the sun shine, you make the stars appear at night, you make the wind blow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, most importantly, you can say it's cliche but you takee my breath away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Goh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-8087672960482726506?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/8087672960482726506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-starting-with-man-in-mirror-im-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/8087672960482726506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/8087672960482726506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-starting-with-man-in-mirror-im-going.html' title='I&apos;m starting with the man in the mirror, I&apos;m going to make that change +1'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-383427971759044720</id><published>2009-07-11T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T03:37:30.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Is A Treasure And A Curse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friendship Is A Treasure And A Curse;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like the SEXY Zhou wrote on his blog, friendship is a special thing. We should cherish it. No matter what, in times of distress, in times of agony, you can always count on your friends. I go to my friends when I'm feeling down. I go to the 32 bar when I want to EMO. I have a friend who's a waiter there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Treasure:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without friends, do you think you could get through school ? If your answer is yes, you're denying the truth. Friends are the best thing you can achieve in life. Sometimes in life, there are bonds that that can never be broken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Curse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some friends, harass other friends. Use them, manipulate them. Twist their emotions. Rip them apart. Virtually ostracise them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Goh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-383427971759044720?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/383427971759044720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/friendship-is-treasure-and-curse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/383427971759044720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/383427971759044720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/friendship-is-treasure-and-curse.html' title='Friendship Is A Treasure And A Curse'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-2539746619246416800</id><published>2009-07-11T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T03:26:24.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Badddd +1</title><content type='html'>Badddd +1;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, watched Hello, God ! Bathed. Went to IOI to get revision books and transformers comic book. They only had one ): Came back and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+1;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all, I was indeed the fool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had false hopes and expectations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was aiming way above the bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were out of my league.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people say : Don't give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried to give up, failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That shows how intoxictaing your love is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like alcohol pouring down my throat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every word you say to me soothes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like tabacco and nicotine, you're adictive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to kick the habit and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's harder to forget you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your smile is the one thing that makes me scared,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For I fear, that smile might not be for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Goh is absolut-ing at 11 !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-2539746619246416800?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/2539746619246416800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/badddd-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/2539746619246416800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/2539746619246416800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/badddd-1.html' title='Badddd +1'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-5322311957913586910</id><published>2009-07-10T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:02:57.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despite All That Has Happened, I Forgive And Forget +1</title><content type='html'>Despite All That Has Happened, I Forgive And Forget +1;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, don't worry about the title, i'm just emo-ing. It's 3 a. m. now. Still not asleep. Cousin on the floor snoring away. Me, been at the computer since 11. My emotions fluctuate a lot nowadays. I get pissed easier. Eugene if you're reading this don't say I PMS =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Friday a.k.a ACday :D Went through normal routine. Change, buy MS, eat, foosball, sunway, home, grandma's home, home, dota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to write about. No words can express the emotions i'm feeling now ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ER EUGENE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;+1;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I tell you what I feel for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I think of you my feelings twist inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As if someones fist reached in and grabbed a few,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And turned and turned them tight and tangled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've tried, Somehow to say: You're the sun in my sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wind that takes me where I want to go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sweet ecstasy that makes me feel so high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That loving you seems all I need to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it all sticks in my throat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It sounds too cute, Empty as a wrinkled paper bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You won't believe it! Better I stay mute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Than offer you cliches that make you gag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yet I wish to tell you of my love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only love its own locks would remove!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Goh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-5322311957913586910?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/5322311957913586910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/despite-all-that-has-happened-i-forgive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/5322311957913586910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/5322311957913586910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/despite-all-that-has-happened-i-forgive.html' title='Despite All That Has Happened, I Forgive And Forget +1'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-1023096839131721686</id><published>2009-07-08T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:15:52.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Eyes ! :D +1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brand New Eyes ! :D +1;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SlSk-nXw8WI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/7S3uq82Dq-A/s1600-h/Brand_New_Eyes_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356087252477866338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SlSk-nXw8WI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/7S3uq82Dq-A/s320/Brand_New_Eyes_cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After being patient for 2 years, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;fans&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Brand New Eyes&lt;/span&gt; is finally up for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-order ! I'll just wait for it to go into the discount rack at the Rock Corner :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;New Song : &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ignorance&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BTW, I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zzuuupperr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hyepped&lt;/span&gt; ! :&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+1;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Your friendship is the sky above my home, The crystal air I breathe, through which I see. I can't believe how much you mean to me. Without you with me, time would turn to stone.&lt;br /&gt;I am your guardian, to protect you from harm's way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know so absolutely I'll be there, In times your wounded heart can hardly bear. I only know this truth is with me now.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it in our lives that we need friends, To be awake and fully what we are? Alone we dream but never cross the bar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With you I share a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt; that never ends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ian &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Goh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-1023096839131721686?