<?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-4751179432121028600</id><updated>2012-02-24T20:33:11.170+08:00</updated><category term='blog'/><title type='text'>zappyzac's</title><subtitle type='html'>hello, my name is zac. comment vas-tu?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751179432121028600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ZhaoZong Ang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-i0ISFpPuG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABAQ/DN-McXTrCsQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751179432121028600.post-2599840529252797936</id><published>2011-07-21T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T11:05:33.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Smoking</title><content type='html'>Dear Smokers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please get a plastic bag and cover yourself whenever you want to start smoking to enable you to enjoy the smoke 100% by yourself. I don't want any percentage of it nor do my friends who don't smoke. Don't kill me if you want to kill yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Non-smokers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Repost this message to support the keep-smoke-away Campaign.&lt;br /&gt;No Offence but It's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751179432121028600-2599840529252797936?l=zappyzac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/feeds/2599840529252797936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/2011/07/stop-smoking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751179432121028600/posts/default/2599840529252797936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751179432121028600/posts/default/2599840529252797936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/2011/07/stop-smoking.html' title='Stop Smoking'/><author><name>ZhaoZong Ang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-i0ISFpPuG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABAQ/DN-McXTrCsQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751179432121028600.post-9012374302698223007</id><published>2011-07-05T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T00:27:53.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumbling down the drain</title><content type='html'>Other than the fact that I use &lt;a href="http://zappyzac.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt; now, this post has nothing to do with drains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou I would have to say that where I am right now, it seems as if the drain would be a better place to be. I'm sure the drain smells nicer, is less cramped, and gets lesser germs dirts and flies. Life sucks. We all know that by now. But somehow, some just suck more than the others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751179432121028600-9012374302698223007?l=zappyzac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/feeds/9012374302698223007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/2011/07/tumbling-down-drain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751179432121028600/posts/default/9012374302698223007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751179432121028600/posts/default/9012374302698223007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/2011/07/tumbling-down-drain.html' title='Tumbling down the drain'/><author><name>ZhaoZong Ang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-i0ISFpPuG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABAQ/DN-McXTrCsQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751179432121028600.post-4994231532440131799</id><published>2011-07-01T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T13:30:49.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>I want to be alone. In fact, I like to be alone. It's peaceful, calm, and it makes me feel good. I really wish that I can move out of my house now. I don't want to come home to all the noise and buzz, the questions, arguments, and constant caution or expectations. It's pressuring sometimes living here. I want an apartment, a small apartment, somewhere not too far, yet not too close to town, somewhere quiet. I want to be able to reach home late without having someone nagging at me. I want to be able to put my things were I want, decorate my furniture the way I want, do the things I want the way I want. But sometimes, I wonder if being alone is really what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, being alone is fine, is great, is amazing. What if I feel lonely sometimes? Will I feel even more so at night? No one nagging at me, no presence of others to think about. Will I feel lonely? I will have nobody to call to talk to, no one to think about. And no one to think about me. Sucks eh. After breaking up, all I want to be is to be alone. Now, I achieved being alone, and I enjoy being alone. But I feel horrible knowing that when I wake up at night, feeling lonely, there is nobody I can call or message, and it makes me feel all the more depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess life moves on. And I should move on. There's no such thing as regretting something and expecting time to reverse itself. It's time to stop standing at this fork in the road. He has taken the step forward towards what seem to be a tunnel leading to the light. I cannot follow him. My path is one that is dark and gloomy. The light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off due to budget cuts. It's time to make some fire, and burn this house down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751179432121028600-4994231532440131799?l=zappyzac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/feeds/4994231532440131799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/2011/07/loneliness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751179432121028600/posts/default/4994231532440131799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751179432121028600/posts/default/4994231532440131799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/2011/07/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>ZhaoZong Ang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-i0ISFpPuG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABAQ/DN-McXTrCsQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751179432121028600.post-3886098357928554655</id><published>2010-06-12T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T00:35:51.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/40/Glee_title_card.svg/500px-Glee_title_card.svg.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/40/Glee_title_card.svg/500px-Glee_title_card.svg.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't tell me you haven't heard about Glee! It's only the most popular show on primetime now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee is the story of the struggles of a bunch of misfits trying their best to be who they are and who they want to be, as a student in high school. They join the Glee Club, a show choir group, in hopes of realizing their dreams and finding company in a world of superficiality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an amazingly positive show and it has indeed touched the lives of many people, including mine. I've learnt that being true to yourself is always important, more important than trying to live up to other's expectations of you. You are who you are, and no one can take that away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the most memorable song that Glee performed is their very first song, "Don't Stop Believing". See, even the title itself is already so empowering. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ffuCVLECpY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ffuCVLECpY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing isn't it? Well, now Glee is showing in Singapore on Channel Five, every Wednesday at 8(or 7)pm. Glee Rocks! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751179432121028600-3886098357928554655?l=zappyzac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/feeds/3886098357928554655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/2010/06/glee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751179432121028600/posts/default/3886098357928554655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751179432121028600/posts/default/3886098357928554655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/2010/06/glee.html' title='Glee!'/><author><name>ZhaoZong Ang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-i0ISFpPuG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABAQ/DN-McXTrCsQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751179432121028600.post-1182868943987006108</id><published>2010-04-07T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:05:50.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>How We Depend On Facebook Too Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4qoB5Z_NMqY/S7vsu9jLpHI/AAAAAAAAA7E/1WyXdZV_9GQ/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2010-04-07+at+AM+10.19.04.