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/1023096839131721686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/brand-new-eyes-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/1023096839131721686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/1023096839131721686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/brand-new-eyes-d.html' title='Brand New Eyes ! :D +1'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SlSk-nXw8WI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/7S3uq82Dq-A/s72-c/Brand_New_Eyes_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-7212673230487826112</id><published>2009-07-06T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T05:44:39.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian The Mother-Fcuking Love Guru !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ian The Mother-Fcuking Love Guru !;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me ask you a question:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Q : What's in the air ? O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A : Easy laa ! Love is in the air !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If your answer was something like that or if it even had the word love in it, you're CORRECT !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I predict a new love will bloom in about 1 week or more. Ermm, can't say much here. Haha. Wanna know more ? Well, you can ask me but be warned, I WILL NOT GIVE THE DIRECT ANSWERS. I'll twist it and make you find out yourself :D What's the fun of it if I just tell you know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Goh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-7212673230487826112?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/7212673230487826112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/ian-mother-fcuking-love-guru.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/7212673230487826112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/7212673230487826112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/ian-mother-fcuking-love-guru.html' title='Ian The Mother-Fcuking Love Guru !'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-6726554991739069921</id><published>2009-07-06T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:29:32.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moonlit Starfall +1</title><content type='html'>A Moonlit Starfall +1;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was boring as usual. Went to see Mrs. Chong for the IGCSE thingy. I have to retake the test T.T Oh oh and the only interesting thing about today is that I confirmed something, something so shocking, not really but you won't believe it ! HAHA ! Wanna know what it is ? Well, I can't tell you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+1;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your love is like the sunset, it only shows at the end of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a moonlit starfall, you shone brighter than all the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the vast amount of voices saying : I LOVE YOU, your voice was the only one I could hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through sadness or sickness, you're always by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like the wind, you're mysterious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The affection you show for me comes and goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You left me hanging on to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you come back and say that you love me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say : I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;The world now is filled with many different variations of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But none is as pure as the love I feel for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( This is not complete, it's too short D: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Goh&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; knows something about P&amp;amp;S O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-6726554991739069921?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/6726554991739069921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/moonlit-starfall-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/6726554991739069921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/6726554991739069921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/moonlit-starfall-1.html' title='A Moonlit Starfall +1'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-3311709971142911820</id><published>2009-07-03T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T04:04:23.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fox is GONE ! : / +1</title><content type='html'>The Fox is GONE ! : / +1;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my blog name. IDK why. I don't feel like having the Fox there ): Don't ask why !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+1;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love your deep brown eyes and light brown hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the way my fear faints at your touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the way I call you and you're there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ready to take charge, but not too much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the way you are a little girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Needing me to kiss away all pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then the jolt of automatic joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you say you don't love me yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my anchor in a surging sea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My partner winging through a darkened sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My pleasure-mate who loves to toy with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mirror and my goal, my word, my feelings toward you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the one who lets me live as two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All this you are to me, and I to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Goh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-3311709971142911820?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/3311709971142911820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/fox-is-gone-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/3311709971142911820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/3311709971142911820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/07/fox-is-gone-1.html' title='The Fox is GONE ! : / +1'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-906814115431922765</id><published>2009-06-30T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T05:14:31.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships Never Last A Second Generation +1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friendships Never Last A Second Generation +1;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, my name the Ian Fox but you can call me FOX that's what my friends call me, i have lots of friend. That's cool. Today i will the you the secret on how to Preserve a Friendship :D I'm speaking in an AH-BENG accent BTW !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A friendship is like, a plant. You plant the seed by going up to a random person and saying : HI ! :D In 10-15 after having contact, if that person does not say more than 4 words to you, he doesn't want to be your friend. As for the germination stage, just like plants need air, water and suitable warmth to germinate, we need a friendly smile, happy-go-lucky attitude and a firm command of lame jokes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For the photosynthesis stage, plants collect sunlight to make food, we collect information about the other person and as plants release oxygen into the air that is needed by every living being, we release our feelings to that other person to spark the best-friend factor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fruit producing stage. This is very much the final stage but I have one more stage that was specially thought for someone who is having problems. Continuing, the fruit producing stage is when the both of you stick together and produce something, literally. Both of you have become such close friends that both of you have produced a bond that cannot be broken. That bond is so strong even if something happens, some problems, it can ALWAYS be worked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Preserving the plant. This is actually how to maintain a solid friendship, just used a scientific term to make it sound cooler. preserving a friendship is very, very, very simple. You need 3 basic things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) Spark - The spark is only for the opposite sex, this spark is because it goes without saying, you WILL feel uncomfortable the first time you talk to someone the opposite sex. The spark is that special " POP " that goes off when you meet someone new, like in the Sims :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) A Topic to Talk About ALWAYS - Always have a topic prepared to talk about whenever you expect a friend about to talk to you. Stoning there is just plain wasting time. Ask about life and stuff, I learnt this from Claire :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) A Will To Be Friends With That Person - If you have a strong will to be a friend to that person, you will never, i mean never regret having talk to him/her in the first place. It always pays-off. There might be doubt and insecurity issues but there is always an obstacle or two to overcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's all for today :D I lied to Jing Her just now. He asked me to dota then I told him that i wanted to go to the toilet :D I only did that to finish this post ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;+1;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before you, I was just hanging out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My days were all bland, no beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boredom seemed what life was all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Excitement meant going to a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I fell in love with you, my body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Opened to a sudden rush of adrenalin, Trees turned into happiness, and all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The things I had forsaken made me cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The loves that fasten one to life grew strong:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You, the thought of seeing you, your touch, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My love for those I'd loved my whole life long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing, but not feeling it too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You brought my life to life, my love to flower,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now love me well, and through me embrace your power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ian Fox is listening to Billie Jean - MJ :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-906814115431922765?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/906814115431922765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/friendships-never-last-second.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/906814115431922765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/906814115431922765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/friendships-never-last-second.html' title='Friendships Never Last A Second Generation +1'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-2951120426189051599</id><published>2009-06-29T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:39:25.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth Be Told</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truth Be Told;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IDK use the facebook notes so I decided to do it in my blog :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be honest no matter what, then tag at least fifteen friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;01. Who was your last text from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maxis, I had 10 missed calls :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;02. Where was your default picture taken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;braChew's Cock-Fest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;03. Your relationship status?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Single and proud ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;04. Have you ever lost a close friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ONE TIME !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;05. What is your current mood?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sleepy == but still I have to dota with phil &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;06. How many siblings do you have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;07. Whats your brother(s)/sister(s) names?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IDC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;08. Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somewhere with alcohol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;09. Have a crazy side?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of course ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Ever had a near death experience?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. Something you do a lot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sleep :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. Angry at anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes ! &gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. What's stopping you from going for the person you like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;myself : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. When was the last time you cried?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imma' boy laa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. Is there anyone you would do anything for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. What you think about when you are falling asleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Megan Fox :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Indon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18. What is your favorite song?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;currently New Divide by Linkin Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19. What are you doing right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FFK-ing Phil at dota :D He thinks i'm still playing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20. Who do you trust right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only 3 people O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21. Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IDR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;22. Have you kissed someone in the past week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grandma count? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23. Who is your best friend that lives closest to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all Subang kia one, except my sexy China ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24. Describe your life in one word?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;substance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25. Who are you thinking of right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;does phil realise i'm not playing? O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;26. What should you be doing right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;playing with phil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;27. What are you listening to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New Divide ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;28. Who was the last person who gave you a hug?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chein Wee =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29. Who was the last person who yelled at you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cik Fitriah, haha i just don't get along with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;30. Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know, you tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;31. What is your natural hair color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dark black like an asian ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;32. Who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stanley, when we were dota-ing :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;33. Who was the last person to make you sad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Optimus Prime when he died TT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;34. What do you hear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Windows Live Messenger Alert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;35.Is your hair curly or straight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have you heard of spiky? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;36. Has anyone ever called you "scrumptious" before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;37. Do you have a best friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ABUDTHEN !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;38. Held hands with the opposite sex in the past 3 days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;39. Do you use smiley faces on the computer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what a stupid question to ask :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;40. Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeap, braChew's car :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;41. Are you happy with life right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;same old same old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;42. Are you currently jealous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck jealousy, useless emotion :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;43. What jewelry are you currently wearing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm asian :D i don't wear ma' bling at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;44. What were you doing on friday night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TRANSFORMERS ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;45. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;46. Have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think so : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;47. Is there anybody you're really disappointed in right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;48. What was the last reason you went to the doctor for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanted to skip school, failed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;49. How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12, dota&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;50. Have you ever dated someone longer than a year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Fox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-2951120426189051599?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/2951120426189051599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/truth-be-told.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/2951120426189051599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/2951120426189051599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/truth-be-told.html' title='Truth Be Told'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-1834278475417118308</id><published>2009-06-29T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T05:37:51.