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="105" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4qoB5Z_NMqY/S7vsu9jLpHI/AAAAAAAAA7E/1WyXdZV_9GQ/s400/Screen+shot+2010-04-07+at+AM+10.19.04.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This should be a familiar sight to everyone, no? Well, you guessed it, it's the Facebook events sections, showing the upcoming events you've got, and if anybody's birthday is approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I so choose to change my birthday to tomorrow, what happens? My birthday will be the one listed down there, and you will be the one who sees it. If you do not know me well enough to know my birthday, you would probably just go to my profile, and message me, "Happy Birthday". Which is practically what happened today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how I feel? Firstly, I think that everyone has forgotten my birthday. Nobody knows me well enough to know that my birthday isn't today, they don't know me at all! But when I think further, I thought that there are those who didn't message at all, and I dispare wondering if they knew it's a faux, or if they simply didn't care about me at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I think deeper, I realize that, no, they are good people. At least they care enough to wish me a happy birthday. No matter how little they know about me, they had the heart to at least give a courtesy well wishing, which leads me to the problem. We depend on this Facebook's upcoming events too much. Way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the good old contact list? What happened to good old remembering? Do you know that I keep people's birthdays on my phone, in the list of contacts, right beside their name? So it would look like, "Zac Ang NP 4 Oct". And then I would SMS them when it's their birthday, and wish them a very happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I get that some people will think that this is a very stupid thing to do, and thus&amp;nbsp;criticize me for it. But it happened anyways, and yea, I've got an&amp;nbsp;epiphany from this little error. People, do think about what I wrote. Does it make sense? Did the internet era make everyone closer to each other, or did it further our distances away? Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751179432121028600-1182868943987006108?l=zappyzac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/feeds/1182868943987006108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-we-depend-on-facebook-too-much.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751179432121028600/posts/default/1182868943987006108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751179432121028600/posts/default/1182868943987006108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-we-depend-on-facebook-too-much.html' title='How We Depend On Facebook Too Much'/><author><name>ZhaoZong Ang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-i0ISFpPuG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABAQ/DN-McXTrCsQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4qoB5Z_NMqY/S7vsu9jLpHI/AAAAAAAAA7E/1WyXdZV_9GQ/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-04-07+at+AM+10.19.04.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751179432121028600.post-7091124621106718662</id><published>2010-04-06T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:05:50.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>What People Do To Make Their Computers Load Faster</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.makeuseof.com/tech-fun/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/computerfaster.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://www.makeuseof.com/tech-fun/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/computerfaster.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.makeuseof.com/tech-fun/what-people-do-to-make-their-computers-load-faster/&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;LOLS. Smart huh? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751179432121028600-7091124621106718662?l=zappyzac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/feeds/7091124621106718662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-people-do-to-make-their-computers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751179432121028600/posts/default/7091124621106718662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751179432121028600/posts/default/7091124621106718662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-people-do-to-make-their-computers.html' title='What People Do To Make Their Computers Load Faster'/><author><name>ZhaoZong Ang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-i0ISFpPuG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABAQ/DN-McXTrCsQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751179432121028600.post-6724020075334655290</id><published>2010-03-24T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:05:50.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Why We Love To Discriminate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6APHtFPWNc/STlOlv6eaEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/1Gazhz-nFxg/s1600/gay_marriage.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6APHtFPWNc/STlOlv6eaEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/1Gazhz-nFxg/s320/gay_marriage.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What if one day, I told you that you are not allowed to drive the car because you wear glasses. Or what if one day, you are fired from your job because you have wrinkles on your face? How about if you are denied the right to marry your lover because he's the same sex as you? Or what if I treated you like a dumb idiot just because your skin is brown or black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it or not, there will always be people out there who are selfish, and who won't hesitate to make other people's life worse. Discrimination is out there, and you can't stop it alone. Right now, you may make a passing judgement upon someone, and discriminate against them, but someday, someone else is going to make a passing judgement on you, and discriminate you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a very good reason why this happens? Oh well, just look inside your heart and you will find it. Fear, envy, greed, pride, gluttony, sloth, anger. What ever reason you have, learn to look pass that and think, if you hate them so much, just what make you all the better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751179432121028600-6724020075334655290?l=zappyzac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/feeds/6724020075334655290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-we-love-to-discriminate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751179432121028600/posts/default/6724020075334655290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751179432121028600/posts/default/6724020075334655290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-we-love-to-discriminate.html' title='Why We Love To Discriminate'/><author><name>ZhaoZong Ang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-i0ISFpPuG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABAQ/DN-McXTrCsQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6APHtFPWNc/STlOlv6eaEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/1Gazhz-nFxg/s72-c/gay_marriage.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751179432121028600.post-629106359122505566</id><published>2009-06-16T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:05:50.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>What is all this about?</title><content type='html'>All this stuff about shifting blog here and there is giving me a headache. Lucky it's holidays now, which is also why I am actually doing this thing. And wordpress is really terrible luh. If you want to use wordpress, install it on your own server. Wordpress.com actually restricts your embeds, and it doesn't allow you to use javascript!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751179432121028600-629106359122505566?l=zappyzac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/feeds/629106359122505566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-what-is-this-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751179432121028600/posts/default/629106359122505566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751179432121028600/posts/default/629106359122505566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zappyzac.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-what-is-this-about.html' title='What is all this about?'/><author><name>ZhaoZong Ang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-i0ISFpPuG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABAQ/DN-McXTrCsQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