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Blink, A City Is Blown Away +1</title><content type='html'>When You Blink, A City Is Blown Away +1;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to cut this post short because I have nothing to write about. Sorry :D I'm just going to put something at the end :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+1;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twenty-nine must be our secret number&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To say we are in love among a crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are one whenever we're together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though we daren't mention it out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We giggle at the same idea unspoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And smile in simultaneous disdain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Existing in a single cell unbroken,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two nuclei alike in joy and pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outwardly we are just closest friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because we do not wish to cause distress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when we're grown, the fairy tale ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we come out in more authentic dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meanwhile we're ourselves in secrecy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our silence merely adding to our glee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Fox &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-1834278475417118308?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/1834278475417118308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-you-blink-city-is-blown-away-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/1834278475417118308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/1834278475417118308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-you-blink-city-is-blown-away-1.html' title='When You Blink, A City Is Blown Away +1'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-1070544186371816780</id><published>2009-06-28T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T06:15:26.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Ian Fox Meets New Divide !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;New Ian Fox Meets New Divide !;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently listening to New Divide by Linkin Park, LOVE THE INTRO :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did nothing today, as usual :D Went for dinner at Puteri and my day ends. Haha. Shortest day ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Fox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-1070544186371816780?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/1070544186371816780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-ian-fox-meets-new-divide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/1070544186371816780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/1070544186371816780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-ian-fox-meets-new-divide.html' title='New Ian Fox Meets New Divide !'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-8648521735854324424</id><published>2009-06-28T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:16:49.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You say I'm Immature But I Say I'm In Love :D</title><content type='html'>You say I'm Immature But I Say I'm In Love :D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuation from last post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to add one thing to the aspects thingy :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair - Long and curly or short and spiky/ long and straight ( silky ) or short and curly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to put the +1 :D Haha. I know there was no +1 thing in the title but i feel like writing a poem :DDD The title of this poem is, your eyes won't let my thoughts go back to sleep. Here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your eyes won't let my thoughts go back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your words draw me across 2000 miles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know you at all, and yet I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You better than my friends of many years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days I spent with you are like a tape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I play, rewind, play, rewind, and play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever I remember something new,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel as though you touched me on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you as the grass awaits the wind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or as the morning sky awaits the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although I look for you in every doorway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find only the darkness in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Fox is falling slowly :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-8648521735854324424?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/8648521735854324424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-say-im-immature-but-i-say-im-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/8648521735854324424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/8648521735854324424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-say-im-immature-but-i-say-im-in.html' title='You say I&apos;m Immature But I Say I&apos;m In Love :D'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-3582915397260014167</id><published>2009-06-27T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:23:39.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What attracts you the most to a guy or girl ? O.O</title><content type='html'>What attracts you the most to a guy or girl ? O.O;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a guy or girl in love, you'll ask yourself this question : What aspect of my person will he fall for ? You will keep thinking and thinking and if you have a clue about what he/she might be interested in you, you will try to "improve" that part of you. You will ponder upon it for many hours a day. I must stop using such bombastic words. You will space out regularly thinking about your future with him/her. Have many false dreams about him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aspects:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different people have different personalities and as such, different attractions. Examples :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes: The window to the soul - My favourite ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nose: A deep nose bridge attracts all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips: Big and soft or slim and hard, both built for the kiss of dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin: A chiseled jaw is oh so sexy ( for girls )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neck and shoulders: Rouged or a good bone structure is also sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chest: Big and firm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: Hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legs and arse: Slim and shaped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my pick, I would definitely choose eyes :D Why you ask? I'll tell you. Eyes are the windows to the soul. A pair of seducing eyes can be a girls most attractive aspect. The eyes can determine how you feel about someone. How? If you really like someone, eye contact is the number one thing that is required to " start the fire " You will know in 15 seconds or less how that person feels about you when you look them straight in the eye. Here are 5 easy steps :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Never break eye contact first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't squint your eyes when looking at the person you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Avoid wearing spectacles or anything that can hide those special eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sleep until fully rested or just get enough sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Have that pair of special eyes to make all of these steps a success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I fall for eyes like the middle east drops bombs :D I'm a sucker for eyes. Whenever I look at that special someone straight in the eye, my heart races. I don't know why and don't care :D I'm feeling good today :D YAY ! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Transformers 2 : Revenge of The Fallen ! ! :DDDDDDD It was so goooooodd ! I couldn't sleep that night. Haha. I had a dream about Transformers, it went like this : The entire movie was the same just that I, Ian Fox, switched places with Shia LeBeouf ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today D: Jing Her is asking me to play DotA with him. I have more from this post but I'll continue it next time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" There is a time when fate calls upon us " - Optimus Prime ! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Fox ( is answering fate's call )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-3582915397260014167?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/3582915397260014167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-attracts-you-most-to-guy-or-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/3582915397260014167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/3582915397260014167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-attracts-you-most-to-guy-or-girl.html' title='What attracts you the most to a guy or girl ? O.O'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-5950187907056513941</id><published>2009-06-21T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T06:42:21.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robots TRANSFORMING into cars ? BULLSHIT ! +1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Robots TRANSFORMING into cars ? BULLSHIT ! +1;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First, robots transforming into cars is not bullshit, that shit is real, in Transformers :D Can't wait to see it but the sad part about it is that the cinema's fully booked D: SADNESS. I've watched the trailer 10 times today :D Struggling to figure out what the story or what is the main point of the story. Here's what i've figured out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beginning: Walk into the cinema. Waste 10 minutes watching lousy commercials. Movie starts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turn-Point: The awesomeness of Transformers has me overwhelmed. I stand up and shout: Behind you Optimus ! :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Climax/Ending: Movie ends. I'm banned from the cinemas for life for the reason: Lewd and inhuman behaviour. I go home and relive the movie in my head :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;+1;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think, perhaps, that you will live forever, For death, still out of sight, is out of mind. Or pain, perhaps, is destined for another, And anything that's broken soon will mend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek the ecstasy in every moment, Not caring what the consequence may be, Yearning for the black, tormented torrent. That twists beneath the border of your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You plunge and plunge again, and still don't drown, Ignoring all the warnings that you've heard. Joy fills you to the marrow of your bones, And all but what you hunger for seems dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all things have a price, as you will learn. Too late, when life presents you with the bill, And you will die too early, or in pain. Live on with wounds that never wholly heal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, children full of passion and desire, Unwilling to mature before you choose! Remember there is wisdom in your fear, And reason to think well what you may lose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Fox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-5950187907056513941?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/5950187907056513941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/robots-transforming-into-cars-bullshit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/5950187907056513941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/5950187907056513941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/robots-transforming-into-cars-bullshit.html' title='Robots TRANSFORMING into cars ? BULLSHIT ! +1'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-8677829276849798667</id><published>2009-06-20T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:08:35.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today +1</title><content type='html'>Today +1;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was boring. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't go out. Mum sad so didn't want to trouble her. Spent my afternoon at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ioi&lt;/span&gt;. Went to the new restaurant/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt;, The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Teh&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tarik&lt;/span&gt; Place. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teh&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tarik&lt;/span&gt; there sucked :D Went home. Bathed and got ready to leave for dinner. Went to this crab restaurant &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt; what it's called. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Near the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mizi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shabu&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shabu&lt;/span&gt;. Ate 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kg's&lt;/span&gt; of crab. Was FULL-to-the-MAX. Walked to the car and my uncle had a close encounter with a front bumper of a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kancil&lt;/span&gt;. He was like: HUH? What? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aiya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kancil&lt;/span&gt; only ma. Hit also won't die one :D My aunt scolded him. Went home. Played &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DotA&lt;/span&gt;. Uploaded &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rakuzen&lt;/span&gt; pictures. Listened to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt; :D That was my day. Boring eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+1;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Young and lovely, strong and sane, Life's a lot of fun. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;foosball&lt;/span&gt; and laugh and hang, And don't hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You love my brown eyes and black hair, I love your intoxicating smile. We drift a lot among the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tobacco&lt;/span&gt; smoke, Then arrive home in a cab.&lt;br /&gt;Although we're just now as friends, Only a month apart, We'll settle down in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Puchong&lt;/span&gt;, And be in love forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Fox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-8677829276849798667?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/8677829276849798667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/8677829276849798667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/8677829276849798667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-1.html' title='Today +1'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-7998465554577570742</id><published>2009-06-20T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T10:21:57.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rakuzen Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rakuzen Pictures;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Sj0ZVuxAgfI/AAAAAAAAAfE/PQjoGJsPD4o/s1600-h/IMG_0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459793507549682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Sj0ZVuxAgfI/AAAAAAAAAfE/PQjoGJsPD4o/s320/IMG_0187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tailou counting money as I stare O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Sj0ZVeIIT9I/AAAAAAAAAe8/aMxlXVAZlr4/s1600-h/IMG_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459789041127378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Sj0ZVeIIT9I/AAAAAAAAAe8/aMxlXVAZlr4/s320/IMG_0188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Rakuzen made the room VERY HOT ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Sj0ZVbnqnvI/AAAAAAAAAe0/LE1oL8GlzyI/s1600-h/IMG_0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459788368092914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Sj0ZVbnqnvI/AAAAAAAAAe0/LE1oL8GlzyI/s320/IMG_0189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First time eat salmon ah? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Sj0ZK9lJbgI/AAAAAAAAAes/TcJ3XsgNUNE/s1600-h/IMG_0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459608505773570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Sj0ZK9lJbgI/AAAAAAAAAes/TcJ3XsgNUNE/s320/IMG_0190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ohhh... Miss Rakuzen !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Sj0ZKbkFdvI/AAAAAAAAAek/6QA3FOKiCiI/s1600-h/IMG_0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459599374513906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Sj0ZKbkFdvI/AAAAAAAAAek/6QA3FOKiCiI/s320/IMG_0191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; braKoh's birthday present :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Sj0ZKEq9GfI/AAAAAAAAAec/pZr1f8nVaxA/s1600-h/IMG_0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459593229310450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Sj0ZKEq9GfI/AAAAAAAAAec/pZr1f8nVaxA/s320/IMG_0192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmm... I feel like someone's missing O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Sj0ZJ-IS9lI/AAAAAAAAAeU/2g-VReuhGoI/s1600-h/IMG_0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459591473329746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Sj0ZJ-IS9lI/AAAAAAAAAeU/2g-VReuhGoI/s320/IMG_0193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still feels like someone's missing O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Sj0ZJ6R0gTI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Wtmm03IrVQs/s1600-h/IMG_0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459590439534898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Sj0ZJ6R0gTI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Wtmm03IrVQs/s320/IMG_0195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There he is !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Fox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-7998465554577570742?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/7998465554577570742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/rakuzen-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/7998465554577570742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/7998465554577570742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/rakuzen-pictures.html' title='Rakuzen Pictures'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Sj0ZVuxAgfI/AAAAAAAAAfE/PQjoGJsPD4o/s72-c/IMG_0187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-1534801038223763919</id><published>2009-06-19T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:51:34.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rakuzen Was Da' Bomb ! +1</title><content type='html'>Rakuzen Was Da' Bomb ! +1;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, on the 20th of June 2009, I stayed in AC for 6 hrs straight ! It was fun, then boring, then fun again :D / D: / :D My banting kia spent us dinner at Rakuzen, his belated birthday celebration. It was so cool ! Chein Wee, Jing Her and I arrived first. We went through the front door and confirmed our reservation. We got V.I.P room 2 :D went upstairs and sat in the room. Ordered some side dishes before the main course and 2 bottles of sake, heated. After 10 minutes or so, the 99 gang arrived. Zhou Wei, Clarence, braKoh and Derrick. We sat down and were talking meaningless shit. Then, the good boy came, braLim. braChew couldn't make it D: he said he had tuition. Then my mini-me came :D sat down and I tricked him into drinking a cup of sake :D He thought it was water. The tall man came, he was so stupid. Stanley. He was supposed to slide the door but he didn't know he went to the other room and hit the barricade. He was so stupid :D The the Half-Malay Half-Chinese, Abang, came. He was smarter. Stanley, zhan hai ah..mo ye kong =.= &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SOHAI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us sat down ordered the main course, talked meaningless shit again, food came, talked meaningless shit while eating, had our final round of sake. We were taking group pictures, haha, this is the best part :D we asked Stanley to take the picture with everyone in it but him :D then when it was his turn, everyone moved away. He was alone in that picture. Left Rakuzen, walked to AC. Arrived at AC and foosballed. Went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures next post :D they're still with my sexy China ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+1;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your day just want to say, That you can count on me. To be your friend until the end: Just wait and you will see!&lt;br /&gt;I know that you would be as true. To me for just as long. No "if" or "but," no matter what, Our friendship will be strong.&lt;br /&gt;So, my dear, I'm glad you're here. To share my joy and pain. I care so much, so keep in touch--I'll talk to you again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Fox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-1534801038223763919?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/1534801038223763919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/rakuzen-was-da-bomb-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/1534801038223763919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/1534801038223763919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/rakuzen-was-da-bomb-1.html' title='Rakuzen Was Da&apos; Bomb ! +1'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-6957053656895985637</id><published>2009-06-18T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T05:54:11.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Ways To Keep A Secret ! +1</title><content type='html'>10 Ways To Keep A Secret ! +1;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When you promise somebody you're going to keep that secret, KEEP IT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When your trust comes into question, DOUBT IT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When somebody tells you a secret, KEEP IT A SECRET !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When the "victim" of the secret ( the person the secret is about ) asks you who told you that secret, NEVER TELL ! NO MATTER WHAT ! OR WHO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Make it as though you know nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If you tell a secret to someone, make sure he/she is TRUSTWORTHY ! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NOT STANLEY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7) Only promise to keep a secret if you KNOW you can !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Avoid contact with the "victim" for a few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Don't be like Er Eugene !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Just keep the secret !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+1;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose gift this is you cannot know. My heart is in your keeping though. You will not mind my writing here, to tell you that I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you must think it queer. For me to love and not come near. But linger by some frozen lake. This most romantic time of year.&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes give my head a shake, And ask if there is some mistake. It's lonely out here 'mid the sweep. Of bitter wind and icy flake.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is dark and deep, But it's a promise I will keep, As from afar I watch and weep, As from afar I watch and weep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Fox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-6957053656895985637?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/6957053656895985637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-ways-to-keep-secret-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/6957053656895985637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/6957053656895985637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-ways-to-keep-secret-1.html' title='10 Ways To Keep A Secret ! +1'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-4993931055998173279</id><published>2009-06-17T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T04:53:51.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IGCSE Maths was HELL ! + 1</title><content type='html'>IGCSE Maths was HELL ! + 1;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat for the IGCSE entrance exam today, the invidulators gave us two sets of papers. First was English followed by Maths. English was okay but I didn't get to finish my short story D: I just put some shity ending. Maths was hell. I didn't finish the paper D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The +1 in the title means that every post that has this +1 sign will have something very meaningful at the bottom of the post. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A teenage girl's first crush is . . . well, crushing.Her body isn't hers, nor is her mind.She finds herself shivering, shaking, blushing,Weak, tormented, sick, and going blind.And why? Because some guy might look her way,Then cast his eyes as quickly to the ground;Some special one, for reasons she can't say,Whose voice makes her feel faint when he's around.But now my crush on you has been returned,And so the two of us stand on some brink:It can't be love so young, and yet we've learnedLove does its will, no matter what we think.Slowly, slowly now--we mustn't rush:Let's enjoy this first sweet teenage crush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Fox +1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-4993931055998173279?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/4993931055998173279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/igcse-maths-was-hell-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/4993931055998173279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/4993931055998173279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/igcse-maths-was-hell-1.html' title='IGCSE Maths was HELL ! + 1'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-3178866833618817837</id><published>2009-06-16T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:41:02.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday RIOT !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Happy Birthday &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RIOT&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today marks the 2 year-old birhdate of&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; RIOT&lt;/span&gt; ! It's not actually today but who cares. The actual date is 15/6/07 : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep rocking on ! : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWIf9x7SCvM/SAXIGswI9VI/AAAAAAAAAJE/XHApikVJGVY/s400/Paramore_RIOT!_v1_ULT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ian Fox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-3178866833618817837?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/3178866833618817837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-riot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/3178866833618817837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/3178866833618817837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-riot.html' title='Happy Birthday RIOT !'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWIf9x7SCvM/SAXIGswI9VI/AAAAAAAAAJE/XHApikVJGVY/s72-c/Paramore_RIOT!_v1_ULT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-299223991118587306</id><published>2009-06-16T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T06:33:40.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here to clarify things : \</title><content type='html'>I'm here to clarify things : \;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I you have heard rumors going around saying that I like a certain someone, that is not true. The person spreading these rumors is Er Eugene. I'm going to kill him. He spreads them because he himself, likes that certain someone. He has been asking me questions that were asked by that certain someone which made me feel uncomfortable. Really, what does Eugene have to gain from this? To that certain someone : We can remain friends but I don't see us anywhere in the future : \ Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Eugene is going to die by my two fists ! on the 17/06/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Fox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-299223991118587306?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/299223991118587306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-here-to-clarify-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/299223991118587306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/299223991118587306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-here-to-clarify-things.html' title='I&apos;m here to clarify things : \'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-8790237635755494370</id><published>2009-06-15T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T04:55:15.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian and Megan Fox !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ian and Megan Fox !;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pics' from Sims 3 :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjY0bDnHDtI/AAAAAAAAAeE/1XeHlQAOoaU/s1600-h/Screenshot-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347519246979501778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjY0bDnHDtI/AAAAAAAAAeE/1XeHlQAOoaU/s320/Screenshot-26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Honey, the moon's full tonight :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjY0awSf94I/AAAAAAAAAd8/CUz5k17_lA8/s1600-h/Screenshot-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347519241792780162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjY0awSf94I/AAAAAAAAAd8/CUz5k17_lA8/s320/Screenshot-21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chess anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYzcSMJVWI/AAAAAAAAAd0/5ZgZ3H9NUkg/s1600-h/Screenshot-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347518168561177954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYzcSMJVWI/AAAAAAAAAd0/5ZgZ3H9NUkg/s320/Screenshot-20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Tai Lou" meeting area&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYzcERBqOI/AAAAAAAAAds/BjOwQCGN9tA/s1600-h/Screenshot-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347518164823550178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYzcERBqOI/AAAAAAAAAds/BjOwQCGN9tA/s320/Screenshot-16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYzcA9hvWI/AAAAAAAAAdk/BFyos3-M9Q0/s1600-h/Screenshot-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347518163936460130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYzcA9hvWI/AAAAAAAAAdk/BFyos3-M9Q0/s320/Screenshot-15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYzbwasQzI/AAAAAAAAAdc/vWdByXzT1F8/s1600-h/Screenshot-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347518159495381810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYzbwasQzI/AAAAAAAAAdc/vWdByXzT1F8/s320/Screenshot-14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYzbaGxGdI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Bbrw4SmETI4/s1600-h/Screenshot-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347518153506232786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYzbaGxGdI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Bbrw4SmETI4/s320/Screenshot-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm feeling artistic ! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYyNQ6xoQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/u-Gak8XbzzA/s1600-h/Screenshot-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347516811010220290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYyNQ6xoQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/u-Gak8XbzzA/s320/Screenshot-9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYyMwJbl-I/AAAAAAAAAc0/s5LX1vpL0SM/s1600-h/Screenshot-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347516802213320674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYyMwJbl-I/AAAAAAAAAc0/s5LX1vpL0SM/s320/Screenshot-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Main Entrance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYwgnAGmoI/AAAAAAAAAck/oy-GYaCI9aU/s1600-h/Screenshot-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347514944332405378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYwgnAGmoI/AAAAAAAAAck/oy-GYaCI9aU/s320/Screenshot-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYwgWKa8jI/AAAAAAAAAcc/nNtoH5M_u5g/s1600-h/Screenshot-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347514939812278834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYwgWKa8jI/AAAAAAAAAcc/nNtoH5M_u5g/s320/Screenshot-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYwgM6ypPI/AAAAAAAAAcU/SIatMccU8CI/s1600-h/Screenshot-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347514937330803954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYwgM6ypPI/AAAAAAAAAcU/SIatMccU8CI/s320/Screenshot-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347514930912752482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYwf1Am82I/AAAAAAAAAcM/GiSYQsddAXk/s320/Screenshot-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYwfqDTMXI/AAAAAAAAAcE/KIwna89zsQg/s1600-h/Screenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347514927971250546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjYwfqDTMXI/AAAAAAAAAcE/KIwna89zsQg/s320/Screenshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's all for now :D I'm off to beat braChew's house !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ian Fox&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-8790237635755494370?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/8790237635755494370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/ian-and-megan-fox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/8790237635755494370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/8790237635755494370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/ian-and-megan-fox.html' title='Ian and Megan Fox !'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/SjY0bDnHDtI/AAAAAAAAAeE/1XeHlQAOoaU/s72-c/Screenshot-26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-7097021669459421914</id><published>2009-06-12T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:04:36.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demand Paramore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Demand Paramore!;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Go to this website and demand &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paramore &lt;/span&gt;! Please ! :D Then we can all &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROCK OUT&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eventful.com/demand"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://eventful.com/demand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Fox ( want's to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROCK OUT&lt;/span&gt; with Paramore ! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-7097021669459421914?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/7097021669459421914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/demand-paramore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/7097021669459421914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/7097021669459421914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/demand-paramore.html' title='Demand Paramore!'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-6754041898580816475</id><published>2009-06-12T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:34:38.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Long !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live Long !;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live long Paramore ! Rock on ! but, it's been 2 friggin' years since you 2nd album. Release something soon laa ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;introducing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ESCAPE TO FATE ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbl_e_xpdpw/SHJAl9y8eUI/AAAAAAAAABE/eU0i1bkMhR4/S660/escape%2Bthe%2Bfate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Songs I like from them : #1 Situations; #2 Ashley #3 Something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DID&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not betray Paramore ! I'm just listening to other bands waiting for their new album :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ian Fox ( has no love stories today, sorry D: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-6754041898580816475?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/6754041898580816475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/live-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/6754041898580816475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/6754041898580816475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/live-long.html' title='Live Long !'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbl_e_xpdpw/SHJAl9y8eUI/AAAAAAAAABE/eU0i1bkMhR4/s72-c/escape%2Bthe%2Bfate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-9074591153784902605</id><published>2009-06-11T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T06:30:04.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Love?</title><content type='html'>What Is Love?;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is that special emotion/feeling you get when you stand next to, talk to, or even look at the person you love. Sometimes when you look at this special person, you feel happy like there's not a care in the world but sometimes, you feel like jumping to your death when you look at the person you love. This may be because that person has rejected you, broken your heart or just didn't like you. This happens mostly with girls. They were just born emo. :D I am JOKING! It happens to guys alike. Enough about that, I have bad memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you can look at the person whom you love most in the eye and you can see your reflection. Love is when you can hear every heartbeat from the person you love. Love is when you can relate to that special person no matter how his/her personality is. love is when you get nervous/anxious whenever that special person talks to you or is about to talk to you. Love is when you always think your phone has a missed call or an unread text message from that special person. Love is ( omg I've been using "Love is" as a start for the sentence for so many sentences =.= ) when you always want to talk to that special someone. Love is when you always try to help that special someone in any way possible. Love is when you look at that special someone differently. You can actually tell when you look at someone differently. Even the greatest actors can't hide the special way they look at their special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say that love is patience and tolerance. That's true but what is a relationship without trust? Let me tell you a story ( again =.= ) ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a man was walking down a very dark road with his girlfriend by his side. They just got back from a party. He forgot where he parked his car and was walking down the street aimlessly. His girlfriend had one too many drinks at the party. She was stumbling as she walked. He pressed the "unlock car door" function that had been installed into his cell phone. He heard the car alert sound nearby. as he was walking his girlfriend "dropped-dead" he had to carry her back into the car. He put her down comfortably on the car seat. He then sat in the drivers seat and put the key in the ignition. He started up the car. As he was just about to reverse out of his parking spot, a man came screaming, running down the street like a mad man. He panicked and accelerated. He hit the mad man. He went out to check if he was still alive. He was not. He was as scared as he could ever be. His girlfriend sobered up and saw a dead man lying on the floor. She screamed. He asked her to keep that night a secret. She didn't, she went to the police the next morning. He thought he could trust her but he thought wrong. He is now serving time in jail. He still has 10 more years to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddddd D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for tonight. I want to go and play DotA or paint ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Fox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-9074591153784902605?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/9074591153784902605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/9074591153784902605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/9074591153784902605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-love.html' title='What Is Love?'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-1433627759010001280</id><published>2009-06-10T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:20:47.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday!;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tee Rachel&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;grow taller&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;before your next birthday&lt;/span&gt; ! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a picture of you, D: sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Fox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-1433627759010001280?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/1433627759010001280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/1433627759010001280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/1433627759010001280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-307501852346315313</id><published>2009-06-10T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:06:33.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness/Happyness</title><content type='html'>Happiness/Happyness;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is happiness spelled with an (i) or a (y)? Many english scholars debate on this and never get to a verdict. Well to tell you the truth, happiness/happyness is spelled by your heart. Some people, like me, spend their time "emo-ing" when they can use that time to pursue happiness/happyness and i'm not ripping off The Pursuit of Happyness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another story for you. This one is not as sad as the previous story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a man molded all the happiness in the world into a crystal ball. He wanted to give it to the woman he loved. He wanted her to be happy for as long as she lived. God ( don't ask which 1 =.= ) did not like this. He was angry because that man took away all the happiness in the world. Everywhere, people were miserable because without happiness, there would only be all the negative emotions. God reached down from the heavens and snatched the crystal ball with his allmighty hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped the crystal ball and it shattered into pieces. God made happiness a treasure hunt. Whomever shall find all the pieces will win the happiness of the world he said. Centuries passed and no one, not even a single person could find all the pieces because even if you only have one piece now, if you really really look hard enough, you'll find piece by piece but you won't find them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Fox ( is looking for happiness/happyness ! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-307501852346315313?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/307501852346315313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/happinesshappyness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/307501852346315313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/307501852346315313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/happinesshappyness.html' title='Happiness/Happyness'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-7170393490564633673</id><published>2009-06-10T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:10:07.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In The Air?</title><content type='html'>What's In the Air?;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's in the air youu might ask? Well, i'll tell you. Love is in the air. Everywhere I go from Pahang to right here in Puchong there are love songs playing. I mean everywhere like when I was in Genting, I was stoning at Starbucks and they played like 15 songs. 13 out of 15 of them were love songs =.= Then I went to AC the next day, same thing happened. This proves love is in the air. I was surfing the net the other night out of boredom and I read this article. It was about a girl who died in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was on her way to meet this guy, who was in love with her for roughly 3 years. Today was the day he was going to tell her he loved her. About the same duration i've liked a girl :D She was on the highway, she was driving at a slow pace because she was on the phone with a client. She stopped at the trafic light as it turned red. When it turned green, she shifted her gear to D and accelerated not knowing that a trailer was jumping the red light. The trailer hit her small Mini Cooper. She died on the spot as a metal bar punctured her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year later, that man went on a reality dating show, not to look for a new relasionship but to bring awareness unto people. Today was the anniversary of her death. He was angry at himself for such a long time because he did not have the guts to tell the girl he loved that he had loved her. He was afraid he was going to be rejected. Rejection is nothing! When you like a girl tell her how you really feel. So what if you get rejected? As long as the girl that you hae loved for so very long knows that someone out there really cares about her. I felt so sad reading the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Sorry FFK you braChew, woke up late and no transport D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Fox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-7170393490564633673?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/7170393490564633673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-in-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/7170393490564633673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/7170393490564633673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-in-air.html' title='What&apos;s In The Air?'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-8813438283451264298</id><published>2009-06-09T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:40:13.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspended</title><content type='html'>Suspended;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suspended from school for a week. Okay, this does not sound as bad as you think it is. Actually I don't care. :D Gives me more free time to paint and draw since I have not done anything remotely artistic these past few days of the holiday. I was planning to paint something big but failed because I wasn't in the right mood to paint. I was emo-ing =.= I passed that stage now and am ready to paint again ! There will be a new painting up in a few days :D I have to back to school on Wednesday to take the IGCSE entrance exam then I have to see Chew right after the exam D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, as I say : "Won't Die One :D" Played Restaurant City at FTZ yesterday =.= the guy next to me kept looking at me. Played foosball and went home. Stayed up till 5. Woke up at 11. Mum was at school talking to Chew. Watched Love Matters and I LOVED the ending, it was so nice. :D Then here I am now, blogging =.= That's all for today though. Nothing else really happened. Tommorrow hopefully there will be something that's crazy and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Fox ( is suspended for the week =.= )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-8813438283451264298?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/8813438283451264298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/suspended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/8813438283451264298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/8813438283451264298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/suspended.html' title='Suspended'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861951277098021111.post-3767733299930011505</id><published>2009-06-08T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:32:28.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "New" Ian Fox</title><content type='html'>The "New" Ian Fox;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted the original Ian F0x blog because of some *ahem* "complications" so from now on i'll be posting up stuff at this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Please do not relink. I don't want so many people to know I have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Fox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6861951277098021111-3767733299930011505?l=newianf0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/feeds/3767733299930011505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-ian-fox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/3767733299930011505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6861951277098021111/posts/default/3767733299930011505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newianf0x.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-ian-fox.html' title='The &quot;New&quot; Ian Fox'/><author><name>Ian Goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05967094731117697860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyEVP2fS988/Si4VOIAG5aI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bDuUmxYlqDo/S220/4249_85678188718_565253718_1825297_7898680_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
